by Philip Kitcher
“In the 110th minute, the second-half substitute latched onto a loose ball with her
outstretched right foot and toe poked it home.”
Once more it seemed that English hearts were destined to be broken.
Through ninety minutes we had sunk from ecstasy to woe.
But, just as we grew desperate, we saw a clever poke-in:
Praise to our Lionesses—and to Chloe Kelly’s toe.
The English sports experience can verge upon the tragic.
There’s mostly disappointment in our fortune’s ebb and flow.
But, once in every English life, there comes a moment’s magic:
We’ll always have the memory of Chloe Kelly’s toe.