‘Martial!! Ahead of Ronaldo!! What is he thinking?!?’ Andreas exclaimed.
Dieter dug his finger deeper into his right nostril.
‘He is the best player in the world! How can you not start him?!?’ Andreas yelled.
Dieter could feel this was going to be a big one!
‘How many times has Martial won the Ballon D’or? None! How many times has Ronaldo won it? Six!’ Andreas roared.
Dieter carefully pulled his finger out of his nose and examined his catch. It was so big it might be a new record!
‘He scored 33 goals last year and Martial only scored 6!’ Andreas shouted.
But alas, Dieter knew he couldn’t admire it forever and so began flicking his finger in order to release the booger into the wild.
Finally Andreas rounded on Dieter and demanded: ‘Why aren’t you more mad at this?‘
The booger finally parted ways with Dieter’s finger and was lost amongst the carpet hairs. Dieter slowly turned to face Andreas and said:
‘Yeah I agree with you. It’s not the option I would’ve picked but I’m not going to let it ruin my day.‘
Thomas Duggan 