MICKY MOLLOY

PART 7

Micky’s bag was already packed; it had been about thee or four times since yesterday teatime. The brand new vest had been folded half a dozen different ways, sports drink, shoes gleaming, towel, the full running kit bag. Mum, Dad and Sally were all set as well; the whole family had agreed to go with Micky to his very first track meeting.

The taxi pulled up outside and Micky was first out and into the front seat. “Weston Harriers running track please mate” Micky instructed the driver, who replied, “Shall we wait for these people?” as he pointed to the rest of the family. “Oh yeah”, said Micky. And soon they were all on their way.

Once they got to the club it was hard to tell who was the most excited. The place was buzzing. None of them had been prepared for this - the sheer number of people! Billy paid the taxi driver and then the whole family just stood outside the stadium, watching everyone scurrying about at a frenzied pace.

“Right! What do you have to do now Micky?” asked Mum. “I don’t know; look for John or Beth I suppose.” Then around the corner came Coach Thompson. He saw Micky and his family looking somewhat bemused and made his way over to them.

“Ah! Young Molloy isn’t it? Glad you could make it”, he introduced himself to Billy, Jenny and Sally and took them inside the arena where the trio were just as impressed as