This week I did something I haven’t done since high school: I went to footy training. It was a classic Melbourne March night and we kicked into biting wind, light rain tending to moderate, a sky mountainous with grey clouds. The ball was slippery and so was the ground, and I woke the next day covered in bruises and full of joy.
The women on the team were serious. Every drop punt hit its target. Each shot for goal was true. And they had this one thing in common, with one another and with so many women Australia-wide: they love the game.
