Category: World Cup 2010

DC United vs Seattle Sounders – May 4th

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Excuses for not writing: accepted to grad school, tore ACL for the 3rd time, Sharks playoff hockey, and lastly, moved across the country to Washington DC, which brings us to the focus of this article, DC United vs. Seattle Sounders.  When Groupon (shout out) offered decent tickets to the game for a good price, I could not pass up the opportunity. After settling in Foggy Bottom in NW DC and with RFK on the same metro line as me, I had no excuses. Ticket: $16, Metro ride: ~ $2. Alcohol: $10-15

I will not provide a comprehensive analysis of the match because I simply do not want to and who in God’s name would want to read it. Go to soccernet for all I care.

However, Charlie Davies’ goal in the 52’ was a good piece of play with a nice ball played down the right side and a well placed cross, allowing Davies to cash in from about 4 yards out and provide us with a lovely rendition of the stanky leg.  The goal came moments after I explained to two less informed soccer fans that Charlie Davies is a poacher.  Now before you get angry, I realize this is probably an unfair and inaccurate assessment of him as a player.  However, I do not see this as a bad thing whatsoever (Filippo Inzaghi has made himself quite the career out of that role). While I do not think the two are the same player my message is such, THE USMNT NEEDS A PLAYER LIKE THIS. Someone who will simply score goals, not always the pretties, but who cares?  Davies doesn’t necessarily have to be that player, and maybe he isn’t, although it’s tough to argue with his scoring record thus far.  Nevertheless, the USMNT desperately needs a player who can simply be in the right place at the right time and score goals.  ZERO goals from US forwards in the 2010 World Cup ringing any bells for anyone?  I’m not looking for some miracle forward from the US, how about someone who can get a deflection and put it in the net.  How about ANY forward who can put it in the back of the net?  The USMNT’s laundry list of issues will not be solved by this, but scoring goals never hurt any team.

Yup, no transition.  Being an avid EPL (English Premier League for you amateurs) the quality of football in the game was pretty poor with a few moments of genius, as is the story for most MLS games.  But the most surprising game play was with about 7-10 minutes left and DC United up a goal.  They played by far their best football of the match.  They focused on possession, keeping the ball on the ground, swinging it from side to side, with no giant rush to get the ball in the 18.  It is easy to understand why they would play this way, protecting a one goal lead, but I would love to see an MLS team play the entire game like this! Unfortunately, most MLS teams do not possess the technical skills to play this way, as was displayed by DC United when they tried their best to give the ball away in their own defense.  But it was fun to watch and exciting to see an MLS team does actually occasionally value possession and the ball staying on the ground.  The bottom line is the MLS will become a better league when teams can increase their technical ability and attempt to keep possession of the ball for more than 2-3 passes.  This should be obvious, yet I NEVER SEE IT when I watch an MLS game.  I hope to see this transition in the MLS soon because the faster it happens, the quicker the USMNT begins to have a roster with a little depth.  While it is still a must for USMNT players to play in Europe for us to have any chance of competing, an improving domestic league can only strengthen our national team.

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45 Minutes in Cape Town

How do you define your team’s World Cup and your support for them? In my case, it was 45 minutes in Cape Town.

Let me paint you a picture. One you likely remember clearly, with simple thoughts. Most of them include swear words. Mine certainly did. After a promising draw against England where Altidore scuffed the post and sent my heart on a path it likely will never recover from, team USA looked to have steam behind them as they faced Slovenia. We were in Cape Town for the England-Algeria game, one that I will never forget thanks to the fact it was so boring a bird roosted on the goal for the entire second half undisturbed. Strike and I got decked out and we headed to the fan zone in Cape Town to find lots of our brethren ready to cheer on our boys. A pleasant surprise to say the least. A day full of anticipation and wonder was off to a marvelous start as we approached kick off with nice weather and lots of USSSSSSAAAAAAAA chants. Quickly that day turned into a nightmare. If the Brazil – USA Confederations Cup first half felt like I was walking in a dream, this was the utter and total opposite. I was stranded in a nightmare that I could not believe was real.

By halftime, I was near tears. Completely frustrated and helpless. It’s not often that you see everything you have dreamed of slipping away right in front of your eyes. I remember just getting down on my knees and praying. Desperately. That my team, the guys who had come inches from locking up the driver seat only days before were suddenly inches from boarding a flight home after a meaningless game against Algeria. Everything I believed in was being pushed to the brink. Could I deal with heartbreak in two consecutive summers? Where would I find Flamin Hot Cheetos and Entourage seasons one through three to console me like I had for two straight days after the US-Mexico game at Azteca? How would I get past this one? These thoughts were blazing through my head like heat searing my soul. I was clinging to a thread of hope, a desperate string that a team that looked utterly worthless in the first half could deliver a miracle on the world’s biggest stage. I had turned down Chamo’s offer to buy me a very large beer because I knew if the score stood I would quickly become irrational and alcohol would not help that cause in the least. And then 45 minutes began.

