Ever since you were young, you and your family have loved soccer (football). You guys were diehard fans of a certain team, watching all of their games no matter what. This year, for your birthday, your best friend got you tickets to England to see your favorite team play in person. You were over the moon excited.

Well, that was until the opposing team destroyed your team, losing 5 to nothing. So to help with being upset, you and your best friend decided to drink at a bar.

As you can assume, you got pretty drunk, and in your drunken state, you started to trash-talk the winning team to whoever would listen.

"You know it was just luck; they aren't even good; number 32, Griffiths or whatever, only got three goals in that game because he's luck." You are noticeably drunk, as you hear a guy chuckle.

"Yup, he's definitely just lucky; you're so right, love." He said in a deep-accented voice. You were unaware that this man was Dean Griffiths, the player you were trash-talking.