This moment of great magnitude will never be forgotten with England’s players providing a glorious explosion of elation
Chloe Kelly could have run all the way to Hanwell if they would have let her. The place she was brought up alongside her seven siblings, crashing into each other in west London’s concrete cages, is only five miles from here but it would not have mattered if it was 500 the way she felt; the way all of them did. God, the noise. The explosion, the release, the everything. She had only gone and bloody done it. England had. She had scored the goal, the goal. The one they had been waiting for and for so long.
England are European champions. Yes, England. European champions. How do you even begin to articulate this? A moment of this magnitude. The way she did, maybe. And so there she was sprinting across the turf at Wembley, teammates in pursuit, the white shirt that will forever be historic in her hand, waved wildly above her head. All around her, 87,192 people, a tournament record crowd went wild.
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