I’m in the clubhouse at Dulwich Hamlet FC watching a punk band cover Babes in Toyland and Peaches, surrounded by everyone I know in south London and a gang of happy, drunk Germans. It’s the periodic Altona 93/Dulwich Hamlet ‘Freundschaft’ exchange trip, as the Hamburg-based sister club — founded, like Dulwich, in 1893 — and their exuberant fans have flooded south London with German footballing flair, craft beer, lovingly patched denim vests and really excellent stickers, and I wouldn’t know any of these people if it wasn’t for Megan Rapinoe.
This is not a story about Megan Rapinoe’s career.