http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/13719472.stm (http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/13719472.stm)
Five Mexico internationals have tested positive for the banned substance clenbuterol.
The players named are goalkeeper Guillermo Ochoa, defenders Francisco Rodriguez and Edgar Duenas and midfielders Antonio Naelson 'Sinha' and Christian Bermudez.
Mexico are currently taking part in Concacaf Gold Cup in the United States.
They beat El Salvador 5-0 in their opening match and face Cuba on Thursday in Charlotte, North Carolina.
More to follow.
They have also been suspended by the Mexican team. It is being suggested that they tested positive after eating Mexican meat. Please feel free to insert your own ladyboy jokes here.
Further link:
http://www.concacaf.com/page/GoldCup/NewsDetail/0,,12813~2374171,00.html (http://www.concacaf.com/page/GoldCup/NewsDetail/0,,12813~2374171,00.html)
The lads are unlucky, aren't they? First the tranny story....and now doping?
I'm not going to say anything and get myself in trouble! It is just wonderfull to see stuff that justifies what I said and then got a talking to about it. They are cheats and dirty players and there actions have proven that over the years! 094.gif
Quote from: Tom on June 10, 2011, 12:20:20 AM
I'm not going to say anything and get myself in trouble! It is just wonderfull to see stuff that justifies what I said and then got a talking to about it. 094.gif
They're a pain, those Mexicans, winning those gold cups...
You know. 5 cups. That's pretty good. Ok - better than 4 at least*.
:hook:
*ImperialWhite: professional WUM.
Quote from: ImperialWhite on June 10, 2011, 12:27:54 AM
Quote from: Tom on June 10, 2011, 12:20:20 AM
I'm not going to say anything and get myself in trouble! It is just wonderfull to see stuff that justifies what I said and then got a talking to about it. 094.gif
They're a pain, those Mexicans, winning those gold cups...
You know. 5 cups. That's pretty good. Ok - better than 4 at least*.
:hook:
*ImperialWhite: professional WUM.
It was so awesome for them to beat us for the Gold Cup 2 years ago with there A team playing our C team! Guess where our A team was? That's right in South Africa playing in the Confederations Cup!!!! We beat those cheats in the Gold Cups that matter and that will again happen this year! 082.gif
Quote from: Tom on June 10, 2011, 12:31:07 AM
Quote from: ImperialWhite on June 10, 2011, 12:27:54 AM
Quote from: Tom on June 10, 2011, 12:20:20 AM
I'm not going to say anything and get myself in trouble! It is just wonderfull to see stuff that justifies what I said and then got a talking to about it. 094.gif
They're a pain, those Mexicans, winning those gold cups...
You know. 5 cups. That's pretty good. Ok - better than 4 at least*.
:hook:
*ImperialWhite: professional WUM.
It was so awesome for them to beat us for the Gold Cup 2 years ago with there A team playing our C team! Guess where our A team was? That's right in South Africa playing in the Confederations Cup!!!! We beat those cheats in the Gold Cups that matter and that will again happen this year! 082.gif
It's set up for a USA - Mexico final I notice!
As a well known football podcaster in the UK would say: woof! I'd watch that. Hernandez v Dempsey - nice.
Quote from: ImperialWhite on June 10, 2011, 12:35:45 AM
Quote from: Tom on June 10, 2011, 12:31:07 AM
Quote from: ImperialWhite on June 10, 2011, 12:27:54 AM
Quote from: Tom on June 10, 2011, 12:20:20 AM
I'm not going to say anything and get myself in trouble! It is just wonderfull to see stuff that justifies what I said and then got a talking to about it. 094.gif
They're a pain, those Mexicans, winning those gold cups...
You know. 5 cups. That's pretty good. Ok - better than 4 at least*.
:hook:
*ImperialWhite: professional WUM.
It was so awesome for them to beat us for the Gold Cup 2 years ago with there A team playing our C team! Guess where our A team was? That's right in South Africa playing in the Confederations Cup!!!! We beat those cheats in the Gold Cups that matter and that will again happen this year! 082.gif
It's set up for a USA - Mexico final I notice!
As a well known football podcaster in the UK would say: woof! I'd watch that. Hernandez v Dempsey - nice.
Dempsey the better player no doubt! I just can't remember when mexico beat us in a meaningful game. I love owning them at there favorite and most popular and best sport!
