"You must be joking, Mitchell, Holland are sooo going to win. The Spanish don't have a chance!"
"Don't be an idiot, George. The Spanish beat the Germans, who were obviously one of the best teams this year."
"True, but Holland beat Brazil, known for football! Plus, Spain never won before, Holland have." George pointed out.
"So? This could be their year. I mean Holland have had five yellow cards! Five!" Mitchell argued.
"Ohhh! Shut up you two! Cant you just watch the game?" Annie cut in as Mitchell threw a pillow at George. "Anyway... Spain are so obviously going to win..." she murmured.
"You see. Spain owned the game!" Mitchell said with a grin. "It was going to happen."
"Yeah whatever." George sulked.
"Aww, come on George, it don't matter really." Annie teased.
George stuck his tongue out playfully and laughed.
"Favorablemente bastante."
"Show off..." Mitchell teased. "Oi!" He yelled as George hit him with a pillow, but soon joined in with the other two laughing.
When they had all calmed down, Mitchell said "I still think England were absolutely amazing this year, don't you think?"
All three simultaneously erupted into laughter at the same time as the Spanish applauded their team receiving the cup.