Sexists and misogynists in football exhaust me. But I refuse to let them hold me back | Emma Hayes
Briefly

Old Trafford really was the Theatre of Dreams on that rare sunny Saturday in May 2024...I was in Sir Alex's home. I felt his presence in the posh seats behind me...I thought of the standards he instilled, the values he represented, the wisdom he espoused over 27 years.
It is a source of enduring regret that, because of the post-match melee, we never got to share the glass of red wine we had promised ourselves...I'm privileged to have the opportunity to stand on the shoulders of such a giant.
Given the context of my final season at Chelsea, that WSL title, our eighth in 10 years, stands as my greatest managerial achievement...Watching my team demonstrate everything our programme represented, under the most intense pressure, was impossibly poignant.
The group endured a series of gut punches...The disappointment of defeat in the League Cup final...was compounded by semi-final losses...They are a special set of human beings. I had to teach.
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