[/quote] Dempsey the better player no doubt! I just can't remember when mexico beat us in a meaningful game. I love owning them at there favorite and most popular and best sport!
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They won the last meaningful game.
Quote from: mhatc on June 10, 2011, 01:58:33 AM
Dempsey the better player no doubt! I just can't remember when mexico beat us in a meaningful game. I love owning them at there favorite and most popular and best sport!
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They won the last meaningful game.
[/quote] When? Must have been in Mexico City cause they can't beat us in the States. And don't give me the Gold Cup 2 years when mexico was playing there A team and we were playing our C team.
Mexico? Salcido? 079.gif
How exciting. Siesta time for me 090.gif
Aren't you all glad we didn't sign ochoa? I am fondly remembering how everyone was clamoring for him just 5 months ago. Now he is caught up in this mess.
On another note I am really hoping for another US v Mexico final, just to prove that 2 yrs ago was rubbish and our Confed Cup runner up squad would have drubbed them
They are all cheating scum... end of.
But it sounds to me like a false positive.
Quote from: Tom on June 10, 2011, 02:01:09 AM
Quote from: mhatc on June 10, 2011, 01:58:33 AM
Dempsey the better player no doubt! I just can't remember when mexico beat us in a meaningful game. I love owning them at there favorite and most popular and best sport!
They won the last meaningful game.
[/quote] When? Must have been in Mexico City cause they can't beat us in the States. And don't give me the Gold Cup 2 years when mexico was playing there A team and we were playing our C team.
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No in a world cup qualifier which was the last meaningful game we played against them.
I must be the only american that doesn't start to foaming at the mouth whenever mexico is mentioned. Cut'em some slack, they live in our shadow and they, being a proud people, hate it. we regularly beat them at "their" game and it makes them a tad tetchy. Who can blame them it they get over excited..er...passionate. I lived in arizona and went allover mexico (no pun intended) and always had a great time and meet some really nice people. That being said there things that you don't do because you'll only make life hard on yourself. You don't go to mexico city, put on your usa shirt and take a long stroll to the azteca. You don't joke around with the ferderales, because they much like the polizi have nothing close to a sense of humour and carry large cans of whuppass they like opening on young, dumb, drunk americans. You don't cross the border and immediately start asking every man you see if you can "take out his girlfriend". And you never ever get drunk on tecate and tequila and go driving your jeep in the desert with three hippies from malibu and several ounces of peyote. Don't eat any of the street food because the meat in that little taco might be beef, or it might not. Wear long trousers if you want to be taken seriously by the locals, belive me you'll get treated nicer if you show a little cultural respect. So cover up those pasty legs and give the mexicans a break.
Quote from: CincyFulham1 on June 10, 2011, 03:11:58 PM
I must be the only american that doesn't start to foaming at the mouth whenever mexico is mentioned. Cut'em some slack, they live in our shadow and they, being a proud people, hate it. we regularly beat them at "their" game and it makes them a tad tetchy. Who can blame them it they get over excited..er...passionate. I lived in arizona and went allover mexico (no pun intended) and always had a great time and meet some really nice people. That being said there things that you don't do because you'll only make life hard on yourself. You don't go to mexico city, put on your usa shirt and take a long stroll to the azteca. You don't joke around with the ferderales, because they much like the polizi have nothing close to a sense of humour and carry large cans of whuppass they like opening on young, dumb, drunk americans. You don't cross the border and immediately start asking every man you see if you can "take out his girlfriend". And you never ever get drunk on tecate and tequila and go driving your jeep in the desert with three hippies from malibu and several ounces of peyote. Don't eat any of the street food because the meat in that little taco might be beef, or it might not. Wear long trousers if you want to be taken seriously by the locals, belive me you'll get treated nicer if you show a little cultural respect. So cover up those pasty legs and give the mexicans a break.
Well said, sir. When not living in foreign climes -- England, Greece, Germany, Vietnam, Mississippi, Maryland -- I've spent my life in states bordering with Mexico. The only thing I don't like about Mexico is El Tri.
