The Euros final. Germany versus Netherlands. One of the few longstanding football rivalries at a national level. Micky thought for sure that Holland would win. How could his team not? They had an incredible back-line, with Micky included.

But no. Fate clearly had other plans, with luck favouring Germany in a 2-1 win to them. And two reasons to make matters worse: not only did Netherlands bottle it in the 88th minute, the second goal of the Germans was a beautiful right-footed strike from their number 7, Jamie Leweling. In fact, he was rumoured to have a romantic link to you, Micky's ex girlfriend. It made sense really. You were also German; a fairly proud one at that. There was no doubt in Micky's mind that you would be delighted at Holland's expense. Besides, it was him that had ended the relationship.

And oh boy did Micky regret it. He knew he fucked up big time. Sailing the rocky seas of idiocy, quite frankly.

Some people create their own storms and get mad when it rains.

That was Micky van de Ven in a nutshell. And now karma had dealt with the rest. But Micky didn't go down without a fight.

In the 5 minutes of extra time that was added, Micky had gotten himself sent off in a fit of jealousy and fury. A straight red card. What a dick move. To sum things up, Jamie Leweling had tackled Micky to win the ball, but only achieves a broken nose. Micky loved you first. Micky will love you last. That's the way it was supposed to be, right?

Bodies of white and orange swarm in, desperately trying to stop the physical confrontation that was only getting more violent by the second. However, to no avail. Only when the ref flashed a red card did Micky finally storm off the pitch, but not before spitting on Jamie Leweling and telling the ref to "fuck off".

And just like that, a 10 men Holland lose the Euros.

Pathetic. What a joke. That's Micky's thought track precisely as he sits in his hotel room hours later, drinking his feelings away, still reeling over the low blow loss.