How Becky became DotY (even though we all know Short shoulda won):
*Sometime during Becky’s childhood*
Becky: I want to be the greatest center-back the world has ever seen.
The Devil: This I can do. The only cost shall be your soul. A small price to pay for glory is it n–
Becky: I don’t have a soul.
The Devil: You don–What? You don’t have a soul?
Becky: Nope. It seemed unnecessary, so I just got rid of it.
The Devil: Got RID of it?
Becky: Yup. So what’s my new price?
The Devil: *under his breath* What the FUCK?
The Devil: Nothing. Nothing. Um, your price. Right. Just, uhh, I’ll just, ummm–
Becky: Did you not have a back-up plan for this?
The Devil: No. I do. I do. Uuumm, uh…Sleeves? Yeah. I will make you the greatest center-back the world has ever seen, and it will cost you your sleeves.
Becky: My sleeves?
The Devil: Uh…yes. That’s the offer.
Becky: Ok? Deal, I guess?
*She goes to shake his hand and the Devil flinches away in fear*