Quarterfinal Opponents

Jerry took in a large puff of air when he heard the referee blow his whistle for full-time. The match was over. He had a huge grin on his face as he shook hands with the Liverpool players, lingering slightly when he reached Kyle Seminski. The sight of Kyle's furrowed brows and pursed lips was enough to make Jerry's day even better.

"I hope you know how much my dad paid for United to accept me now." Jerry muttered to Kyle as they shook hands, his voice dripping with smugness. "Now the question I have is, how much did your dad pay before Liverpool accepted you, you little piece of shit?"

Kyle's jaw tightened, his grip on Jerry's hand stiffening for a moment before he yanked it away. "Watch yourself, man," he grumbled, taking a step back. "Fucking watch yourself."