Moving forward?
On what counts as progress for women’s sport
Just over a week ago, I was 21 hours into my journey home from Bangkok and had exhausted the film and TV offering on my Emirates flight (including gobbling up eight episodes of the thriller All Her Fault and then switching to Eternity, a delightful rom-com – thanks for asking).
At the risk of having to listen to my own thoughts, I flicked through the options in front of me and clicked on the live sport button. In an instant, Lauren James popped up on my screen. It was a pleasant surprise to see the familiar Kingsmeadow stands and pitch, and an extra bonus to watch a 4-3 thriller between Chelsea and Aston Villa.