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Caught in the middle of a mini-stampede, Specky streamed into the school theatre with his fellow Gosmarians. Most of the students were already there. To Specky's surprise, it felt more like the start of a Grand Final match than a school assembly. Everyone was stamping their feet and chanting the Gosmore song – which had the same tune as the Carlton Blues song.
We are the migh-ty Knights
We are the grand old Gosmore Knights
We're the boys that always fight like men
We'll be the victors at the end . . .
Feeling a little overwhelmed by all the unexplained excitement, Specky wasn't sure if he should sit in the front row with his football team. He hadn't officially been welcomed as a player to the side since coming to Gosmore six weeks before. That was supposed to happen tomorrow at the first footy training session of the year. As he tried to decide what to do, he caught Tim trying to get his attention.
'Come on!' he yelled, waving Specky to join him in the front row.
'Are you sure we should be here? We haven't been named in the side yet,' Specky asked, quickly sitting beside Tim.
'Yeah, I just saw Mr Farrell outside and he said we should definitely sit here.'
'Well, he's the coach, I s'pose,' said Specky. 'But this is bizarre, isn't it? Everyone's so hyped about this Boots of Glory match.'
Behind them the rest of the school had broken out into another chant. 'Boots of Glory! Boots of Glory! Boots of Glory!' they shouted.
Principal Stevens walked up onto the stage and the chanting stopped abruptly. Specky and Tim gave each other a bewildered look. They couldn't believe that everyone had gone dead silent – as if they had been turned off by a switch. Principal Stevens approached the lectern in the middle of the stage, and in his deep voice started speaking into the microphone.
'Boys and teachers of Gosmore,' he began. 'As Principal of this great college, I'm very proud to inform you that the moment has arrived. I'm here to formally announce our intention to go into battle against our fierce and respected rival, Salisbury College.'
The theatre erupted into deafening cheers and applause. Principal Stevens waited for it to die down before continuing.
'That battle, as you well know, takes the form of a football match played every twenty-five years, a match steeped in tradition and history. Many of you would have fathers and grandfathers who played in or witnessed a Boots of Glory match.'
Specky leaned toward Tim and whispered, 'It's like some secret club going to war or something!'
'Yeah, I know. It sounds pretty full-on,' replied Tim, his eyes still fixed on Principal Stevens.
'So, I'm happy to announce that the Boots of Glory match against Salisbury College will be played in seven weeks' time.'
Once again the theatre burst into raucous cheers, whoops and whistles.






















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