There are rare moments in life that you know you will never forget, even as they are happening. Moments where, just for a blissful evening, everything in the world feels truly, wholly good, and for a minute, nothing else really matters because you are reminded that sometimes, human beings really are alright. For me, watching England win the Women’s Euros was one of these moments.
You could be forgiven for thinking I’m being a touch dramatic, but I think anyone who knows what it is to really really care about a sport knows that I am not. Emotion is built into sport – if it wasn’t, we wouldn’t bother.
Football has been in my life for as long as I can remember. I have a father who never saw my gender as a limitation on his paternal duties to raise me an avid Arsenal fan – I think if I had crawled out the womb an orange alien he still would’ve dressed me in an oversized Thierry Henry shirt and preached me the genius of Arsene Wenger.
