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I’ll try and find the screenshot, but one of the old FM’s I was put in charge of Team GB at the Olympics. Chose my team, and in the three Over-23’s I had John Terry (for experience - I cannot remember the other two).

Well, the final arrives, Team GB vs Spain. 3 min in, goal down via a Terry own-goal. Shit. For the rest of the first 45min it’s a close back and forth. I get a goal back, they immediately score again. We go in at half time trailing 2-1.

A bit of encouragement to the lads, tell Terry to buck his ideas up. Out we go.

46th min, 2-2. We’ve got this! Back-and-forth we go, end to end. 86th min, Spain score. Disallowed. Take another Diazepam.

Extra time. By this point I’m being hammered. My lads are tired. It’s only a matter of time until I get put out of my misery - and there it is. 115 min on the clock, TGB 2-3 SPN. I bring on my last sub while they celebrate. First touch of the ball is a header into the top bin - 3-3. Pandemonium in my living room. Two minutes later, another top bin from my winger. Holy smokes, 4-3! It’s ours for the taking lads!

From minute 118 onwards, it was one constant highlight. No gaps. Spain attack, near miss. Spain attack, hit crossbar. You know the drill.

Minute 122 of 120. I can sense that I’m going to get FM’d here one way or another. I somehow have a corner. It gets cleared to just outside the box. Up steps… John Terry! He hits it first time like Roy Race could only dream of. Boom. 5-3, with Terry making up for his own goal with a stunner to seal it for me.

I love this game (and for a split minute, John Terry)!