Yesterday even I woke with a dart of joy. The Lionesses had won!
In an age when women’s very existence is being denied and we’re being robbed of our hard-won gains – from toilets to trophies – by angry trans activists; at a time when our bodies are commodified and picked apart like never before thanks to social media, these bold young women have clawed out new territory. Their spirit signifies new freedoms, new potential for women everywhere.
Nowhere was this more apparent when listening to the poignant words of the so-called ‘Lost Lionesses’ of the 1971 Women’s World Cup. They were the first unofficial England women’s team in the days after a 50-year ban on women’s football was lifted.
Isn’t it incredible to think that, until recently, women’s football was as good as illegal?!
The FA will be all over women’s football now, of course, sensing the vast amounts of money to be made from ‘merch’ [merchandising] but, considering their historical attempts to destroy the women’s game, this feels like much too little, much too late.
What are men expecting to get out of it is the question I would like to ask.