You’ll be the away team captain this week, the teacher shouted.
Nick stepped out of the line-up and turned to face the other boys. He started to shake. Choose goalies first, then a good striker, then a midfielder – defenders last.
Finally only two boys remained to be picked. One was a big scowling lad who towered over the rest and bullied people. The other was a bighead but he could make things bad for you, real bad.
Nick looked at each. He had a lump in his throat. Oh but how could he choose? He wanted to go home.
MW Bewick 
lovely piece….I’ve written to Nick Clegg with some words of wisdom…whether he’ll take heed or not….
http://letterfromafriend.wordpress.com/2010/03/04/a-letter-to-nick-clegg/