If it seems to you like the Matildas are everywhere, it’s because they are.
This morning, during my short walk to get coffee, it felt like the city was buzzing with a shared excitement. It’s not even the day of the game and yet I saw two people wearing Matildas scarves, and my barista was sporting lovely, newly bleached hair – along with a Matildas jersey. I’m not sure if the hair was also in honour of the team, but I hope so because it’s either that or a breakup.