Quote from: HatterDon on June 10, 2011, 03:40:46 PM
Quote from: CincyFulham1 on June 10, 2011, 03:11:58 PM
I must be the only american that doesn't start to foaming at the mouth whenever mexico is mentioned. Cut'em some slack, they live in our shadow and they, being a proud people, hate it. we regularly beat them at "their" game and it makes them a tad tetchy. Who can blame them it they get over excited..er...passionate. I lived in arizona and went allover mexico (no pun intended) and always had a great time and meet some really nice people. That being said there things that you don't do because you'll only make life hard on yourself. You don't go to mexico city, put on your usa shirt and take a long stroll to the azteca. You don't joke around with the ferderales, because they much like the polizi have nothing close to a sense of humour and carry large cans of whuppass they like opening on young, dumb, drunk americans. You don't cross the border and immediately start asking every man you see if you can "take out his girlfriend". And you never ever get drunk on tecate and tequila and go driving your jeep in the desert with three hippies from malibu and several ounces of peyote. Don't eat any of the street food because the meat in that little taco might be beef, or it might not. Wear long trousers if you want to be taken seriously by the locals, belive me you'll get treated nicer if you show a little cultural respect. So cover up those pasty legs and give the mexicans a break.
Well said, sir. When not living in foreign climes -- England, Greece, Germany, Vietnam, Mississippi, Maryland -- I've spent my life in states bordering with Mexico. The only thing I don't like about Mexico is El Tri.
I understand HD, I just never got that gut burning hate for them. I don't mind watching them when it isn't against the US. I hope the USA beats them 6-nil, but against other teams I'll watch, some of them do "try 099.gif " and you can't say they don't play with passion.
P.S. Don I need a new CD and I keep messing up the link or something. can you PM the bands link?
Cheers, pal!
if you'll check my profile and click on the link next to "website" you'll be right there.
Gracias
Quote from: CincyFulham1 on June 10, 2011, 03:11:58 PM
I must be the only american that doesn't start to foaming at the mouth whenever mexico is mentioned. Cut'em some slack, they live in our shadow and they, being a proud people, hate it. we regularly beat them at "their" game and it makes them a tad tetchy. Who can blame them it they get over excited..er...passionate. I lived in arizona and went allover mexico (no pun intended) and always had a great time and meet some really nice people. That being said there things that you don't do because you'll only make life hard on yourself. You don't go to mexico city, put on your usa shirt and take a long stroll to the azteca. You don't joke around with the ferderales, because they much like the polizi have nothing close to a sense of humour and carry large cans of whuppass they like opening on young, dumb, drunk americans. You don't cross the border and immediately start asking every man you see if you can "take out his girlfriend". And you never ever get drunk on tecate and tequila and go driving your jeep in the desert with three hippies from malibu and several ounces of peyote. Don't eat any of the street food because the meat in that little taco might be beef, or it might not. Wear long trousers if you want to be taken seriously by the locals, belive me you'll get treated nicer if you show a little cultural respect. So cover up those pasty legs and give the mexicans a break.
Would love to go to the Azteca in red and white... just need some kind of protection from the batter acid and the piss bags flying everywhere.
Quote from: clintclintdeuce on June 10, 2011, 11:05:55 PM
Quote from: CincyFulham1 on June 10, 2011, 03:11:58 PM
I must be the only american that doesn't start to foaming at the mouth whenever mexico is mentioned. Cut'em some slack, they live in our shadow and they, being a proud people, hate it. we regularly beat them at "their" game and it makes them a tad tetchy. Who can blame them it they get over excited..er...passionate. I lived in arizona and went allover mexico (no pun intended) and always had a great time and meet some really nice people. That being said there things that you don't do because you'll only make life hard on yourself. You don't go to mexico city, put on your usa shirt and take a long stroll to the azteca. You don't joke around with the ferderales, because they much like the polizi have nothing close to a sense of humour and carry large cans of whuppass they like opening on young, dumb, drunk americans. You don't cross the border and immediately start asking every man you see if you can "take out his girlfriend". And you never ever get drunk on tecate and tequila and go driving your jeep in the desert with three hippies from malibu and several ounces of peyote. Don't eat any of the street food because the meat in that little taco might be beef, or it might not. Wear long trousers if you want to be taken seriously by the locals, belive me you'll get treated nicer if you show a little cultural respect. So cover up those pasty legs and give the mexicans a break.
Would love to go to the Azteca in red and white... just need some kind of protection from the batter acid and the piss bags flying everywhere.
That's the truth!
