Here's the truth behind my visceral disgust at watching the U.S.A. lose to Mexico in Mexico: it's not
as if anyone in the U.S. really expected them to win ... besides me, really. I wanted to
will them to win. But soccer in the United States needs its own Lake Placid "Miracle on Ice" moment; they need to do the unthinkable — but yesterday, as has been their fashion, they lost. ...(continue reading)
Typical to their collapse against the Brazilians in the ConFed Cup, the U.S. squad plays like boys
against men. No, like teenagers playing basketball with their father, and their father can't move but
still shoots the sky hook to perfection. Basically, the U.S. has all the skill, all the talent, and
— dare I say it? — all the heart! But they have none of the wisdom it takes to go into
enemy territory and vanquish a rival.
It's not enough anymore that they were simply there. That was for the days of Alexi Lalas, when the US
played boom and run soccer (an advanced form of keepaway), because they had no attack. This loss does
not disqualify them from the World Cup, but it certainly sends U.S. fans into a depression. I had to
watch the final minutes surrounded by Mexican fans in the middle of Manhattan — do you think
there was ONE U.S.A. fan in Mexico City?
I think not.
Where was their attack in the smog and green soot of Azteca? At that 7,000 foot altitude, swarmed by
the Mexican faithful, they utterly failed.
Failure is not acceptable! To "come close" or to "almost" do it makes this fan's stomach sick —
especially when one watches on an empty stomach and then heads home for dinner!
It's no longer OK to just be there. That carrot has been dangled long enough enough. The U.S.A. soccer
team has to show some cojones and pony up when it counts.
The good news is that the U.S.A. is still in contention for the FIFA World Cup in South Africa. They
had better watch some tape and get ready to play like wise old men.
Highlights from last night's U.S./Mexico soccer match: