Footballer’s life: Reaching the Europa League final by night, building a rabbit hutch by day.

Europapa League.

My management told me this would do good in Dublin. Where the final is. Because we’re in the - bloody? - final

I call this one “Dutch Delight”.

Gefeiliciteâhd hè gauzâh en groetjes ùit Italië!

What. A. Night.

Two cups, one Marten.

“We gaan naar de halve finale Europa League, lullo”

0-3 at Anfield wasn’t a dream, apparently.

What an insane night.

Our team showed massive Easter eggs this game. 0-3 against Napoli, what a start of the weekend.

This is my quarter final face.

Making this epic photo relevant for social media.

On pitch: “you f%##**#”
Off pitch: “let’s do a pic for instagram”

Good to see you again my friend. Too bad you couldn’t leave the 3 points here.

When there’s no coffee in the house at Monday morning.

If you listen closely you can hear us shout “are you not entertained?”

Like my grandma always used to say: it’s better to break your hand than your winning streak.

Best view after an operation. All OK!