He wrote for the Players' Tribune: "We all remember that game. Three minutes in, I score, and it's like 30 kilos fall off my shoulders. Then in injury time, at 22, I put in a cross for Harry, who heads it in.
"Everyone starts running to him, but I'm on the other side, so I turn, I watch the fans and I scream as loud as I can 'I'm him! I'M HIM!'. Just hyping myself up.
"And I'm not exaggerating: That moment was one of the happiest of my life. It's the most alive I've ever felt in my life. I remember thinking 'I don't care about nobody anymore'. Nobody can tell me again that I cannot play this game. Nobody can tell me what I can and cannot do. Well, except (my sister) Sandra, but even she was happy. She told me 'Finally, your first good game in three months'."