Last weekend I went to a sporting field for a walk. As I joined a snaking queue of cars into the car park, with children of all ages jumping out and running to football fields and netball courts, I realised I had stumbled upon a ritual I used to know all too well: it was Saturday morning sport.
The world is in the middle of a sporting calendar frenzy this month. We have had the highs and lows of Wimbledon; the Ashes continue; and we are captivated by the long-awaited Women’s World Cup. And this weekend after four years, the netball World Cup begins in South Africa. We are spoilt for choice.
