Once upon a time there was a bid.

Then no one knew anything about this bid.

It was a dark and stormy night.

Questions and answers in different languages ​​followed one another.

“Where will the next Mundial Femenino be?”

“Valencia”

“We still have not received any bids”

It was a dark and stormy night.

Suddenly a lightning squeezed the darkness. It was a bid. It was sent on October 30. It was from Valencia, Spain.

Nobody knew about this bid. It had been forgotten.

The strange story of the forgotten bid, of which we will never know the truth.