FOOTBALL aficionados will no doubt have already seen PSV Eindhoven keeper Jeroen Zoet achieve a blunder so jaw-dropping that his agent is now reportedly in talks to secure a deal for the shot-stopper-turn-goal-giver to present an Oscar in 2018.

Zoet couldn’t have done more to prevent his side from conceding against rivals Feyenoord on Sunday. With the score at 1-1, the Dutchman reacted like a feline force-fed catnip as he gobbled up Feyenoord defender Jan-Arie van der Heijden’s close-range header. What a save. What heroics.

The away fans let out a sigh of relief in unison as they knew that with less than 10 minutes left on the clock it would surely have been a winner; one that would have ended PSV’s title hopes. Zoet clutched the ball to his chest and prepared to find his feet, unaware that his afternoon was about to be ruined.

Like a bothersome bee trying to get its bits around your jam sandwich on a hot summer’s day, all it took was an irritating buzz.

The vibrating emanating from the referee’s wrist could only mean one thing; Zoet had stopped the ball millimetres from the point of no return, only to somehow manage to carry the ball over the line as he attempted to get up. What disaster. What buffoonery.

Just imagine being a hero one minute, and an embarrassment the next. Within the blink of an eye you go from being the talk of the town, someone that everyone wants to take a selfie with, and name their first-born after.

You’re bigger than The Beatles.

Bigger than Jesus.

They will write a script about your achievements, and turn it into a Hollywood blockbuster that’s so good its worthy of winning an Academy Award for Best Picture and actually being presented with it.

The next minute, however, you’re a laughing stock missing a punchline. People cross over the road when they see you, and don’t even want to take a selfie with you using their Nokia 3310s.

If that’s too hard for you to imagine, just ask any of the Leicester City players, they should be able to tell you what it’s like. They were the greatest sporting moment for all of us. The 5,000-1 shot that reminded us when they won the Premier League that football was about more than just overpaid prima donnas and the club that spent the biggest billions winning the biggest trophies.

It was about hope; and a win for the little guys because, under the guidance of manager Claudio Ranieri, team work and hard work conquered all. And then, all of a sudden, those same players seemingly couldn’t be bothered any more, mustering just five wins from 26 games.

That is until Ranieri got sacked.

Then in their very next game they smash Liverpool 3-1, when it’s too late to give the man who gave them everything, anything. The Oscar for Fallen Idols goes to . . .