From Heaven straight to Hell

One team, one love, one country... one shot in 20 years. Wasted.

They had it in them to go further, to make 7.5 million people (that actually watched the game) happy. Everybody had their hopes high... and why not... the dream could and should have become reality. But it wasn't to be. Not today. And probably, not for another 20 years.

In the dying moments of the match, I felt like crying. I didn't. In the end, I had realized that it wasn't worth it. It was not a personal loss, but just a big disappointment... So big, that it'll be hard to forget.

You probably know by now, what and who I have been talking about, so there's no point to name names or point fingers. Let this go down in history as one of the saddest nights of my young life...