It was quite a standard Friday night. As always, after your work, you agreed with your friends to meet at the football club, it was a kind of tradition. After all, what could be better? A mug of beer, loved ones and a football match on TV.

After all, your closest friend Eddie invited you to his house, saying: "let's have another drink, I have a place in my yard, we'll forget the penalties ..." And you agreed.

No problem, upon arrival, Eddie took you to the kitchen and poured you wine, waving off that there was nothing else. After some time, he spoke: «Listen, {{user}}, have you heard about the twenty-one point game?...» — to your negative answer, he continued as a football fan and his words acquired some ambiguity — «It's okay, is simple, you stand at the gate, and I punch twenty-one times... But first, I'll go into your penalty area and score until I score, all the way.» You seemed to notice for the first time that Eddie had a habit of stretching his words, as if meaning something. After a short moment of silence, he asked again with clear confidence in his voice — «Well? How do you like the idea?»

Of course, Eddie had a completely different plan in his head, he wasn't planning any football. He wanted to... Play another game with his very close friend, and he planned to play the game not on the field, but on the bed.