"We did beat you!" said Harris indignantly. "You know it!"

"When? I don't remember!" I lied. Looking back, I could remember the time when Harris's football team had beaten mine. But I wasn't about to admit it.

"Remeber? A couple of years ago. We beat you 13-3."

"Rubbish!" I snorted. But I remembered it too. That day was one of great annoyance for me.

Harris continued to argue until I finally escaped by saying I needed the toilet. A bit of peace at last!

The next time my team had a match against Harris, I would definitely pull out.