![]() Consider the glorious Alex Scott – the former footballer, now such a passionate presenter and pundit – recalling how she once had to take a job in the Arsenal laundry, washing the men’s kit, to top up her own modest pay, from £50 to £200 a match. The FA will be all over women’s football now, of course, sensing the vast amounts of money to be made from ‘merch’ but, considering their historical attempts to destroy the women’s game, this feels like much too little, much too late. Isn’t it incredible to think that, until recently, women’s football was as good as illegal?! ‘To have the Euros in your own country, and for your own country to play so well, and for all the teams to showcase what the women’s game can do: it’s like a dream come true,’ said one of those players this week. But yesterday even I woke with a dart of joy. ![]() I remember being ordered off the athletics field as a teenager after attempting to do the long jump in four-inch fake snakeskin platform boots (‘You’re a liability, Burchill!’), and that was fine by me. #Despicable bear 2 professional#Not long after their return, however, the team disbanded due to the Football Association’s restrictions on women playing professional football. Despite not qualifying for the knock-out stage, they came home optimistic for the future of women’s football in the UK. They played before an adoring crowd of 90,000 in Mexico City. They were the first unofficial England women’s team in the days after a 50-year ban on women’s football was lifted. Nowhere was this more apparent when listening to the poignant words of the so-called ‘Lost Lionesses’ of the 1971 Women’s World Cup. Their spirit signifies new freedoms, new potential for women everywhere. Why such happiness? Where do I start? 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. ![]() I remember being ordered off the athletics field as a teenager after attempting to do the long jump in four-inch fake snakeskin platform boots (‘You’re a liability, Burchill!’), and that was fine by me.īut yesterday even I woke with a dart of joy. ![]()
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