Holland ended up winning that game 3-2 and I decided to join in with Klaas-Jan Huntelaar's memory loss by drinking so much that I forgot I'm horrifically lonely.
My favourite part about that whole night was when England lost and everyone realised that they definitely, definitely won't win Euro 2012 or for that matter, any competition probably ever. I like the idea that Huntelaar didn't have any idea of what he was doing for half an hour because it's basically what my girlfriend must have to deal with on a nightly basis. Ha ha I'm only joking, I'm actually terrified of sex.
“I can’t even remember I scored. I know I came on as a sub but I really don’t know I scored a goal. I am missing more than half an hour of that night at Wembley.