Sunday marks one week since the US Women won their fourth world cup. I couldn’t watch the game right away because of church being at the same time so I silenced my notifications and put my phone into airplane mode. I wanted no heads up before I got to sit and watch the final in its entirety.
I made it almost all the way through church before someone pulled me aside in the communion line and went, “Go USA!” with a big grin and a thumbs up. (Just to put this in a time frame, this was maybe thirty minutes before I went home to watch the recording.) I’m sure every one of you can imagine the silent, internal groan that happened while I kept a smile on my face and told her that I hadn’t seen the score and was recording the game. Thankfully, she didn’t go beyond that so I still had no clue of the actual result.
As soon as we got home, Dad and I spent the next two hours avoiding social media and fast-forwarding through half time. The Dutch women fought hard. I knew we would be up by one as soon as I saw Megan Rapinoe step up to take the penalty-kick. Love her or hate her, she just doesn’t miss from that spot. What I did not expect was Rose Lavelle’s gorgeous golazo not long after. It was a great pass by Mewis and a great job by Lavelle to cut to her left foot and around the Dutch defender, Van der Gragt.
All told, I am proud of the Netherlands team for the work they put in to make it to the finals in their second ever World Cup appearance. I am thrilled that Sari van Veenendaal took home the Golden Glove because she absolutely deserved it for all of her performances, and especially for keeping the US out for as long as she did and as many times as she did. As you can expect, I am beyond ecstatic that the US took home their fourth World Cup trophy. I am happy that Megan Rapinoe won the Golden Ball and the Golden Boot, that Rose Lavelle won the Bronze Ball, and that Alex Morgan took home the Silver Ball.
Also, is it 2023 yet? #TimeForFive