Memory is a little hazy here so bear with me. I think the game was called International Superstar Soccer (Megadrive), not 100% sure.
Well I was decent at it but my brother was better, I could never beat him. And I mean never. He used to set up these cheap through balls that I just couldn't cover, it was truly infuriating. Christ could the prick sledge as well. Losing was one thing, but to listen to his shit during and after the event was almost soul destroying.
One glorious afternoon, Italy v Brazil, and I took the advantage early. Italy led 1-0. By the break it was 2-0. The scene was set, surely today was the day. Late in the game it was 3-0. I had him.
Do you think he would shut up, yapping away at how this was going to be the most extraordinary comeback ever. I felt like whacking him then and there. He was showing me no professional respect. And then it began.
A quick goal got it back to 3-1, but injury time had just started. Surely not. Surely yes. Two more goals and it was all square at full time. I was livid, I had literally broken a sweat trying to win and I couldn't do it. Well at least I had extra time. Though it wasn't extra time, it was the dreaded Golden Goal.
Ref calls play, my brother plays one pass and then the cheapest fucking through ball you have ever witnessed gives him a shot on goal which he slots. I never touch the ball.
Mother. Fucking. Prick. FUUUUCCCCKKK. Nearly kicked the door off it's hinges on the way to turning my pad into a million pieces.
Never been the same since. Scarred for life. 15 years later and he still reminds me about it.