A man's world. A woman's world

Subject: A man's world. A woman's world.

It's a more obvious example of the difference between men and women. After watching a scintillating match in New Zealand earlier between the men of Australia and New Zealand this evening it's the women's turn to play rugby in the final of their World Cup played in Ireland. I wrote before how entertaining the women's game had become, how they laid their bodies on the line and tacked with just the same commitment as the men.
Well perhaps not quite as fierce not quiet as ferocious not quite as brutal. Every so often the men loose it, they take their aggression to the next level and start throwing punches. The women for all their drive and eagerness to score, for all their willingness to push the tackles to the extreme they seldom lose their tempers. As they disengage there seems no animosity no chasing an opposition player for revenge only the healthy respect for each other and an acknowledgement that fair play is first and foremost part of the game.
New Zealand have just scored and the sight of a man in an Irish Team shirt cheering the momentary demise of the old enemy England says as much for the gender as it does the nationality.
The game is nip and tuck. It's a hard contest without the theatrics of the boxing which is due on later tonight between Floyd Mayweather and Conor McGregor. The ridiculous hype from McGregor is embarrassing. Like a strutting Peacock, the Irishman is a self proclaiming dynamo of a man who's performance is embarrassing to any sensible person and does no service to boxing, or the cause of mankind.
I have decided not to contribute my merger £20 to the many millions that the fight has attracted. Mayweather one of the highest earners in the game is claiming he needs the money to pursue his lifestyle and one wonders how many millions a person needs especially since his father is trainer and manager and the money stays in the family.
McGregor is a man to dislike so he can go whistle.
The woman's game has finished in yet another second half victory for the Kiwis. Like their male team mates they seemed to find another gear in the second half and demolished the shape of the England side by simply playing a simple game of clinical pick and thrust for any weakness in the English side.
The winners performed a Hakka after receiving their winners medal. It always lacks the deep throated aggressive dominance of the men but the joy in performing this famous symbol of a courageous island tucked away in the cold turbulent waters of the Southern Atlantic so so far away is not lost on me and I applaud them.
A great team but it takes nothing away from the guts and talent of the English side who all through the tournament have shown tremendous skill and courage. There had to be a winner and the winner was not what we had hoped.  To see the losers, some in tears as the weight of the defeat hit home was the only indication of a gender difference. Another example of a narrowing gap between what women can do in a man's world.