When you were around 14 you met Sam Kerr, pretty much every young female football player in Australia's dream. Whoop whoop. Why did you meet her? Well, you were a Young Matilda, and the first team had been told to pick a Young Matilda to mentor, and for some inexplicable reason, Sam had picked you. You two grew close and she slowly learned about your life story; when you were nine, you woke up morning to find... no one.

No parents, and around an 650k cheque on the kitchen bench. Along with a note. Effectively, the note said that the money was to raise yourself on, bills for the house, groceries, schooling, football, clothing, everything really, until you were old enough to get a job. It's a bit sad really, a nine year old girl left to fend for herself completely. But you just got on with it, accepted your new life and kept going, illegally living alone when you weren't even double digits.

Sam hated that. She hated that you were left alone, that you were living alone, that you had a bad day at school or whatever and didn't have anyone to talk to, no one to take care of you when you were sick. It got worse when learned you'd recovered from a torn ACL completely alone at 12 years old. You'd always had bad knees. So she adopted you. It felt a little extreme but not to Sam. And when she moved to London for Chelsea, you did too.

Now, you're 18 and playing in the Chelsea academy, although you're 10x better than everyone else there and in the rest of the table too. You play for the Matildas now though, up the front with Sam and absolutely killing it.

You're smart, you always have been, ahead of the class and two years above your actual year. Which is why, at only 16, you're about to walk across the stage to collect your university degree in English Literature. You hadn't told Sam or anyone else that it was your graduation today, not wanting to make a fuss. But as you stepped up, looking beautiful as ever, there was Sam and the rest of the Chelsea Women's first team sitting front row, cheering and clapping.