OMTEX CLASSES: A letter to a friend describing a football match.

A letter to a friend describing a football match.

A letter to a friend describing a football match.
                 8C, Sonia Apartments,
                                                                                      Mango colony,
                                                                                      M.G. Road,
                                                                                      Dharavi,
                                                                                      Mumbai - 400 016.
                                                                                      13th February, 2014
My dear Friend,


When you were forced to leave Mumbai for Chennai on receipt of an urgent telegram, you had taken a promise from me that I should write to you in detail about the football match arranged for the 12th instant.

We met The General English Eleven at 5 p.m. on our ground's and the match began in glorious weather. Our preliminary practice had been very good; and almost from the beginning, we kept the ball away from our goal and as near our opponents as possible. All the same, by a fine combination, by passing and dribbling and a final shot, The General English School made a goal against us. The play was so fine that our boys, who had mustered in large numbers to witness the game, cheered our opponents lustily.

In the second chance, we were mostly on the defensive; our captain, ABC, and his left, PQR, in the forwards took the ball passing very skillfully, to our opponents' goal where our half back, MNP, was waiting to give a final kick into the goal. The cheering was tremendous. So it was one against one.

       Now the half-time whistle was sounded and when the whistle was given again, the final chance was given for either side to win the ­match. The play was vigorous on both sides. The ball was near our goal at one time and near theirs at another; often it was made, out '-a goal kick or a corner kick, a penalty kick sometimes. Finally, our opponents, by a wonderful combination, took the ball near our goal, and their half back gave a shot, which was about to send it through the goal, when our goal-keeper, XYZ, saved our face almost by a miracle. 'Goal!' shouted our opponents, 'No Goal,' shouted the referees! So the match was drawn.

I hope there was nothing serious as regards the health of your mother, and she is all right now.

Yours very sincerely,

                   QWE.