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It was the final game for my eight-year-old son's soccer team. Near the end of the match, the score was two to one, my son's team being ahead. Parents sat around the field, offering1.
There were less than ten seconds2and the ball stopped in front of one of my son's teammates, Mickey. With cheering shouts3the field, Mickey went back a little and kicked the ball with everything he had. All around me the crowd became crazy and4. Mickey had5.
Then there was a complete6. Mickey had scored, but into the wrong gate—the7went into the gate of my son's team, ending the game in a draw (平局). You see, Mickey has a serious8in his head, which makes his IQ lower than that of normal children of the same age. And for him, he didn't understand what a wrong goal was. All goals were9by a happy hug from Mickey. He had been known to hug the players whom he was fighting against when they scored.
The silence was10broken when Mickey, whose face11with joy, caught my son, hugged him and shouted, "I scored! I scored! Everybody won! Everybody won!" For a moment I held my breath, not sure what my son would do or say. In fact, I didn't12to worry at that time. I watched through tears, when I found my son raised his hand and started to call out13, "Well done, Mickey!" Soon, members from both teams got together around Mickey,14him on his goal.
Later that night, my daughter asked15had won. "Everybody won," I smiled and replied.