HEV ON TOUR. DAY 14, 15 & 16.

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WE'VE PEAKED

No excuses, no denying going on here.

Hev on tour has peaked.

In the last blog I wrote "I'm now convinced the footballing Gods are just out to finish me off."

I wrote that after, in the space of a week, Fara scored a winning goal from the penalty spot, Lucy Bronze scored 2 winning goals, Jodie Taylor was Jodie Taylor, Jill was Jill and the USWNT were in Montreal.

I now realise that comment was naive.

The footballing Gods are out to annihilate me.

So day 14, I went to the cinema, day 15, I climbed a hill.

Today. Today. Day 16.

I woke, I showered, I ate, I ironed, I packed.

I checked out my hotel at 12.

I had 4 hours to kill before meeting my friends (who follow @LFCladiesfans!)

So, I bought an iPod. I ate a Mexican. I went into HMV to purchase some earphones to match my new iPod.

I left HMV.

I'm walking along St Catherine.

I still have 2 1/2 hours to kill.

St Catherine is very busy. I decide to detour, I turn right then left to go along the street below St Catherine.

There are a lot, a lot of people wearing US Soccer apparel.

I get to crossing the road, the yellowly orange man is on so I wait. I wait.

& I look across the street.

& there's someone wearing a blue US Soccer shirt!

I'm like, another US Soccer fan. My brain does a double take.

It's Whitney.

Whitney is waiting to cross the street, the other side of the road.

Let's take a break. Whitney Engen is my favourite footballer, she played for Liverpool in 2013 (at the end of the season completely taking me by surprise and giving me a pair of signed boots), then moved to Tyreso (where I seen her play in a Champions League quarter-final against Birmingham), then to Houston Dash & now she's at WNY Flash. She's in a USWNT World Cup squad for the first time ever right now.

I had a panic. I was like, do I carry on walking, do I turn around, do I run. All these thoughts are going through my head.

& I thought, if she sees me and lets on, she sees me and lets on, if she doesn't, she doesn't.

She seen me.

Probably the most surreal thing of my life, stood chatting to her on the middle section of the crossing.

We talked about England, she said it was good to see me, and I got to wish her good luck in person.

I'm trying to process how in the whole of Montreal, my favourite footballer is crossing the street I'm crossing at that exact second in time.

I sat on a bench and flailed.

I met my friends .

USA won.

That's it.