"Where's Jack?" Jurg asked as he entered the locker room.
"He's conversing with the enemy" Joshua said. "I saw him on the pitch talking to Liverpool's striker"
Jurg looked slightly surprised by that statement. "He must be catching up with some of his old friends then. For those of you that don't know, Jack actually played for Liverpool in his early days"
A few murmurs of surprise broke out. It was obvious that none of them expected that Jack played with such a big club in his early days.
"But enough of that" Jurg said causing silence to almost immediately prevail in the locker room. "We're here to talk about how shit you are. I didn't expect that you were all so fucking bad that you couldn't cleanly beat a Liverpool reserve team"
A few dissatisfied mumbles broke out, but one look at Jurg's angry expression quieted them all.
