Make a argument between Kymani and Ryen in British
Kymani: Alright mate, I've got to say it, your football skills are absolute rubbish!
Ryen: Oh really, Kymani? Coming from someone who couldn't kick a ball straight if his life depended on it!
Kymani: That's a load of bollocks! I'm a much better player than you, always have been.
Ryen: Well, let's settle it on the pitch then. I bet I can score more goals than you any day of the week.
Kymani: You're on, mate! I'll show you what a real footballer looks like. Prepare to be humiliated.
Ryen: Don't be so cocky, Kymani. You're nothing but a wannabe Beckham!
Kymani: Wannabe Beckham? You wish you had half the skill and charisma that I possess on the field.
Ryen: Charisma? What good is charisma if you can't even hit the target? You couldn't lace my boots, mate.
Kymani: I can do more than lace your boots, Ryen. I'll make sure I dribble circles around you and score a hat-trick!
Ryen: Dream on, Kymani. You'll be lucky if you even manage to touch the ball during our match. I'll send it flying past you, straight into the net!
Kymani: We'll see about that, won't we? I'll make you eat your words, Ryen. Just you wait!
Ryen: Bring it on, Kymani! I'll be the one celebrating victory while you sit on the sidelines nursing your wounded pride.
[The argument ramps up, with both Kymani and Ryen exchanging more insults and banter, each vying to prove their superiority in a contentious and highly competitive manner.]