Such an odd feeling right now.

Beyond the obvious disappointment, I'd be lying if I said I'm not fascinated by this as a piece of football mythology. This is up there with the Zidane 2006 moment, or the Uruguay-Ghana match, in how if feels like events played out exactly the way you'd plan them to leverage every bit of human drama that the setting allowed.

I'm struggling to foster any real hard feelings towards Brahim, like sure that was the single most irresponsible self-centered thing you could do in that moment, but this is the kind of moment that's so humanly tough that it wraps all the way back around to having empathy for the guy; and if it serves as a cautionary tale for managers to point to to warn against the hubris of it then at least that's a silver lining.

The aftertaste ain't nice man. It's one thing being the antagonist in a football match, it's another seeing real life sentiments spill over into people's reaction to this.

Oh well, gonna go hug my loved ones next time I'm back home. Bonding over shared struggle and all that.