Here is a name to feed into the pop culture search engine between your ears: Cristiano Ronaldo. He looks like a supermodel, plays soccer like a demi-god and as a result of these two factors features in ad campaigns for everything from Armani underwear to Jacob & Co timepieces. Just for playing for Real Madrid, he earns upwards of half a million dollars. A week. After tax.
As preposterous as this figure is, it may well rise on the fact that he recently took out the Ballon D’Or prize, which effectively proclaims him the world’s best player.
Reset your search engine and try this name for size: Nadine Angerer.
Need a minute? Thought so.
Angerer is a German goalkeeper currently plying her trade in our (Australia’s) W-League. She also happens to be the current female Ballon D’Or winner.
Now, to watch Ronaldo in action, you’ll need at least $350 for a ticket. To see Angerer do her thing, it’ll cost you a fiver. And you’ll more than likely get a photo with her, plus an autograph afterwards.
As a rabid sportsfan who’ll watch pretty much anything involving athletes fitter than I’ll ever be, this disparity is utterly ludicrous. The best player on the planet is right here in Australia, it costs a pittance to get in and she’s stopping shots in front of the crowd that’s smaller than that which gathers in the loading dock of a hotel where One Direction may or may not be having dinner.
Angerer, her colleagues and her competitors play for exactly the same length of time as men and as for those who say the skill levels are lacking when compared to the boys I respond, when was the last time you watched a women’s match?