Daddy's girl...
4:40pm Monday, 5th July 2004
I caught the end of the Wimbledon women's final on Saturday. On winning, Maria Sharapova burst into tears before leaping over the wall of the court to battle through to her father, to the delight of a sympathetic crowd. Subsequently, the trophy ceremony was put on hold while she stood on centre court, trying to ring her mother in America on a temperamental mobile phone.
This all started me thinking... Would you ever see similar scenes after the men's final? My guess is that we wouldn't, nor - I suspect - would you see quite so much emphasis on proud fathers sitting in the crowd. Do we treat successful sportswomen as mere extensions of their doting families, while celebrating the rugged individualism of sportsmen? Or does women's sport just permit a healthier level of emotional honesty?
I caught the end of the Wimbledon women's final on Saturday. On winning, Maria Sharapova burst into tears before leaping over the wall of the court to battle through to her father, to the delight of a sympathetic crowd. Subsequently, the trophy ceremony was put on hold while she stood on centre court, trying to ring her mother in America on a temperamental mobile phone.
This all started me thinking... Would you ever see similar scenes after the men's final? My guess is that we wouldn't, nor - I suspect - would you see quite so much emphasis on proud fathers sitting in the crowd. Do we treat successful sportswomen as mere extensions of their doting families, while celebrating the rugged individualism of sportsmen? Or does women's sport just permit a healthier level of emotional honesty?
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