The women’s T20 world cup is on; the second innings of the Pakistan/ New Zealand match for a place in the semi-final has only just begun. The Pakistan team is not particularly good, but I found myself welling up a little to see my father watching intently, and even the cook lingering as he cleared away dishes to sigh over a dropped catch. And, on tv, the stadium is nearly empty but there are some spectators, girls and women but also men and boys, who jumped and cheered when a wicket was taken.
I hope they become really good. It would really mean something.