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Arsenal had came 2nd in the WSL. We should've came first.

I fucked it up. If I hadn't let the thoughts of Caitlin consume me, I would've done better and we would've won.

I couldn't fix that now, but I knew that I could fix my performance for the Euros. I'd been working non stop on technique, drilling set pieces into my head, analysing each national team. I wasn't going to let the girls or my country down. We'd make it to the finals and we'd win them.

I didn't need Caitlin to do that.

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