AtelephoneconversationbetweenJackandTom:

　　Tom:HeyJack,howareyou?

　　Jack:Notsogood,Tom.

　　Tom:WasthatwhyyouweremissinglastSaturday'smatch?

　　Jack:Yes,Iamstilllimpingabit.

　　Tom:What,youmeanyouarestillinjured.

　　Jack:Yes,Thatwasaveryheavyknock.

　　Tom:Areyoutalkingabouttheinjuryyouhavereceivedinsidetheopponent'spenaltyboxtheweekbefore?

　　Jack:Thatisright,myrightlegisstillverysore.

　　Tom:Thatguywhotackledyoushouldhavebeengivenaredcard.

　　Jack:Sureheshouldhavebeensentoff!

　　Tom:Atleastayellowcard!

　　Jack:Buttherefereedidn'tseeit.

　　Tom:Yes,neitherthelinesman.

　　Jack:VerypoorofficialsImustsay.

　　Tom:Orwecouldhavebeatenthemwithapenalty.

　　Jack:Well,that'sfootball,whatcanwesay?

　　Tom:HowwasthematchlastSaturdaythen?

　　Jack:Welast3-2,withoutyourattack.

　　Tom:Ohdear,Doesthatmeanwedroptothethirdplaceinthetablenow?

　　Jack:Nofourth,theotherteamwonandovertookus.

　　Tom:Thereareonly5moregamestoplaythisseason,weneedtodowellinthosecomingmatches.

　　Jack:Yes,Wemustwinatleastthreeofthemanddrawontheothertwo,ifwewanttheliftthattrophy!

　　Tom:Iamrecoveringabitnow.PerhapsIcanplaythisSaturday.

　　Jack:Youbetterbe,theteamneedsyou,weneedyou.

　　Tom:Ishalltrymybesttonursemyselfbacktohealth.

　　Jack:OKthen,IshallseeyouthisSaturdayafternoon.Bethere!

　　Tom:Ican'tpromisethat,butIsaidIshalltrymybest.

　　Jack:Allright,whatever.

　　Tom:So,hopetoseeyouallonthepitchthisSaturdaythen.

　　Jack:Bye.

　　Tom:Bye.

　　Theyhangup.