I have long envied people with a football team. I don’t mean people who actually play football (that looks exhausting), but people committed to chasing the fortunes of a particular team. I crave that kind of religious fervour, while remaining a staunch sports atheist. Indeed, I somehow lived in Melbourne for the best part of 20 years without ever producing a good answer to that holiest of questions: “So, which team do you support?”
The arrival of the Fifa Women’s World Cup in Australia has made that question more urgent. More specifically, being the parent of two young, football-curious girls has made that question urgent. The rise of women’s football has been an inspiration to them.