Joe's trip to Twickenham

A Joe story with a difference this truly is Joe's own words of the day, if he could type it himself he would and I don't think it'll be long before he does. Come on you Saints dot com's second youngest author no longer requires a ghost writer!

Hiya Mates!

Here's my story of Twickenum all by me but with Dad Typing. I done the colours at the end and I picked the pictures.

I like the picture with the crowd behind me and I liked the Saints. But Gloucester wonned though because they got 40 and we got 22. But in the first half we done well because we got 22 and Gloucester had 20 so we won the first half!

Before we left we taked a picture of me and Niamh in my new boots and Niamh were wearing her Saints top. We went to Twickenum on a coach. On the coach we played eye spy. When we got there we missd the corner so we had to go round again to get into Twickenum.

We met dad's mate called Malcolm. I played rugby with rugby with Malcolm in the bar but no-one minded.

This is Grandad, me, daddy and Grandad's mate called David. I was pretending to drink a beer and I pretended to be greedy.

This is at Twickenum. I am doing somefink in my book and watching the Saints at the same time. I want to go to Twickenum again and bring three books and I want the Saints to win and I want to go right to the top of Twickenum.

CO ME ON Y OU SA INTS