Palomas, pagris and a whole lot of cricket. I'd never been to women’s cricket until I ventured to The Kia Oval in south London to watch England take on India in a summer showdown - what I found was a T20 that felt less like a polite sporting event and more like the summer party you didn’t know you needed.
Wimbledon Tennis, for all its grace & strawberries, is the spiritual home of sleep-deprived optimism, where thousands line up in the night like it’s a Taylor Swift presale, only wetter & with more Tupperware. This is the story of how one writer armed with a sandwich & a Lime bike, joined the most civilised and ridiculous queue in British sport.
It’s not just a tournament. It’s about belonging, a patchwork, a movement, a thousand remixed kits spinning through fan parks and fashion feeds. Find out why at UEFA Women’s Euro 2025, football-core is taking centre stage.
At home, I need a reason to work out. On holiday, I’ll hike in flip flops to see a goat, then pretend to speak Italian to rent a paddleboard. Why I only say yes to new sports when I’m sunburnt and off-grid.
Forget the polite applause and cucumber sandwiches. Gurinder Chadha has turned this summer’s England vs India women’s cricket series into a full-blown cinematic showdown.
One director.
One trailer.
One very big story.
From reformer Pilates to tempo strength and Hot Girl Walks, low-impact workouts are quietly taking over. The future of fitness isn’t softer, it’s smarter.
Three iconic challenges. One self-made round. A freezing lake, two wheels, 42 peaks, and barely any sleep. We meet Michelle Rothwell, a woman who turned a passing idea into a 57-hour test of endurance.
It’s not tennis, it’s not squash, and it’s definitely not pickleball. Here’s what happened when I finally decided to learn what padel actually is. I had questions, and more than a few surprises!
Opinion: Sue Bird’s appointment is what good hiring looks like. After twenty years in sport, one writer asks why leadership pipelines for women are still so often treated like fairy tales.
In the heart of Yaoundé, Cameroon, teenage girls are dodging dust, doubt, and defiance to chase football dreams. On cracked pitches and in a system that rarely makes space for them, they’re pushing forward with focus, fire, and a refusal to fade out.
