"Oh, come on," Adam smirked, nudging Martens with his elbow. "You guys act like we didn't try to do you a favor. We left enough open chances for anyone to score. But sadly, you guys were nowhere to be found."
Benjamin grinned. "Yeah, maybe if you'd been there, we could've pushed for twenty... Or thirty."
The laughter grew louder, and Altidore threw his hands up in mock frustration. "You're telling me that in a game where y'all scored fifteen, I wouldn't have gotten at least five?"
"Five?" Overtoom repeated with a scoff. "Confidence is good, but that's delusion. Even Ben here could only scrap away four goals."
"Yeah, yeah," Altidore waved him off, a grin tugging at his lips. "All I'm saying is, next time we get a matchup like that, I better be starting."
Berghuis pointed a finger at him. "Better hope Verbeek doesn't rest you again, then."
That sent another round of laughter through the group. The energy was light, and the camaraderie evident as they bantered back and forth.
