The Hawks were in last place. Everyone agreed: they were the worst players in the whole league. Every other team had scored at least one win this season. But the Hawks were losers.
It was strange. Even though they never won, Taylor loved to play. He got along well with his teammates. Their coach was fun. He never yelled at them. A lot of the other coaches would scream and turn red. And they were the winning team! Why were they always so mad?
This was the final game of the season. As usual, the Hawks had gotten to the park early. They had something to eat. They kicked the ball around just for fun before the game. They had a large cheering section. Their parents lined the field. Some of them shouted, “Good job!” when a foot met a ball. When the goalie blocked a score, everyone cheered. Some parents ran onto the field. They looked silly, but they were having a good time.
The other teams did not have to work very hard to beat the Hawks. They took chances. They pretended to miss easy kicks. They sat down, waiting for the Hawks to move. They spun in circles to show they could do anything and still win. The Hawks tried to ignore their antics.
Then something happened. The other team missed an easy goal. The Hawks made two goals, one right after the other. A player on the other team slipped and fell. Taylor lobbed the ball halfway across the field. Another goal! The whistle blew. No one could believe what happened: The Hawks had won 3 to 1. As they left the park, they carried Taylor on their shoulders. It was a day none of them would ever forget.