After our all male discussion with all male callers on the Women’s World Cup yesterday, we wondered if the tournament would generate more interest.
A few hours later while walking downtown I saw dozens of people rocking the blue with the pink accented kit of the defending world champions from Japan. There were a few folks in the red and white jerseys of Switzerland on the streets and on Canada Line as well.
For some reason I struggled with watching the Champions League final on Saturday and then Canada’s tournament opener in Edmonton, like it was beneath me to watch the women. This is ridiculous.
Of course the calibre of play is different. It is not fair to compare.
This is only seventh Women’s event, and it has grown from 16 countries four years ago, to 24 in 2015. The inaugural men’s was played in 1930, a head start of 61 years, before female players finally had their first ever global competition.
Even though we have seen 10-0 and 6-0 games already, there is more parody than in hockey, where Canada and the USA dominate.
Enjoy the competition. The stadiums look great and the best part is the people that are inside are into what is happening on the faux grass.
This is still a global event.
If the World Cup can inspire, like it did for a nine-year-old girl in Surrey in 1999, when the Americans edged China in penalty kicks at the Rose Bowl. That’s a good thing. Even though Sydney Leroux Dwyer now represents the United States.
The tournament will only get better as the cream rises. Although, neither the women nor men can match the entertainment of the sleaze ball circus that is going on with the governing body, FIFA.