Back in high school I went out drinking with some friends in the park down the street. Anyway after splitting a bottle of some generic brand flavored vodka we made our way back to my house. We were waiting for another friend to show up and when he did we decided to hop on the hood of his car and have him drive us up my fairly long and fairly steep driveway. Well, as you can imagine that went poorly. The driver hit the gas too hard, about halfway up realized he was going too fast and hit the brakes, my feet hit the ground, and as the driver sped back up I rolled off the hood of the car because I was afraid I was going to fall in front of it. Anyway, the tire clipped my arm and ripped a nice patch of skin off my elbow exposing my muscle. I now have a pretty interesting story to tell. However, in retrospect, if I could have safely removed myself from that car a half second into the ride I would have, because once the car was in motion I knew it was going to end badly.
How does this relate to this soccer goalie trying to flash some fancy footwork and inevitably costing his team the lead, you ask? Well, much like I had to see my ride through once it began, this goalie had to see his move through once he started it. He would have loved nothing more than to have been given another chance at a first decision as he juggled that ball a second and third time. He already knew how that move was going to end, but there was no going back one he originally popped it up. So yes, he was an idiot for trying to get cute in the first place, but let's not act like he didn't already know he fucked up before he met his fate. I just feel bad that he doesn't have a sick battle scar to go with it.