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Goof-Off Goalie

Goof-Off Goalie

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by Betty Hicks, Adam McCauley (Illustrator)

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SOCCER DREAMS AND PLENTY OF ACTION this second book in the Gym Shorts series scores high with new readers.

There's nothing Goose wants more than to play goalie for his soccer team. It looks like such fun – and so easy! – on TV. But to say Goose has a little trouble focusing is a bit of an understatement. Luckily, his friend Henry agrees to


SOCCER DREAMS AND PLENTY OF ACTION this second book in the Gym Shorts series scores high with new readers.

There's nothing Goose wants more than to play goalie for his soccer team. It looks like such fun – and so easy! – on TV. But to say Goose has a little trouble focusing is a bit of an understatement. Luckily, his friend Henry agrees to train him. Just as Goose starts to improve, Henry gets grounded for slipping grades. Can Goose make it to goalie? Can he help Henry who has helped him so much already?
Goof-Off Goalie is a 2009 Bank Street - Best Children's Book of the Year.

Editorial Reviews

School Library Journal

Gr 2-4- Five kids with distinct personalities-Henry, Goose, Rocky, Rita, and Jazz-are the stars of this new series. Basketball Bats focuses on Henry, who rounds up his friends to play basketball against some bullies. Unfortunately, he becomes a ball hog, but he can count on his friends to remind him that they need to work together. The lesson, of course, is that there is no "I" in "team." In Goof-Off Goalie , Goose must focus so that he can convince the soccer coach that he's the best choice for goalie. His friends help him train for the big game, and he learns that, if you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything. It's no surprise that both Henry and Goose win their respective games in the end. McCauley's illustrations have a childlike quality, giving the impression that the characters themselves doodled in their school notebooks. These titles are ideal for easy chapter-book readers who aren't quite ready for Matt Christopher or Mike Lupica. The series will likely develop a following among sports lovers. However, the question remains: Will any of the characters in the sequels actually lose a game?-Laura Lutz, Queens Borough Public Library, NY

Product Details

Roaring Brook Press
Publication date:
Gym Shorts Series
Edition description:
First Edition
Product dimensions:
6.00(w) x 7.40(h) x 0.60(d)
280L (what's this?)
Age Range:
7 - 10 Years

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Goof-off Goalie

By Betty Hicks, Adam McCauley

Roaring Brooks Press

Copyright © 2008 Betty Hicks
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-59643-244-4



Goose made the wish on his birthday.

He closed his eyes. He blew out ten candles. And he wished that Alex Winkler would vanish.

One week later, Alex did.


Just like that. Poof.

He was gone.

Alex and his whole family packed up and moved to Vermont.

Goose was excited. Because that meant Alex couldn't be the goalie on Goose's soccer team anymore.

Goose wanted to be goalie.

He loved being on a soccer team, but he hated all that running. Goalies didn't run as much. They got to stand still a lot. And dive into the dirt.

But Goose felt guilty. He had made something strange happen. After all, Alex was in Vermont.

Goose asked his friend Henry, "Do you think I might be a wizard?"

Henry sat on Goose's front steps, rolling a soccer ball from one foot to the other. "No," said Henry. "Why?"

"Because I wished Alex Winkler gone."

"You did?"

"Yeah. I wished it on my birthday cake."

"That was awesome cake."


Goose pictured his birthday cake. Chocolate with Tootsie Pops stuck all over it. Goose loved Tootsie Pops.

He pulled an orange one out of his pocket and popped it into his mouth.

"On my birthday," said Henry, "I wished I was the greatest soccer player on earth."

Goose grinned his famous goofball grin. "Didn't come true, did it?"

"No," said Henry. "But next year you can wish that I'm the greatest soccer player on earth. Then, if it happens, we'll know you're a wizard."

"You're crazy," said Goose. "I'm not wasting my wish on you." He swirled the Tootsie Pop on his tongue.

"Do you think coach will let me be the new goalie?"

Henry didn't answer. He seemed to be thinking.

Goose flung his arms wide open. "Look at me," he exclaimed. "I'm tall. My arms are long. I can fill up more goal space than anybody."

Henry still didn't say anything.

"And," Goose added, "I would never get bummed if guys blamed me for losing. You know me." Goose blew a giant spit bubble. Then he stuck the Tootsie Pop back in his mouth. "I don't care what people think."

Henry nodded. He picked up the soccer ball and held it. "I don't think Coach will go for it."

Goose blipped the Tootsie Pop out of his mouth. "Why not?"

"You goof off," said Henry.

"I do not!" cried Goose.

"Coach thinks so," said Henry. "He says you don't focus."

"I do too," Goose argued. But he knew it was true. Sometimes he spaced out. He didn't mean to. It just happened.

