Seven minutes of magic, but not our night

For seven minutes, we drank cheap pots, long pours and and the elixir of hope at the Alphington bowls club, but it wasn't to be.

If we had to lose, I’m glad it was like that.

As Tony Gustavsson conceded in the aftermath, The Matildas bowed out to a superior team on the night. For most of the 90’, England looked more likely to score and less likely to concede — and yet — we were gifted a moment that ignited the nation, perhaps the best goal of the World Cup, delivered by the playe…