SwineFluGotYou
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There I was it was the biggest day of this nations history. I had got Norway all the way to the Semi-Final of the World Cup. I had put out a weak squad. We was against Switzerland. I had been having weird dreams about this game. That I will be shot. I just thought it was not true. I was having flashbacks and was watching everyones footsteps especially mine. John Carew patted me on the back. I turned round as fast as possible I thought he was the gunman. The Game kicked off and twenty minutes in we scored and the crowd elighted. Then we scored again. Half time came and I felt strange. I got stomach aches and shivers. I then fainted and the last thing I saw was Pederson helping me up. I woke up. I was on the sofa off a unknown house. I shouted. Then I heard creaks on the floor. Someone said "hello". I thought were am I. Then I saw a fimiliar face. It was my Uncle.