Quote from: Tom on June 10, 2011, 11:50:06 PM
Quote from: clintclintdeuce on June 10, 2011, 11:05:55 PM
Quote from: CincyFulham1 on June 10, 2011, 03:11:58 PM
I must be the only american that doesn't start to foaming at the mouth whenever mexico is mentioned. Cut'em some slack, they live in our shadow and they, being a proud people, hate it. we regularly beat them at "their" game and it makes them a tad tetchy. Who can blame them it they get over excited..er...passionate. I lived in arizona and went allover mexico (no pun intended) and always had a great time and meet some really nice people. That being said there things that you don't do because you'll only make life hard on yourself. You don't go to mexico city, put on your usa shirt and take a long stroll to the azteca. You don't joke around with the ferderales, because they much like the polizi have nothing close to a sense of humour and carry large cans of whuppass they like opening on young, dumb, drunk americans. You don't cross the border and immediately start asking every man you see if you can "take out his girlfriend". And you never ever get drunk on tecate and tequila and go driving your jeep in the desert with three hippies from malibu and several ounces of peyote. Don't eat any of the street food because the meat in that little taco might be beef, or it might not. Wear long trousers if you want to be taken seriously by the locals, belive me you'll get treated nicer if you show a little cultural respect. So cover up those pasty legs and give the mexicans a break.
Would love to go to the Azteca in red and white... just need some kind of protection from the batter acid and the piss bags flying everywhere.
That's the truth!
IF we ever got some formal protection from our govt to go to this game, I would do it in a second.
I'm close to locking this thread. I think we have heard enough of SOME of your opinions of Mexicans. Tone it down or I'll will close it up.
Quote from: RidgeRider on June 11, 2011, 12:05:00 AM
I'm close to locking this thread. I think we have heard enough of SOME of your opinions of Mexicans. Tone it down or I'll will close it up.
batteries and bags full of whatever are proven facts.... and the govt doenst want us to go down there also a proven fact. I had close contact wit the state dept about how many people would be necessary to confirm tickets for them to provide protection for last time we went there.
Heres a firsthand account of one of the most respected journalist in the country.
http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=simmons/090817 (http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=simmons/090817)
Sporting emotions at the highest pitchTrip to Mexico for World Cup qualifier simply unforgettableEmail Print By Bill Simmons
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MEXICO CITY -- On the day of last week's World Cup qualifier between the United States and Mexico, a Mexico City newspaper polled citizens asking if they felt the country's national pride was at stake. Seventy-six percent said yes.
Think about that for a second. Americans are obsessed with sports. We currently sustain four major professional sports leagues, as well as NASCAR, the MLS, MILS, the WNBA, every conceivable NCAA sport, dozens of golf and tennis events, boxing and UFC cards, the WWE and even the Little League World Series. Can you remember a sporting event making us feel as if our national pride was at stake? Me neither.
Bill Simmons
Yes, that's barbed wire atop the fence that circles the field.
Take all the sports we care about here, mix that passion together, condense it into one mega-sport, and you'd have soccer in Mexico. Had the U.S. crushed Mexico's Cup chances in the legendary Estadio Azteca last week -- that's right, the U.S., the big bully to the north, a country that doesn't care about soccer even 1/100th as much as Mexico does -- it would have been a national tragedy. Maybe it's not amazing that 76 percent of the people felt as though their pride was at stake because the number wasn't higher.
II.
I flew down to see our suddenly promising U.S. national team tested by an antagonistic crowd. This wasn't a must-win by any stretch; more of a litmus test. Could the Americans keep momentum going after the team's astonishing performance in the Confederations Cup? Should we start getting legitimately excited about South Africa next summer? Beyond that, what the hell was happening to me? Why was I starting to get hooked by soccer -- a sport I have never totally liked and even actively hated at times? Was this an extremely early midlife crisis? And if so, why soccer of all things? Couldn't it have been a Porsche or an 18-year-old Starbucks barista? Wait, am I saying that out loud?
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The good news? My trip to Mexico quickly morphed into one of those "I'm going to remember everything that happened 40 years from now." I stood on the field at Azteca, grabbed a few strands of grass and put them in my wallet. I rode in SUVs with bulletproof windows and security guards. I asked a hotel concierge if there was a good place to get coffee, followed by him pointing me toward a Starbucks to our left, then saying, "Whatever you do, don't go right." I got trapped in one of Azteca's oppressively hot elevators and saw my life briefly flash before my eyes. I watched one of my bosses get nailed by a flying burrito after the game. I drank enough tequila to kill Salma Hayek. I got rocked by Montezuma's revenge on the way home, which was strange because I am absolutely positive I have never done anything to Montezuma.
