"Fucking hell! Fuck! Fuck!"
David Jones' voice echoed through the spacious but barely furnished living room. Weeks had passed since he moved to Manchester, yet the place still looked like someone in the middle of unpacking. Boxes were scattered across the floor, some half-open, others untouched. A flat-screen TV stood on a low table, not yet mounted on the wall. The place felt temporary, unsettled.
But none of that mattered to David right now. Not the apartment. Not the mess.
All that mattered was the match.
On the screen, UEFA's logo flashed for a second before the scoreboard in the top left corner made his stomach drop further.
Sevilla 2 - Manchester United 0
David slumped back onto the bean bag in the center of the room, groaning loudly.
"Oooh, for Christ's sake, what are these guys doing?" His voice was filled with disbelief and frustration.
A soft, feminine voice cut through his rant.