I’ve been trying desperately hard not to catch any of the women’s European Championships over the past 10 days or so. But before you get on your high horse and slam me for being sexist, this has absolutely nothing to do with Euro 22 being a tournament for ladies rather than men. It is purely because I already watch enough football of the male variety – Premiership, European, Championship, cup, international, friendlies, Sunday league – and absolutely don’t need to develop a similar addiction to the women’s side of the beautiful game. The day I inform my infinitely patient wife that I can’t do something because I am busy watching Sheffield United women vs Crystal Palace women on the television is, coincidentally, exactly the same day I will be moving out of home. And as that would be entirely understandable, I was determined to hold back. However, despite my best efforts, I still accidentally (ahem) tuned in to two or three of the bigger games… and thoroughly, if slightly guiltily, enjoyed every single minute of them. One match I just happened to stumble across was England’s 8-0 demolition of Norway. What an incredible, record-breaking performance that was. The skill, tactics,...