None of those memories matched the game. The Americans were a sterling 0-22-1 in Mexico before Wednesday's match ... and with reason. The stands hug the field, shoot straight up and couldn't be more intimidating, especially in the corners, where fans shower opponents with beers, sodas and LTYDEWTKWTA (Liquids That You Don't Even Want To Know What They Are) on every corner kick. The lower section of the stadium is fenced, with a guarded, waterless moat (seriously, a moat!) with a second fence above it that prevents fans from racing onto the field. Atop the stadium, an uneven half-roof leads to eerie shadows and goofy lighting that seem to change by the minute.
Opponents never feel safe. Inside the bowels of the stadium, the players walk down a concrete tunnel that feels like it was built in 1362. Emerge from the tunnel, and Mexican fans are suddenly right there, wearing green jerseys, yelling obscenities and pounding the fence in front of them. The venom starts immediately -- booing and hissing, horn blowing, various "Meh-hee-CO! Meh-hee CO!" chants -- and never really stops. The Mexican fans had no problem drowning out "The Star-Spangled Banner" with jeers. They tossed drinks and debris at the U.S. bench for most of the second half ... which didn't matter because Azteca's opposing bench has an impenetrable plexiglass roof, but still. During a corner kick in extra time, they showered Landon Donovan with such a staggering amount of debris that he briefly staggered back toward the field in disbelief, shrugging his hands as if to say, "How could anyone act like this?"
Bill Simmons
The brave souls known as Sam's Army weren't exactly given the best seats in the stadium.
You can't even call it just a hostile environment; it's more primal than anything. I have only attended two other games in which the crowd's collective loathing was palpable -- Game 6 of the 1986 NBA Finals (Boston fans heaping hatred on Ralph Sampson, who had punched two Celtics in the previous game) and Game 5 of the 1987 Eastern finals (the same treatment for Bill Laimbeer, who had decked Larry Bird the previous game) -- and neither approached USA-Mexico. Michael Vick could crash a PETA rally and get a friendlier reception than the Americans did at Azteca.
On the worst days in Mexico City, opponents deal with high altitude, intense heat and oppressive smog that makes their lungs burn. (The famous Azteca story that sounds like an urban legend but is actually true: Eric Wynalda once coughed up black blood after a game there.) Mexico passed up a more lucrative prime-time telecast for a mid-afternoon start, hoping humidity, altitude and pollution would wear the Americans down. Nope. The weather settled in the mid-70s. There was a breeze. The skies were so clear you could glimpse the mountains. The U.S. team will never have better conditions for a game in Mexico City.
Normally with international soccer games (especially Cup qualifiers), a few sections are reserved for the opposing team's fans. Not in Azteca. The U.S. was allotted about 500 seats for Sam's Army (a traveling band of American fans); they were crammed in the upper deck in one corner with armed police officers flanking both aisles. Fans tossed drinks, batteries and rocks at them, then berated them in Spanish, which wasn't a surprise because this was "Throw Drinks, Batteries and Rocks at American Fans and Berate Them in Spanish" Day. According to one account by a photographer who attended the game, Sam's Army was advised to flee the premises immediately after the final whistle. You know, just to be safe.
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The fans went crazy after Mexico scored to tie the game.
Of course, I thought about sitting with Sam's Army before remembering, "Wait, I have two kids; that's an absolutely horrible idea!" I landed in a modified suite with a few ESPN bosses, a few more U.S. Soccer higher-ups and my buddy Hopper (the biggest soccer fan I know; I had to bring him). In adjoining suites, Mexican fans were eyeballing us the same way a drunk college football player would stare down someone hitting on his ex-girlfriend. Drinks would crash down on our roof like golf-ball-sized pieces of hail.
Did I love it? Of course! Why do you think I wanted to go in the first place? Have you ever gone on a trip where your wife said to you beforehand, "I think you should make a will"? Have you ever been told in explicit terms, "Do not leave your hotel and walk around at night?" Have you ever had someone tell you in all seriousness, "We don't want to sit in the stands, we would get hit by bags of urine"? Ever mention wanting to wear your team's jersey into another team's stadium and have someone answer without a trace of humor, "You should just wear a jersey that says 'KILL ME'"? This was like a cross between a Raiders game and the Pistons crowd at the tail end of the Artest melee, only if it had lasted three straight hours.
III.
