“Are you the goalkeeper? Could we please have a pair of your gloves?”
Siobhan came back inside and suggested she’d also give them a football, so they could have a kick about.
(I should point out that in two years of living at our house, this has never happened before, and now twice in two days!)
From my office, I could hear the boys stood waiting outside, they were so excited.
“This is amazing!” One said to the other, as they waited on the drive, dressed head-to-toe in Liverpool kit.
“This is so cool, thank you. But why don’t you live in a mansion like other footballers?”
Without skipping a beat, the other boy jumps in:
“If she lived in a mansion, we wouldn’t have got these autographs!”
These are 6 young boys, aged between 8-13, who thought it was ‘cool’ they lived near a footballer, not a woman that played football, simply a footballer.
Women playing football was once seen as an oddity. Something different and often mocked. Something women in many other professions still encounter.
It’s not just about how they see footballers, it’s about how they see women, it’s about how they see the world.
Women play football? And what?
Then maybe one day, women’s footballers will be living in mansions too!