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The Darker Side of the Greatest Event on Earth

When you were a kid, did your parents ever have company? Mine did, and my mom was always so insistent on the house being spotless for them. I never understood it. Why is the goal when you bring other people around to make your house looks like no one lives there? So generally I would clean for about five minutes, wait until she walked out of the room to deal with something else, then shovel my mess under my bed. Efficient, effective, and over. I still don’t understand it to this day. In South Africa this summer I got a flashback of my own experience doing that. It was if South Africa decided they didn’t want the world to see their mess, so they shoveled it under their bed. Yet one of the moments that is most vivid in my mind still brings me back to the spot where I saw a glimpse of South Africa’s mess.

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Things That Suck 3 with Tom Henning Øvrebø and Koman Coulibaly

Hello, Koman Coulibaly and Tom Henning Øvrebø here and we want to bring you some things that suck. How qualified exactly are we to talk about things that suck? That is quite funny that you would even bother asking that. Honestly, do you know who we are? This is our God given talent! If not, spend a moment and Google us. Come back once you understand how qualified we are, we will see you in about two minutes!

1. The World Cup Final – Face it, it was awful. The match was poorly played, the Dutch were overly cynical, and even Koman could have reffed the match based on how Howard Webb decided to run it. Thank St. Collina that the match didn’t go into penalty kicks, or it would have easily been the worst final in World Cup history. To back up our English referee compatriot, it wasn’t entirely his fault, there was tons of pressure on him and the Dutch gave him a very difficult task given the obscene amount of hacking they were doing, which, when paired with the amount of rolling around by both squad, led one to believe that World War III had started and these were the first casualties. World Cup Final, you sucked, and you disappointed everyone.

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Another reason why the World Cup owns

Oh yes, that is Armin Van Buuren dropping Swedish House Mafia’s “One” to celebrate the Dutch performance in the World Cup, and that is Klass Jan Huntelaar dancing like an idiot out front. As expected, senior Robben is the life of the party. Get it Freaky Deaky Dutch, get it.

Also, seriously? Why can’t we have awesome parties like this for our team, we need to get on it. Sick US djs like BT, lots of hot girls and a party to welcome home our boys, this sounds like a dandy idea.

Statistics and Best-Of for CO’s Trip to South Africa

We were in South Africa for two weeks, plus had a good four days of flights to get to and from, so naturally there are some interesting statistics that go along with our trip. Some are very basic, some a bit funny, and some just plain stupid, but I hope you enjoy the list.

Hours Spent Flying to South Africa (average): 35 hours (including layovers)

Hours Spent Flying back from South Africa (average): 23 hours (including layovers)

Matches Attended: 5

Stadiums Visited: 3 (Green Point in Cape Town, Moses Mabhida in Durban, and the one in Pretoria)

Flights Taken Inside of South Africa: 9

Flights Paid for Inside of South Africa: 8

Planes Seemingly Constructed as a Steel Tube of Death: 1 (thanks British Airways/Comair)

Hours Spent Inside of Airports: 30

Nights Slept Inside of Airports: 1

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No Respect for Cheaters in the Beautiful Game

I don’t care if it is a calculated risk. A red card and a PK is simply not enough punishment for what Luis Suarez did in the Quarterfinal match between Ghana and Uruguay. If they do not review the situation and hand Suarez a further ban I will be disgusted. Cheating is no way to win a World Cup match. I had no respect for France coming into the Cup for the fashion in which they progressed, and now I cannot respect the Uruguayans. I simply hope the Netherlands crush them in the semifinals, and Suarez leaves crying. There is no place for cheating in the beautiful game, so you professional players, cut it out, it is ruining the sport.

Uruguay v. Ghana Running Commentary

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Days 11, 12, and 13

After three rough days of traveling, walking, watching and cheering, as well as being reduced to a two-man team after Striker left us, Biggy and I went into relaxation mode. Day 11 started by sleeping in, till about noon, given the blatant lack of sleep we had accumulated recently. We had decided the night before that we would explore the little town of Fish Hoek that Fifa had so elegantly placed us in. Our hotel was conveniently placed about a block away from the beach, so we strolled towards it in search of some seaward views. Unfortunately, the weather decided this was not the day for sights and the entire coast line was fogged in.

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The Three Day Extravaganza (Days 8, 9, and 10)

Nice field, best stadium, gorgeous.

WARNING: If you are in any way related to Biggy, Chamo, or Striker, you may not want to read this post, if you still insist on reading, try to skip the part JUST after the USA-Algeria game. Should you read it, know we are alive and well, in good spirits, and laughing about the situation now (kind of). That said, this post covers three intense days, in three different cities, where we witnessed three entirely different matches, therefore it will be a rather long read. We hope you enjoy (especially if you don’t have any emotional stake in our well being).

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