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UNIT 5
LESSON 4: MY BROTHER AND ME
Last summer I went to Wimbledon and I saw the best tennis match ever! Andy Murray was playing Roger Federer and it was exciting until the last moment. Federer defeated Murray, so he is going to play Novak Djokovic in the finals.
As much as I love tennis, my brother hates it. He dislikes most sports except football. He wants to see all the matches, even if they are on the telly very late. Sometimes they start at eleven in the evening and they end at one o’clock in the night! My parents would never let me see a match that late, but because my dad is a football lover as well, Josh can watch too. It’s not really fair, is it?
The thing with my brother and me is that whatever he likes, I dislike. And the other way around it’s the same. I love dancing shows, which he disgusts. He loves rugby and there’s nothing I hate more than that. I fancy quizzes on TV, while he wants to put it off as quickly as possible. Of course we start talking and then shouting until my mum or dad come between us and decide what is going to happen.
But there’s one thing we like watching together and that’s extreme sports. Probably because we are both too scared to do those things ourselves. It is very exciting to watch people who are doing some sort of marathon. They start skydiving, then they have to climb a mountain. But that’s not all. When they are on top of the mountain they get on a mountain bike and they have to get down on that. It’s nearly impossible but they do it anyway.
We have seen something very exciting lately. It was something called street luge. I have never seen it before. It is an extreme sport too, which is really extremely dangerous. It’s like skate boarding, but the board is a little longer and the person isn’t standing, but lying on it on his back. Feet first, head last. The only protection they wear is a helmet. And then they go downhill. Really incredibly fast. And you know what? They only use their feet to stop. Can you imagine? Going downhill at 140 km per hour and the only brakes you have are your feet. I was so scared that I nearly wet my pants while I was watching them. My brother’s dry remark was that they must wear out lots of shoes!!
I think this is about the only time that me and my brother spend time together and even like it.
Words
match
exciting
until
defeat/defeated
the finals
as much as
dislike
except
even
if
the telly
at night
in the evening
would
let
that late
fair
whatever
the other way around
the same
disgust
fancy
while
put off
possible
shout
between
decide
extreme sports
probably
both
exciting
watch
skydiving
climb
nearly impossible
anyway
lately
street luge
extremely dangerous
board
standing
lying
back
feet
head
protection
wear
helmet
downhill
incredibly
use
imagine
km per hour
brakes
scared
wet my pants
dry remark
wear out
spend
