It's not just about football - it's about my value

A match ending 14-0 can't be anything more than a win, right? This was an overpass, an easy match.

But it has been so difficult for those who sat in the audience, for us who have dreamed about this throughout our lives. So many years we struggled just to get a seat inside Tehran's Azadi stadium.

So much more than football - is about my value

Actually, it might not be about football itself. Actually, it's more about my value as a man, as a woman.

Am I an individual, free to live, love and experience just like everyone else? Just like the men who don't want to see me in the arena.

I grew up with the constant feeling that I am a second class citizen. It has even infected me in my life in Sweden.

To always stand with my fist in the air and ready to fight, even for the simple thing of being able to show my support for my national team?

Is it a one-off event?

For the first time, female football supporters were allowed to step into the mighty Azadi stadium, a step we all could only dream of - but it is also a forced step.

Do we really dare to believe that this is the first step towards a change, or does everything go back to closed gates when the cameras are turned off? When Fifa stopped pressing.

I want to believe that the regime in Iran can no longer hide from women. That the door was opened once and for all.

We have long accepted the rules we were forced to obey - I myself went all the way to the World Cup in Brazil for the chance to see my Iranian men's national team play. The fact that women now have to step into my home country for our national team is a dream we hardly dared to dream, but finally the day came - finally we got to feel that we are just like everyone else.

But the fact is that we may not have gotten there yet - we still have to fight to keep our place, for the right to stand on the stand. But hopefully the gate has now been kicked open forever.