“That’s much too soft,” Andy whispers.
Sipho knocks again and this time it is so loud that we all jump, even Andy’s father. Now or never! Resolutely I push down the handle – but nothing happens. The office is locked. Instead, a door from the office next door is opened and a young woman looks at us curiously, “Can I help you?”
“Yes,” Andy replies. “We are a soccer team from near to Mqanduli, and we want to hand our registration for the Junior Championships in to the Minister of Sport.”
She laughs, “The Sports Minister has never been here.”
“What about his representative?” Sipho adds quickly.
She shakes her head again. “No, but it’s not necessary. You only have to fill in a registration form – and then you’ll have to wait to hear if you’ve been accepted for the competition or not.”
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