The Women’s World Cup began today in Australia and New Zealand, with the two host countries winning against their first opponents.  The French National team has been making the headlines this week on top of an ingenious ad campaign in partnership with the France Men’s National Team, watch it below:

It seems like every week we do this, I have to preemptively apologize for the circus of bad news that seems to grow in severity with each passing Thursday, and this week did not disappoint. So again, I’m sorry! But before we get into the national yuck, let’s touch on

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Guest post by Tyler Hinman Soccer fans in our city don’t have to go all the way south to a Quakes match to watch the Beautiful Game live. Instead, they can see San Francisco City Football Club play their Premier Development League games at historic Kezar Stadium. What’s more, Broke-Ass Stuart

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Guest post by Jaisette Herrera I love balls. They come in all sizes and shapes….and all are used to score. Balls are celebrated across the world and none are so adored then the ones that get to play in the World Cup. I am a girl who loves sports, but I’m

When I moved to NYC from Virginia the first mission was to find a pub for Premier League matches. I was lucky enough to be introduced to two by way of the NY Reds. But there was something about Smithfield that felt like home. In Virginia I had a family

When I first came to San Francisco, I didn’t know many people.  Two activities (three if excessive solo drinking at bars counts) connected me with my current group of friends:  Moving in with roommates from Craigslist and joining a sports league.  While the former is undoubtedly a direct channel to

Man oh MAN, I am so excited about this World Cup. Normally, at this stage, an entire nation of deluded youth who think that America might someday care about soccer finds itself flailing somewhere between wild panic and bitter apathy. They bob in this temperate ocean because by this point