| Euro 2022 is under way and despite years of evidence suggesting I should feel otherwise, I find myself hugely optimistic that England can finally end the nation's international football hoodoo and be crowned champions, writes Sam Quek. The girls got off to the dream start with a comfortable 1-0 win versus Austria on Wednesday, however rather than using this column to talk about Fran Kirby's delightful assist, Beth Mead's cheeky lob or England's resolute defending; I actually want to talk about the crowd. The record-breaking crowd of 68,000 fans who flocked to Old Trafford created an atmosphere that was just as passionate as any men's international match that I have witnessed; however what struck me was how different the temperament of the supporters felt. There was a clearly detectable air of goodwill and happiness. It also felt like that positive tone wasn't dependant on the matches result. There was none of the aggression that so often associated with a men's football crowd. When the ball went out for a corner for example, there wasn't hundreds of obscene hand gestures in the background – just cheering, clapping and smiles. I may be late to the party, or perhaps it is that I am seeing football through a different prism, given that I am a relatively new mother of two, but attending a women's international match with my family strikes me are far more appealing that attending a men's game. I have always maintained that I will take my children to the football "when they are old enough". What is clear though, is that the age in which they will be "old enough" very much differs with regards to the men and women's games – and that feels quite sad. Read the full column here More writing from our network |