It’s hard to believe it was little over a year ago. Just 12 months ago, the best women’s soccer teams from across the globe and their fans converged on Australia and New Zealand to crown a new World Cup champion. We cheered on the perennial powerhouses and celebrated the debutantes. We saw some of the most incredible feats of athleticism…one goal after another reminding us why they call this the beautiful game. We got to watch legends of the game pass the torch to a whole new generation of ballers, many of them queer. We felt the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat. It was glorious. So, let’s do that again, shall we? Well, minus the post-championship assault…let’s not do that again, ever (I’m looking at you, Bruce Mwape).