Nobody thought the Americans could win for obvious reasons. (You know, like "0-22-1" and "they're better at soccer than us.") But nine minutes in, Donovan created some room for himself at midfield, gained a little speed, then found a streaking Charlie Davies with a gorgeous pass, and ... (wait a second, is this a breakaway?) ... (hold on, can he get a shot off here?) ... gooooooooooooooal!!!!!
(Hold on, I can't resist.)
GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have attended all kinds of sporting events: Never have I heard a crowd more stunned than the Mexican crowd after Davies' goal. All traces of sound vanished from the stadium. Like someone pointed a remote control at Azteca and pressed "mute." It was one of those sports moments when you wish they could have stopped the proceedings right there for 20 minutes, just so we could soak in what happened and dream about all the possibilities.
Estadio Azteca. United States 1, Mexico 0. (Pause.) Hold on, just a little bit longer. One more second. Just let me keep enjoying this.
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Plexiglass protection didn't prevent fans from tossing debris at the U.S. bench.
Even if Mexico's fans didn't rally right away, its players did. The Mexicans dominated the next 80-plus minutes, finding a flaw in our defense (left side, back middle of the field) and picking it apart much like a basketball offense would exploit an undersized defender in the low post. They claimed this specific piece of turf and made it their own. The Mexicans play a deliberate style, similar to how a football team controls time of possession with a bruising running game and short passes, but they do it with crisp passing and by exploiting mismatches. Their goal? To make the defense overreact. It's almost like war: attack one piece of turf to open up another.
Watch Mexico play, and you end up thinking, "Why doesn't everyone play that way? It looks so easy!" It comes down to a catalyst and a mindset; if you're missing both, you can't pull it off. In basketball, think of the teams that play beautifully together (like Duncan's Spurs or Nash's pre-Shaq Suns) versus stagnant offenses that stand around watching their best player go one-on-four (like LeBron's Cavs). You might win going one-on-four; you're just making it harder on yourself, that's all. Same goes for soccer ... and unfortunately, the Americans lapse into soccer's equivalent of the one-on-four offense too often. You know it's happening when they lose patience and forget about controlling the ball; you know it's happening when they repeatedly sail passes downfield with no rhyme or reason; and you definitely know it's happening when the defenders seem jumpy. The best soccer defenders clear out a play, then hold the ball for that extra second or two as they size up the field for a counterattack. In Mexico, the jumpy Americans handled these situations like they were dumping a hand grenade.
I gotta get rid of this thing! That guy's coming right at me! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
And so our "offense" became a series of three-second possessions in which we just kicked the ball downfield as far as possible. The Americans sorely needed someone like Blanco, the aging Mexican star who controlled the first 55 minutes Wednesday. Blanco might be 73 for all we know; he moves like the "South Park" guys are animating him. Didn't matter. He's magical. I am just starting to figure out soccer, but one of the first things I noticed is it's all about the subtleties. Not the goals as much as someone spotting a teammate 40 yards away, making a telepathic connection with him, starting a long kick for him just as his teammate starts streaking, then somehow landing the ball on his teammate's foot as though it were on a yo-yo. These moments set Blanco apart. The Mexican fans even bless them by screaming "Olé," which basically means, "Beautiful play, I love what you just did."
Thanks to Blanco and some shaky officiating (the Americans couldn't get a call for two hours), the Mexicans seized control and eventually scored on a hellacious 25-yard bomb from Israel Castro. The crowd regained its swagger. Liquids started flying. We headed into halftime with everyone in my group thinking, "I'd take a tie." Secretly, we knew how it would play out. Rattled by the crowd and the referees, the Americans played a tentative, sloppy second half that came back to haunt them at the 81-minute mark, when Donovan (battling the swine flu, although nobody knew it at the time) got badly beaten on a relatively simple streak down the field. His guy ended up creating the winning goal from Miguel Sabah. Game over.
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Miguel Sabah celebrates his goal that gave Mexico a 2-1 lead late in the game.
That's not what I will remember. I will remember the reaction afterward: Complete and utter delirium. Everyone just threw whatever drink they had as far as they could. It was like watching a new Pixar movie called "A Snowstorm of Drinks" crossed with a full-fledged prison riot. Then and only then did we realize exactly how much that game meant to the Mexicans. As Hopper said right after the final whistle (Mexico 2, USA 1), "I guess the upside is that we're going to live."
IV.
