Lloyd finally stepped to the forefront of women’s soccer on that afternoon in July, but here, at the Turning Point in Marlton, she practically recedes into the background. She is not Serena Williams, granite sculpture of biceps and triceps. She is not Ronda Rousey, bulk and power. At 5-foot-8, her hair piled into a messy bun, and sporting an unremarkable all-black warm-up suit, she could just as easily be your fitness-conscious roommate as a World Cup Golden Ball winner. Lloyd grew up about 10 miles north in Delran, is engaged to her high school boyfriend, Brian Hollins, and still calls South Jersey home. But when the waitress swings by the table to offer refills, she does not seem to realize she is sharing the room with the best women’s soccer player in the world.
“The thing is,” Lloyd goes on, “those 16 minutes were 13 years of hard, hard work.”