It’s hard not to get swept up in the surge of women’s sport right now. Eighty thousand fans filled Twickenham for the Women's Rugby World Cup final. A Women’s Euros that held the home nation on the edge of its seat until Chloe Kelly hammered home that decisive spot kick.
The sight of girls’ football matches scattered across local parks still stops me in my tracks, a visibility many of us never had growing up. We were the generation who loved games that didn’t always love us back. Now, finally, we can see what it means when they do.
