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		<title>The Way To Wimbledon</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Penny gritted her teeth. She had lost the first set and was 4 – 5 down in the second. This new girl only had to hold her serve to take the match. But Penny had been there before, there was no way she was going to let this tournament slip away from her.
Her opponent, Moira Lloyd-Roberts, was waiting placidly at the base line as Penny took up her position, standing well back, praying that just for once this remarkable service would break down. Moira served, the ball dipped over the net, hit the very inside of the service court and was gone. Penny blinked. She had hardly seen it, let alone got around to playing a shot.
‘15 – love,’ said the umpire.
Penny trooped over to the other side but the same thing happened again and it was the third service before she even got her racquet to the ball. She returned it cross court and, as usual, Moira waited on the base line and just pushed it back over the net. Penny came charging in and volleyed and Moira lobbed it beautifully over Penny’s head into the very back of the court.
‘Out,’ shouted the girl who was the line judge on Penny’s side, but she wasn’t in the best position to see because there was only one line judge per side. Penny relaxed and waited for the score to be called. The umpire cleared his throat.
‘No, the ball was good,’ he said. ‘40 – love.’
‘What?’ demanded Penny. ‘It was called out.’
‘The ball was good,’ the umpire repeated. ‘Play on, please.’
‘It looked out to me and I’m nearer than you,’ Penny protested. ‘At least play a let.’
‘The ball was good!’ the umpire said, this time more sternly. Penny marched over to him. Moira was still standing behind her base line, idly bouncing a ball on her racquet.
‘Now listen here,’ Penny said angrily. ‘You can’t do that now. It makes it match point!’
‘I can’t take into consideration what stage the match has reached,’ the umpire said. ‘Now, if you don’t play on I’ll have to award a penalty point.’
‘A penalty point? On match point!’ Penny stormed. ‘Why, you, you…’

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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Penny Sutton (Bad Penny) lives for tennis and everything else has to take second place: home, school, friends and especially her boyfriend Brian. Penny is good but wild and her coach knows she will never get anywhere unless she calms down and plays profession tennis…and he should know he was a British Champion once. Then a new girl arrives out of nowhere and destroys Penny in a local tournament and suddenly she is taking everything from Penny: her wins, her friends, her job, even Brian!</p>
<p>This exciting story rips the top off tennis and reveals all the maneuvering and dirty tricks that go on and all the heartbreak and pain that these players go through on their journey to Wimbledon!</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[William swept his arm down and Jaimey went with it. She came screaming across the floor, leapt into the air and delivered a punch that deposited Terry flat on his back.
‘Now this is no time to have a lie down,’ Jaimey said.
‘What the hell do you think you’re playing at?’ William demanded. Terry was getting to his feet, blood pouring from his nose.
‘C’mon guv, I was just showing them how to score.’
‘That’s not how to score and a blue belt should know that, you’d be disqualified anywhere for lack of control.’
Jaimey turned two huge brown eyes on William. ‘Honest guv, he ran onto it,’ she said innocently.
‘He must be Usain Bloody Bolt then,’ William said. He tried to examine Terry’s nose but the green belt shook his head and disappeared into the changing rooms. Sensei was still leaning on the wall, watching.
William pointed a finger at Jaimey. ‘You: fifty push-ups,’ he said. ‘Without the gloves!’
Jaimey regarded him for a long moment. Everybody fell silent, feeling the clash of wills. A black belt carries authority and this was normal club discipline but, after all, it was William’s first night. At last Jaimey put her head on one side and smiled. ‘I can tell we’re going to get on,’ she said. Then, tossing her gloves into the corner, she started doing push-ups. Sensei smiled and wandered away.
William started another two fighters, then Jaimey was standing at his side.
‘Fifty, guv,’ she saluted him.
‘The name’s William.’
‘Righto guv, I’ll make a note of it.’
‘You do go to school, don’t you?’ William asked.
‘On and off.’ She grinned.
‘And at this school do they teach Maths?’
‘You know, I’ll bet you’re going to come to the point in a minute,’ she said brightly.
‘That was thirty eight, not fifty.’
‘Sorry, anything above ten and I run out of fingers.’
‘Well, if it’s all you can manage…’ he let the statement hang in the air.
Immediately Jaimey got down onto her hands.
‘I can do push-ups faster than anyone else in this club,’ she said. ‘You count.’
William dropped down beside her. ‘No,’ he said, ‘you count.’
The whole dojo had stopped to watch by now. Jaimey started off pumping vigorously but William waited until she had reached twenty five before he started. She had just reached forty eight when he finished his fifty and spun effortlessly to his feet.
Jaimey sat on the floor, red-faced and gasping for breath.
‘Now I’m going to try very hard,’ she panted, ‘but I don’t think I’m going to like you.’

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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Best-selling gripping novel about a boy and a girl who do karate. William goes to a new school where he falls foul of the classroom idiot, the beautiful but barmy Jaimey. She does karate but it turns out so does William who is already a black belt and a champion. Their sparring goes on at school as well as in the club. Written by a best-selling author who is himself Chief Instructor of a martial arts organisation this is the novel that sold all around the world.</p>
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