It's like Game of
Thrones. [SPOILERS FOLLOW] Fred says, "I don't want to play anymore,"
and George says "Well, what the hell am I supposed to do with all these
thrones?", and Carol tells George "Relax. Fred loves thrones. He and
thrones are just going through a difficult time right now."
This
wasn't, and isn't, a shining moment for Messi, Argentina, fans, or
media. It's probably unfair to blame Messi for taking the attention
away from the Copa America final, or for Messi's millions of fans not to
react, or for the media to seize on an angle. But Chile's achievement
has been upstaged by a knee-jerk show business retirement. Messi is
retired like Great Britain has left the European Union. Sure, it's been
suggested, but while the moneyed elite have been taken aback by the
idea, they will certainly work hard to overturn it.
Until then,
salute the damn champions. By God, are we going to remember this Copa
as the Messi Retires For the First Time Tournament, or as it should
rightfully be remembered - as the tournament where Mexico gave up a
touchdown?
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Messi misses a penalty
kick, and his first thought is to give up his home nation. Brazil
pratfalls, and Dunga is dismissed posthaste. Meanwhile, Osorio and
Klinsmann march merrily on.
Knowing Mexico's history, the only
reason Osorio hasn't been fired is that the federation is probably
shocked they have an actual reason to fire a coach for a change, and are
waiting to see if it's a hoax. Where Osorio has been successful, he's
had an admirable little story to tell. Where he's failed, he's left a
radioactive crater. The Mexico gig is clearly going to be the latter.
What we're certainly not getting is anyone saying that Liga MX has held
El Tri back.
Meanwhile, we're told that our island doesn't have
the expertise or the social structure that will bring success, and we're
lucky Dr. Moreau has done as well as he has, considering all he's had
to work against.
Jason Whitlock and Colin Cowherd, crystallized
this line of thinkingon their new show, I Don't Care What It's
Called. Klinsmann is not to blame, but all of us, we are told once
again. Cowherd told us our coddled players are to blame, and Whitlock
rehashed the advice that we exploit the destitute for our entertainment
value.
In
other words, these two yutzes have been 86'd from every respectable
joint in the burg. If we start taking Whitlock and Cowherd at face
value, horse laughs from every other sports fan in the English-speaking
world will be the least of our problems.
Charitable-minded folk
might suggest that these particular swine may have, however
accidentally, snarfled up some pearls. Predictably, this is not the
case. Charles Boehm answered the two of them already, and linked to a partial (but convincing) debunkment of athletics as economic determinism Whitlock peddled.
One
might have thought that after years of uninterrupted increase in
popularity from at least 1998 to now, American soccer fans might have
outgrown their emo cutting phase, but one would be laughably wrong. The
two most respected voices among the Blame America First crowd are
German-speaking - Juergen Klinsmann and Leopold von Sacher-Masoch.
Even
the Washington Post, theoretical bastion of American soccer coverage,
allowed longtime reporter Simon Evans to expand on Cowherd and
Whitlock's campaign to pin Juergen Klinsmann's incompetence on anyone or anything not named Juergen Klinsmann.
Cowherd and Whitlock are bloviati who probably don't remember what they
said at the beginning of a sentence by the time the end rolls around.
Evans, and the Post, have pretenses to deeper thinking. What is shown
instead is the intellectual and moral bankruptcy of the Klinsmann
defense.
I mean, just look at this nonsense:
The
coach was criticized by a number of people in the soccer community for
those words, but the German, who played against some of the toughest
defenders in the world in Serie A during his time with Inter Milan, had a
point. The arguments, the pushing and shoving, the complaints against
referees and, yes, the standing on toes, are part of the game. Watch
Argentina against Chile in Sunday’s final and you will see not only
great technique, athleticism and skill, but also a strong dose of
gamesmanship, mind games and pressuring of officials.
There
was certainly nothing nasty about the American performance against
Argentina, a point noted by mainstream sports talk shows, making the
familiar argument that soccer in America remains a game for the suburbs,
for the relatively affluent, who don’t have the hunger and motivation
to go the extra mile.
Since great Italian defenders weren't
able to stop Klinsmann with brute force, it's alarming to think that his
tactics for stopping Messi were just as unimaginative. Klinsmann and
his defenders claim his stupid advice wasn't followed, but the game
showed otherwise. Messi's wonder goal was set up, after all, by a
Wondolowski professional foul and yellow card. And Brad Guzan didn't
step on toes because he was busy punching necks. If "get stuck in" was going to work against Messi, well, he wouldn't be Messi, would he?
The
end of that run-on sentence leads to the main line of gristle in this
analysis. Once again we're told that hungry players will beat satisfied
ones, and once again we're told to take "hungry" literally. As if
Lionel Messi wonders anymore where his next meal is coming from.
Clint
Dempsey, who grew up playing rough-and-tumble pickup games with kids of
Mexican and Salvadoran descent in Nacogdoches, Tex., is the outlier. In
in terms of his economic background he is more similar to many of the
players from South America that the Americans are up against in this
tournament. Dempsey’s story is commonplace in other American sports, but
rare in soccer.
