I was sitting on the bench of the Matildas, my daughter Harper on my lap. She was jumping around and I was stroking her cute blonde hair unconsciously. Mackenzie next to me had her full attention on Harper while my gaze was roaming the pitch. In less than an hour, the semi-finale of the FIFA Women's world cup would start. Against the Lionesses. The last time that I had played against the english women was years ago, before I had Harper. There had been changes in their squad, players being in the starting eleven who I didn't know. I was scared of playing them, to be honest. They had some of the best players on their team, top-scorers not only in the WSL but also in Liga F. My gaze wandered from one player to the other when it stopped at one particular young woman who was warming up with Leah. She had this special look on her face, a look that just drew all eyes onto her. I knew her, of course I did. She was a big topic in the WSL, playing for Arsenal. Even though she was still young, she was one of the best. Suddenly, someone nudged my shoulder "Katrina? What's wrong" Mackenzie asked. I looked at her "Nothing, don't worry. Just...thinking about the game"