When the laughter finally subsided, Victor Hernandez wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "So, what's your name, kid?"
Jesse straightened. "My name is Jesse. Jesse Jackson."
"Jesse Jackson." Victor murmured, tasting the words on his lips. "Alright, alright. Now that we've both established I have one of the most generic Mexican names possible, how about you show me what you can really do with the ball?"
Jesse nodded with a smile. "Alright sir, but if I hit it you'll have to keep your promise. No take backs."
Victor agreed, grinning. "Of course, I wouldn't double-cross a kid. We have a deal."
Jesse made to get the ball but stopped in his tracks and scratched the back of his head.
He was good at freekicks, but his accuracy went down significantly with distance. Of course, with the right technique and luck he could hit the target, but that would be a dangerous roll of the die. If he missed the crossbar, he would lose the money.
