On the final page of Christine Sinclair’s book she comes back to her family. She’s on the field at B.C. Place, a few kilometres from where she grew up; she has just been celebrated for scoring more goals in international soccer than anyone, ever. Her parents have passed but the rest of her tight-knit family is there, and she’s on the field with her beloved nieces, the daughters of her brother Michael. She says they know everything about her, as a person.
And the last words of the book are, “When I’m with them and attract attention or draw a crowd, they always say the same thing: ‘If only those people knew the real you …’ ”
