Women’s football is now the country’s fourth-largest participation sport. So why is it still so underfunded and ignored?
When I started playing football as an adult, at the beginning of university age 17, I was having panic attacks. It would be perhaps midway through the game, when I was out of breath after a fast sprint and, usually, when I had either messed up a crucial play, or felt so tired that I was worried that I would mess up the next move.
Each time, my teammates would rally around me, get me water, teach me how to breathe in a way that would reduce the symptoms. After a while, I stopped having panic attacks altogether. The Sunday afternoons I spent with my football team were some of the happiest and purest of my life so far – a genuine safe space filled with laughter and good exercise, plus a bit of drama when it came to taking on other university teams. I played 11-a-side matches for my full three years at university, leaving with stronger legs and friendships than many of my peers.
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