January 2019
A little while has passed since our victory. We had a little while to go before the World Cup as well. I was kind of in between everything. The MLS didn’t start yet, so I couldn’t really attend a lot of games to scout for potential players and we had two months left before our first few friendlies. We did find out a little earlier we would play Venezuela and Colombia once again.
The perfectionist in me wanted to prepare for the games, especially the game against Colombia after losing 6-0 the first time, but I really couldn’t motivate myself to. I spend most of my time at home, not really doing anything noteworthy.
That’s when the phone rang. It was Chloe calling, she explained how she was called earlier with the opportunity of an interview. An interview with me, they wanted to ask me about the recent successes I had. Without a single doubt I accepted, this was a fantastic opportunity for me.
A few days later I would meet two journalists, a relatively old man and a much younger woman, Charles and Abby. I met them in an old, almost completely abandoned office just outside of Chicago. I was guided by an older woman to a very nice room. A few minutes later Dana joined me in the room, followed by Charles not long after.
We all sat down. I had just a cup of terrible coffee in front of me. Abby had a laptop, while James had a notepad in front of them. We started with some small talk before the interview started, having a really pleasant conversation.
Things turned when the interview started. Charles started off with the question I least wanted to hear: “Do you think you were employed because you’re a women?” I was visibly disgusted by the question and replied: “What does that have to do with my achievements, you know, what you wanted to ask me about?”
Charles grinned and said sarcastically: “Everything, do you think we really care about that tournament. You beat some farmers. What an achievement, congratulations.” I was completely stumped by Charles’ comment. In the corner of the table I saw Abby slowly distancing herself from Charles and slowly nodding her head, ashamed by Charles’ comments.
“Excuse me, this is a disgrace.” I told Charles. “What is? I need to make news. Winning that terrible tournament isn’t news. The fact that we have a female manager, that stuff sells.”
“So you didn’t really care about the tournament, why did you tell me you did?”
We kept going like this for a little while, until Charles said: “We don’t care about you as a person, you’re not important at all. That tournament didn’t matter, it wasn’t important at all. The fact is, you’re a woman in the male footballing world that’s what matters. Do you really think we’d be interested in speaking with you if you were a man, because no we wouldn’t. Your hiring is solely because you’re a woman. Nothing more, nothing less. Do you understand that or do I need to say it again, you dumb bi-”
Before he could finish his sentence, I picked up my cup of coffee and threw it in his face. “Don’t you ever dare speak something like that again. This interview is over.” as I left the building.
Meanwhile, it started raining, I walked off back to the metro, to go back home. A few more streets were left to walk, when suddenly a car stopped next to me. As the tainted window went down, Abby revealed herself. “Get in the car.” she said. I got angry with her, calling her every possible curse word imaginable. “Your angry, I understand, I’m angry too. I quit. What Charles did was terrible and inexcusable. The things he said crossed a line. I’m sorry”.
A little while has passed since our victory. We had a little while to go before the World Cup as well. I was kind of in between everything. The MLS didn’t start yet, so I couldn’t really attend a lot of games to scout for potential players and we had two months left before our first few friendlies. We did find out a little earlier we would play Venezuela and Colombia once again.
The perfectionist in me wanted to prepare for the games, especially the game against Colombia after losing 6-0 the first time, but I really couldn’t motivate myself to. I spend most of my time at home, not really doing anything noteworthy.
That’s when the phone rang. It was Chloe calling, she explained how she was called earlier with the opportunity of an interview. An interview with me, they wanted to ask me about the recent successes I had. Without a single doubt I accepted, this was a fantastic opportunity for me.
A few days later I would meet two journalists, a relatively old man and a much younger woman, Charles and Abby. I met them in an old, almost completely abandoned office just outside of Chicago. I was guided by an older woman to a very nice room. A few minutes later Dana joined me in the room, followed by Charles not long after.
We all sat down. I had just a cup of terrible coffee in front of me. Abby had a laptop, while James had a notepad in front of them. We started with some small talk before the interview started, having a really pleasant conversation.
Things turned when the interview started. Charles started off with the question I least wanted to hear: “Do you think you were employed because you’re a women?” I was visibly disgusted by the question and replied: “What does that have to do with my achievements, you know, what you wanted to ask me about?”
Charles grinned and said sarcastically: “Everything, do you think we really care about that tournament. You beat some farmers. What an achievement, congratulations.” I was completely stumped by Charles’ comment. In the corner of the table I saw Abby slowly distancing herself from Charles and slowly nodding her head, ashamed by Charles’ comments.
“Excuse me, this is a disgrace.” I told Charles. “What is? I need to make news. Winning that terrible tournament isn’t news. The fact that we have a female manager, that stuff sells.”
“So you didn’t really care about the tournament, why did you tell me you did?”
We kept going like this for a little while, until Charles said: “We don’t care about you as a person, you’re not important at all. That tournament didn’t matter, it wasn’t important at all. The fact is, you’re a woman in the male footballing world that’s what matters. Do you really think we’d be interested in speaking with you if you were a man, because no we wouldn’t. Your hiring is solely because you’re a woman. Nothing more, nothing less. Do you understand that or do I need to say it again, you dumb bi-”
Before he could finish his sentence, I picked up my cup of coffee and threw it in his face. “Don’t you ever dare speak something like that again. This interview is over.” as I left the building.
Meanwhile, it started raining, I walked off back to the metro, to go back home. A few more streets were left to walk, when suddenly a car stopped next to me. As the tainted window went down, Abby revealed herself. “Get in the car.” she said. I got angry with her, calling her every possible curse word imaginable. “Your angry, I understand, I’m angry too. I quit. What Charles did was terrible and inexcusable. The things he said crossed a line. I’m sorry”.