TODAY sees the Women’s World Cup kick off in Germany, and I’m genuinely excited.
Four years ago I remember observing the female form of a male-dominated game properly for the first time and being genuinely surprised and impressed with the quality of play on offer.
Often much more measured and tactical, it reminds of the Italian league at times.
So I cannot wait for Nigeria vs France to open up proceedings in Germany at 4pm – and please accept this as a genuine sentiment, it’s very hard to write this without sounding patronising or insulting to the sport, but I am expecting some thrilling football.
Let’s face it, the men’s example last summer didn’t set the bar exceptionally high…