women versus men
My brother asked me ‘who would win if they played each other?’.
On the Sunday I went down to Broadwater,Berkhamsted to see my local team Watford Ladies play Colchester United Ladies in the Premiership.
On the Tuesday, watching from exactly the same position in the mainstand, propped between the dugouts, I saw my other senior local team Berkhamsted FC (mens).
Both matches left me enraptured. For different reasons.
In the sunshine the women received their instruction from the coaches and set about outpassing United.
The men in the evening gloom swore at each other to get the adrenalin going and then laid into the opposition, to let them know they were there.
The Watford women got stronger but not dirtier as the match wore on playing with more and more understanding, showing no dissent to ref nor coach, listening at half-time, exhausting their opposition in the 2nd 45.
The Berkhamsted men… admittedly, had an agenda (in the first match but 2 days before they had finished with 9 men with the scores at 4-4 having been pegged back three times,demanding a replay); their tactics from start to finish were “batter”, “incursion”,”prevail”. And they did 2-0.
So in answer to my brother, Berkhamsted Mens(who play at 7 or more levels below their own Premiership) would beat the Watford Ladies of the Womens Premiership by about 43 goals to 0 if they mercilessly put their mind and shoulder to it …the women would be left with at most 3 players still standing.
And yet, the women play such lovely football and will again and again. They are coached right.
But for all that it is the mens game we ‘all’ find …thrilling.