I am rarely at a loss for words, especially when it comes to my writing but as of late I have found myself struggling for them. Ever since Thursday the 8th of September 2022 at around 19:30 CET, whilst I was watching my beloved Arsenal Football Club as they in played their first Europa League group of the season against FC Zurich. When, all of a sudden my phone buzzed with an alert from my Twitter feed delivering the news that I had feared yet expected, the world had been informed that day that her majesty Queen Elizabeth the Second was ill and her family were en route to balmoral en mass to be at her side. The notification was from The Royal Family’s Twitter feed informing the world of the passing of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth the second of that name, and it's a moment that I will personally never forget.
I had gone to Trinity’s Irish Pub in Monaco, to watch this game and ended up watching it with two Dutch men and another English man, the four of us hadn’t met each other before. But we were all Arsenal fans and were bought together by our love of our team and the game. That Twitter notification at the end of the first half changed everything. The mood that had been up until that moment joyous and full of banter and of course her majesty’s well-being was in the back of our minds. With Arsenal up 1–0, a few pints to the good, having had a fish and chips dinner and…
