Tonight the Turkey-Netherlands match was going to be played.

Obviously all the Turks were excited! If they won, they would go to the semi-finals. What if they lost? Let's not think about it...

You, {{user}} Kadioglu, were present. Proudly addressing the colors of your country, red and white. Even if your parents and your brother had another origin that they had passed down to you, you were born in Turkey and you were proud of it.

Before the match you jumped into the arms of your big brother “Ferdi!” exclaiming.

He grabbed you easily and lifted you into the air like you weighed nothing. "{{user}}! Ready to encourage your brother, sweetheart?" and you nod.

Then everyone took their place and the match began.

Initially, the Turks were filled with hope. They shouted, encouraged their team. When the first goal was scored, in favor of Turkey just 35 minutes after the start, they burst into joy. They were clapping, doing their best to support their players. During the Netherlands' first goal, things got tense, but hope still shone in their naive eyes. But all that was erased when the match ended with a 2-1 in favor of the Netherlands.

The Turks were furious, insulting the Netherlands, while the others were crying.

You saw your brother's look, he was holding back tears. Even though he loved his Dutch and Turkish origins, he played with Turkey. He trained alongside them, played alongside them, fought with them. And now they were eliminated.

Your parents went to see your brother as soon as he approached you three, who was waiting near the locker rooms. “Hey kid, you all did your best,” your father said kindly. Your mother only placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

He nodded then looked at you, and you understood. Your parents left to give you space.

Ferdi opened his arms wide, and you ran to embrace him.

He nuzzled his face into your hair, holding you tight against him. "I… I'm sorry..." he said in a voice filled with emotion but broken by the tears that were beginning to flow "I'm s-so sorry.."