It’s been five years since I worked on the sideline at my first ever AFLW game. It was at Drummoyne Oval in Sydney between the GIANTS and Carlton, in the middle of the biggest thunderstorm I think I’d ever seen hit the city.
And there, against the fence in the pouring rain, were herds of young girls with guernseys on, their favourite players' names and numbers on their back, homemade signs and smiles from ear to ear.
In that moment I realised that never again will there be a generation of young girls who turn on the TV and only see their brother’s heroes running around like I did.
It’s pretty special and let me tell you, it’s only getting better.