Wednesday, 1st July, 2015
Home.
England Women’s team playing in Canada in the world Cup finals tournament. Got through the qualifying rounds. Playing apparently with skill and determination.
Playing Canada, the host nation in the quarter finals and, maybe I’m just a little bit (only a little bit? Editor) but I decided to watch it live on TV. Beginning at midnight.
Well, you know how it is? You can watch the kick off can’t you? If it’s rubbish – or we’re losing (see that? Identifying with the team already?) – you can easily switch off and hit the hay. Can’t you?
In this case: no!
First and most importantly there is a refreshing honesty and delight-in-sport with these ladies. They are old-fashioned enthusiastic, desperate to win and there is none of the media B.S. that so often, if not always surrounds the professional men’s international circus. The interviews are straightforward. Straight talking.
And once the first ball is kicked there is the commitment, there is pride, no lack of effort and passion. From both teams. Challenging, physical and fair. TV commentators remark that this is the largest crowd for an international involving a Canadian team on home soil – ever! The home team well – and noisily supported. But there are shots of England fans, even fans of both teams standing together.
It is clearly hot in there (Vancouver, B.C.) too. But it is hot for both teams, remember that!
Playing a returned-from-injury and very-busy centre forward in Jodie Taylor, manager Mark Sampson could not have dreamed of the beginning goal. Taylor, who put pressure on the home defence throughout the game was there to pounce on a mistake by Canadian centre half and drill the ball convincingly into the net. Lucy Bronze some minutes later pumped a set-piece header over the goalie’s hand and under the cross bar. Two –nil. No going to bed now then.
From then on, while England had penetrating raids they stayed in control of a game despite a concerted effort by Canada in the second half which saw them drag a goal back.
But, being successful in a football competition aside what struck me most was the wonderful sense of achievement shown by all involved. This is real sport. Not the mercenary, results driven hacking sham pantomime that is served up all too regularly by the Premiership. Where the levels of skill are undoubtedly high, but entertainment is overcome by nerves and the often wrongly used term “professionalism” when what is displayed is the very opposite.
This fine news must be brought down to earth by the atrocities of what I can only describe as a craven, cowardly attack by a rifleman on a beach in Tunisia. Apparently a supporter of Islamic State he opened fire on innocent holiday makers as they relaxed on a sun-soaked beach. I am at a loss to understand the reasoning of these extremist fanatics, to get to grips with what they actually want out of these dreadful events.
This is another senseless attack against the major part of society, which is happy to live and let live: people on holiday with families and friends. People who have worked long and hard to win a little piece of away-from-it-all.
My thoughts are with the families of those affected and also with those who survived the horror. Though I would wish it otherwise I am sure the feelings will last for a long time.
Not least in the list of murdered (give me another word for it if you can) people were three fellow-Walsall supporters: three generations of local people. It is heartening that the official Walsall web-site has responded, that others in the universal “football family” regardless of club loyalties have opened their hearts to the family and that, as is properly and currently fashionable a “memorial (shirts, scarves and paraphernalia) is laid outside the club shop. Respect.
I did not know these people, although we have, almost certainly, sat near to each other I have no doubt over the years: at this ground or another (certainly we were all at Wembley together!) but that is not the point. This is such a sad, sad day: for the world.