"Besides," said Henry, "you've never even played goalie."

"But I can," said Goose. "I know I can. I watched the World Cup on TV. All the moves. I can do them."

"Yeah? Show me." Henry kicked the ball straight at Goose.

Goose dove for it. He landed in a boxwood bush. He never touched the ball.

"Goose?" said Henry.


"You need a better plan."



The next day, Goose arrived at soccer practice early. He went straight to Coach's office. He stuck his head in the door. "Coach?"

"Yeah?" Coach raised his head from the papers he was grading.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," said Coach.

Goose stood in the doorway. He pulled on each of his fingers. He jerked his head one way. Then he jerked it the other way.

"Is anything wrong?" asked Coach.

"No," said Goose. He twitched one shoulder.

Goose wanted to be the new goalie, but he didn't know how to ask. He couldn't just say, "Can I be the new goalie?" That might sound like he thought he was hot stuff.

Coach hated kids who thought they were hot stuff.

"Can I be the new goalie?" Goose blurted.

Man. He'd blown it already.

Coach raised his eyebrows. The look on his face said, Goalie? You? Are you kidding me?

But all Coach said was, "Well ... Goose. You know Marcus is our back-up goalie. He already knows how to play the position." Coach rubbed the back of his neck. "Of course," he added, "you're welcome to try out."

"Great!" shouted Goose.

Coach shifted in his chair. "Uh, Goose ..."

"Yes, sir?"

"It's hard to play goalie."

"Yes, sir. I know."

"You have to be quick."

"I'm quick." Goose nodded eagerly.

"You can't blame yourself for losses," said Coach.

"I never blame myself," said Goose.

Coach laughed. Then his face got serious again. "Goose," he said, "you have to focus."

"I focus."

Coach looked at him. He started to say something. But he stopped. He rubbed his neck some more. Then he pushed his chair back from his desk. He stood up and said, "Sure, Goose, let's see what you can do."

Goose ran all the way to the field. It was the fastest he'd ever run in his whole life.

Coach got there a week later. Maybe it was only three minutes. But it seemed like a week.

Goose stood in front of the goal. Feet apart. Arms out. Ready for anything.

Coach kicked the ball to his left.

Goose dove for it. He stretched his body straight out into the air — just like he'd seen the pros do.

He landed face-first. His mouth full of dirt.

The ball landed in the back of the net.

Goose touched his front teeth to see if they were still there. They were.

He wiped blood off his chin. He spit out a pebble.

"No, Goose, no," said Coach. "You were too close to the goal. Move out. Narrow the angle. Are you okay?"

"Yeah," said Goose. But he didn't feel okay. He felt stupider than dance lessons. Half his team had arrived for practice. They were all watching.

"I'll say one thing," said Coach. He shook his head and laughed softly. "You've got guts."

"Thanks!" said Goose. He hopped to his feet.

"But you don't have to knock all your teeth out. There are safer ways to land, you know."

Goose didn't know.

"And easier ways to stop most shots," said Coach. He walked over and patted Goose on the back. As if he were a puppy. A puppy that could never learn anything. One that would pee on the rug forever.

Goose sneaked a look at his teammates. Most of them were laughing.

Goose smiled his famous goofball grin.

Because he didn't know what else to do.

Besides, he didn't care what they thought.

He'd show them.


Excerpted from Goof-off Goalie by Betty Hicks, Adam McCauley. Copyright © 2008 Betty Hicks. Excerpted by permission of Roaring Brooks Press.
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Meet the Author

Betty Hicks is the author of this season's Basketball Bats (see page 16) and several sports novels for older readers, including Busted! (see page 28) and I Smell Like Ham . She lives in Greensboro, North Carolina.

Adam McCauley is the illustrator of this season's Basketball Bats (see page 16). He lives in San Francisco, California.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A she cat walked along the sandy floor and stared at the cats sleeping. Her eyes were like kaleidoscopes, shifting colors and light. Her fur constantly changed colors and images formed on her fur. Changing, always changing. Her scent shifted as well: one heartbeat the salty smell of the ocean, then the dry hot smell of the desert. Another she cat walked up to her. Her fur changed from dark violet to black from time to time. Her eyes were solid purple- no whites or pupils. This cat radiated loss and sadness. She spoke to the changing cat. "Dream, do not be sorrowful. I cannot placate you, as I am only the whisperer of sorrow:the blackest thought-bringer. But I am your friend." The other, Dream, hissed angrily. "But Sorrowwhisper, these cats take me for granted. I allow them to have peaceful dreams while I fight off Nightmare. They are ungrateful. Why shouldn't I be?" Sorrowwhisper sighed. "I have only one solution- let Nightmare take over for a bit. Then they will truly see what you do for them." Dream nodded and the two cats vanished into the night.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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