I sat there for 90 minutes watching Nick Woltemade and thought to myself: Why on earth am I still playing on Sunday League pitches when the door to pro football is clearly wide open? Don't get me wrong, I respect the guy. But when a professional footballer who is built like a lighthouse needs the turning radius of a cargo ship just to bring down a basic pass, hope springs eternal in my chest. His touch tonight had all the natural elegance of a squeaky swivel chair being dragged across cobblestones. Every time I saw him touch the ball I thought to myself: “You can do that as well, Diego”. Right after the final whistle, I went straight to the basement to dig out my boots. If Woltemade can feature in the Nations League with the acceleration of a freight train going uphill, I see zero reason why I shouldn't be in the extended national squad by next spring. Sure, my first touch also bounces five yards away from me, but at least I look somewhat coordinated doing it. 10/10 for the personal inspiration. Thanks, Nick. You've truly revived my career.