In all sport it's about levels. When I was a young lad I played in the Northern League for Ryhope Colliery, every game was a battle for me, my first touch had to be perfect or I was going to get clattered. My passes had to be near on perfect or they were getting cut out. I was only just good enough to play at that level about 5 leagues below the football league. When me and a few of my team mates turned up the next morning for our pub team we looked like Zidane, we made it look easy, dribbling past blokes with beer bellies, pinging 50 yard balls to feet. We had all the time in the world.

Women's football is nowhere near the pace of the men's game and it's the pace that makes the game. Anyone can look good when they have time and space and in the men's game you don't get it.