I really feel for England's Goalie, Green. It can be such a thankless job being the last line of defense. I went through something like that myself.
I was on a college intramural team consisting of volunteers from a social club and the school glee club/choir/music majors (they were only in it for the participation points). I was the only one who had played organized soccer, so I decided to play goalie.
We were up against the ROTC squad, which featured a bunch of athletes- duh! they're in training for the military!- and some actual players.
From the first whistle, it was half-field soccer. The only time my team progressed past midfield was when I kicked a freebie across.
In 89 minutes, I stopped 45 shots...some from within the goal box.
With a minute left, one of the ROTC players kicked a weak centering pass that was dribbling right on net...and nobody from his team was following through. I had all the time in the world...
And I saw one of my players making a break for midfield, utterly uncovered but totally onside!
So instead of just stopping the ball, I accelerated in order to boom the ball upfield, planting my foot to make the strike...and my plant foot didn't.
As my other foot swung towards the ball, I found myself upside down in the air as the ball continued, untouched, towards our goal. It had just enough momentum to carry it across the line for a goal.
Stopped 45, let in a softie in the final minute.
Later on in that tournament, I watched another goalie have a similar moment. He tried to punt the ball upfield and planted in a mud puddle. Result: a bicycle kick own-goal (his team won, though).