What a Sad Day for the US
June 27, 2010 2 Comments
The soccer buzz spread across Washington, D.C. yesterday. While the game’s rules weren’t always completely understood, fans were plugged in with nervous anticipation. The U.S. advance to the round of 16 had brought out more fans, and more vocal ones. What a sad day it was though.
Having monitored the US team since 1998 World Cup in France when we also lost 2 to 1 to my homeland country of Iran, I was very optimistic for them to advance this time around. The US team has certainly come a long way since then and they truly deserved to advance.
In Dupont Circle, “crowded” didn’t begin to define the Bars where all the TV screens were tuned to the U.S.-Ghana match.
What some may have missed in soccer savvy—there were bar-side discussions over whether a “hat trick” required three goals or four—was more than made up for with genuine, unchecked enthusiasm.
US counter attacks were greeted with cheers and claps with the ball in their own side of the field. Near-misses by the U.S. generated unanimous groans. Corner kicks were applauded before they were taken. Routine saves by star goalkeeper Tim Howard earned furious applause. Landon Donovan’s conversion of a penalty kick in minute 62 was ear-shattering, and followed by spontaneous (and obligatory) high-fives and chants of “USA!, USA!”.
The one thing the American defeat, after two extra periods against a disciplined and feisty Ghanaian side, didn’t seem to do was quell enthusiasm for America’s new-found prowess—and the national team’s prospects four years hence..
I saw a hot babe putting down her mimosa and burst into tears of happiness after Donovan scored the U.S.’s only goal, and her companion who said he suffered heart attacks each time the U.S. blew a shot.
By the end of the game, the serious soccer fans including myself were heartbroken.