Michael Marsh

Michael Marsh. I can't stand him. I play football with my best
friend, Becky, and he's our goalie for our side. He used to be the top
one. We won every time. When he kicked it out, it was practically in
the other team's goal. But, it wasn't to be....

Michael has a quiff. He's blonde, and uses a bottle of gel a day on it.
After football he gets the bottle of gel out, and checks in the mirror
to see if he looks okay. Vain. Stupid, gorgeous girls like stupid,
gorgeous boys, and so, Michael has started to chat to the girls in
goal. He doesn't notice when the ball whizzes past his ear.

I don't have a boyfriend. But I have someone I fancy. But, Michael has
been kicked out of goal, and is now an attacker. He can't chat to girls
when he's running after the ball. He's aced the attacker spot. But the
other team are winning every time, by a Michael-look clone attacker,
Reece Ottley. Blonde, quiff, tall, not interested in girls - yet.