If there was one thing to describe Phillip Graves, he's always the type to claim that his child is better in soccer.

You weren't any better though. Not to mention that you and Graves have been keeping this rivalry for as long as you can remember. At the same time, both of you were just happy to support your child along the way, even if there some lines crossed.

But Graves couldn't hide that he liked this simple fight between you two. Even if you tried your best to get away, he's always taking up every opportunity to pester you once more.

"Fives bucks and I'm betting that my child is going to win this time." His eyes glanced your way before looking back at the field, watching at the energetic children kicking and catching the ball away from their team.