But the problem is not simply that American youth soccer’s “pay-to-play” system fails to develop talent
Whitlock
also complimented Dempsey, or rather his backstory. Considering Clint
Dempsey is apparently the very favorite American player among
Klinsmann's defenders, it's a little surprising they don't seem to know
his actual path. Clint Dempsey's family endured hardship to enroll Clint in a pay-to-play academy.
Pay-to-play is indeed terrible, and Dempsey is indeed a cautionary
tale, but scrubbing the most compelling part of Dempsey's story to make a
contrast against pay-to-play is incomprehensible.
MLS
clubs do not face the struggle for survival that relegation creates in
other leagues. Nor does the league have a real transfer market, in which
players can be traded for profit, quickly raising their salaries, as
well as motivation to push themselves to a higher level, while clubs are
incentivized to develop talent quickly.
Here, again, is the
knee-jerk disrespect for the MLS player - American or otherwise.
Basketball also doesn't have these so-called structural advantages, but
somehow NBA talent manages to compete. It simply doesn't occur to
Evans, or apparently anyone else, that pressure to keep your spot in the
lineup, your spot on the field, your spot on the roster exists in every
American sport. This idea that players are such easily manipulated
marshmallows that the professional dream these men and women have
nurtured through hours of practice every single day for years into
decades can be curdled by how a league manages its standings is, well,
not tenable.
Let's go back to Dempsey really quick. To people
like Evans, Dempsey didn't exist until he went to England. But he not
only survived pay-to-play, he also made it through college soccer and
three years with New England. The idea that the player, rather than the
coach or the bureaucrat, should take credit for the player's success
seems completely alien to Klinsmann's defenders.
There's a reason
you don't hear this argument in reverse. If Mike Krzyzewski - um, okay,
let's pick a name easier to type - if Tom Izzo were to coach the
Spanish national basketball team, fail, and then blame that failure on
the Spanish league - They relegate teams! They don't have drafts! They
don't have college basketball to develop talent! - he'd be laughed out
of Europe. Because the Spanish league isn't the NBA, and isn't going to
be for the foreseeable. That's part of the job description. If Tom
Izzo doesn't like it, let him go crawling back to his adoring fans and
huge salary in America.
It isn't just Dempsey that is drafted from American ranks to support an argument against the national team he represents.
Past
American players have shown the qualities that seem to be missing in
the current crop. John Harkes went from New Jersey to scrap his way into
English soccer with Sheffield Wednesday. Brian McBride came out of
MLS’s Columbus Crew and became a tough Premier League striker with
Fulham.
QUIZ TIME!
How old was Brian McBride when he joined Fulham?
a) 17
b) 18
c)
Twenty-nine! He was twenty-nine years old! He played four years of
college soccer - and graduated! He had been in MLS for eight years! He
had been to two straight World Cups! He had scored in two straight
World Cups! You don't get to use Brian McBride as your poster boy
against MLS! For Christ's sake! Idiot!
d) 20
Send your answers on a postcard to the Washington Post.
This
wasn't even the most ridiculous part of the column, or the worst.
Evans didn't invent the poverty fetish any more than Whitlock or Cowherd
did. But he crystallizes this line of what one hesitates to call
thinking very well. Let's go back and finish one of the sentences up
there.
But the problem is not
simply that American youth soccer’s “pay-to-play” system fails to
develop talent from Hispanic, African American and low-income white
neighborhoods.
It's possible to express this thought in a
way that doesn't see poor neighborhoods as orchards of human flesh to be
harvested for entertainment. Better access to academies, pay-to-play
or otherwise, provides an avenue for college education.
I mean,
that's how pay-to-play became an industry. What, you thought these guys
were dangling dreams of playing for the Colorado Rapids as a career
path? This was always about the almighty scholarship.
But Evans,
Whitlock and Cowherd aren't talking about education. I mean, you have
all this young, hungry, talented, tough, muscular raw material just
waiting to be plucked, and you're going to waste it on college soccer, bleah! You can't build a national team on people with hope and prospects!
I
know, I know. Klinsmann's defenders would pout up a storm at being
called vampires exploiting the destitute. They didn't invent poverty,
after all. In fact, they are providing a way out of poverty. As a
matter of fact, they are providing a way out of poverty!
Provided you can kick a ball, of course. Otherwise, you can go pound a paper clip.
Every
time I read one of these suggestions that we colonize the poor,
disenfranchised and discriminated to bet their hopes on soccer for our
benefit, I hope we wake up one morning to find that African-American and
Latino fans have all embraced hockey. It would damn well serve us
right.
It would be refreshing if we were talking about outreach to
poor communities as fans, or better still managers and administrators.
It's the diversity on the sidelines and the staffs that will really
help sell the game. Because - I hate to be the Bad News Bear here - the
vast majority of youth coaches will never come close to training an
actual factual pro. What we need to teach is the love of the game. And
we need to have a game worthy of being loved.
But no. Instead, we're told that the best way to expand and grow the game is by turning Juergen Klinsmann into John Frum.
Oh,
one last thing. Whitlock, Cowherd and Evans have all staked their
expertise on the idea that Juergen Klinsmann is the best hope to reach
poor and discriminated communities. If we reject Juergen Klinsmann, we
reject Hispanic, African-American, and poor players.
CREDIT TO:http://www.bigsoccer.com/blog/2016/6/27/toj0v9cfct58jzjxnaza6xz5edrh9l
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