The good news for U.S. fans? Our boys hung for two hours in Mexico without disgracing themselves. The bad news? The defeat reinforced some basic problems with our soccer program. We have only a few world-class players (Donovan, Oguchi Onyewu, Clint Dempsey and goalie Tim Howard) and lack a franchise guy who could swing any game, even one being played in Estadio Azteca. For instance, I watched Sunday's Liverpool-Tottenham battle, and Steven Gerrard was so ridiculously, dominantly good in so many different ways -- some overt, some subtle -- that I couldn't get over it. He makes difficult plays seem effortless; you never forget he's on the field. America doesn't have anyone like that. Just like in basketball, you can't win championships in soccer without a LeBron/Kobe-type player.
Which brings us to a simple conundrum: America has the best athletes in the world, but only a handful of them play soccer. Had Gerrard grown up here, he would be playing third base or middle linebacker. It's just a fact. Of the current American stars, only Onyewu (the anchor of the defense) qualifies as something of a physical specimen. That's what makes forward Jozy Altidore so fascinating. Only 19 years old and built like someone created him in a "FIFA 2010" game, you watch Jozy and think, "Man, that guy could have played any sport he wanted." Have we ever had a guy like that before?
Jozy made his bones in the Confederations Cup, where he posted up a Spanish defender like Tim Duncan, hauled a long pass into his body, shielded the same defender, whirled around (and inadvertently flung the defender to the ground by sheer force), then whipped a bullet by Spain's goalkeeper for a game-altering goal. If you saw it, you remember it, a LeBron-like, uber-athletic moment for an American team normally habitated by realistically talented, ultimately forgettable athletes.
If he can make a splash in South Africa, what will that mean for the future of American soccer? For the first time, there's real hope. You can see it in the eyes of the people running USA Soccer; every time Jozy's name gets brought up, you see a twinkle, followed by the usual round of "I don't want to jinx it, and it's so early, and we don't want to put any pressure on him" qualifiers.
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Jozy Altidore, pictured here playing against Spain, is the rare American player gifted enough to play any sport.
That's the right way to play it. But if you don't think the next five years of Jozy's career could potentially swing the future of soccer, you're insane. Even when he entered last week's Mexico game with 20 minutes to play -- thanks to injury, he was too banged up to play the full 90 -- it felt like the axis of the contest shifted. America's broken-down, "let's kick the ball ahead 70 yards and hope for a miracle break" offense didn't seem so farfetched anymore. Jozy was noticeably bigger and stronger than everyone playing for Mexico's team. U.S. fans found themselves clinging to the same hope: "Maybe Jozy will make a play. Maybe."
Nothing happened, but the Americans finally have a player whom you can't take your eyes off when he's on the soccer field. Whether Jozy Altidore is ready for that responsibility remains to be seen. Whether there are more Jozys on the way remains to be seen. At least it's a discussion now. When the Americans play El Salvador next month in Salt Lake City, both Donovan and Altidore should be healthy. Maybe Mexico wasn't a must-win, but this game is. You can't give away Cup qualifiers on your own turf.
Whatever happens, the stars seem to be aligning for soccer in the United States. Subtle factors have made soccer a potential breakout sport for the next decade: high definition; few commercial breaks; games that almost always end within two hours; improved camera angles; increased exposure to international play; a generation of adults weaned on the 1994 World Cup; even the near-death of passing in basketball, which led people like me to gravitate toward soccer simply because I miss seeing telepathic connections between teammates and will take it any way I can get it. I don't think I'm alone.
Like with succeeding in the game itself, the big-picture situation in America requires patience. It's not about launching those 70-yard kicks downfield and hoping something happens -- aka the Beckham signing -- but building something from within and trusting the process. For the first time, it feels like American soccer might get there. Looking back, the most interesting thing about last week's game wasn't whether the U.S. won or lost, but that so many Americans were furious that they couldn't see the game. When was the last time THAT happened?
As for the Mexicans, they averted a national disaster and reignited their Cup chances. On the way back to our hotel, driving in our bulletproof car, we passed under a bridge on the highway and noticed one lone Mexican man happily swinging a flag back and forth. He had to have been 45 minutes from the stadium. There was nobody around him. He just kept swinging that flag with a joyous grin on his face. I remember thinking to myself, "Nobody in America will ever care about a sport that much." And we won't.
whatever your opinions or experiences are or whatever you can cull from the net it doesn't justify writing "They are all cheating scum... end of. "
Enough has been said.
