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7月23日 Back in the Bay StateSoccer Orb is officially on holiday.
The Guy & I thought that it would be fun to take The Girl back to the land of her birth, which is Massachusetts. We're doing Boston, Cambridge, Marblehead, and even Great Barrington, which is where we are right now.
We also thought that it would be fun for our little Bay-Statah to hear what sort of accent she would have had if we hadn't decided to move away when she was two years old.
Then it's down to Newport, and various points of interest in Connecticut. We will then personally deliver her to Grand Central Station, where she will meet up with some college friends for a weekend in the Big Apple. I am going to be really, really good and will surely not call her more than 9 or 10 times a day.
The Beautiful Game has, for the moment, taken a back seat to this road trip and a few other distractions.
We will return to Sweet Home Chicago a full 24 hours before the MLS All-Stars deliver a humiliating defeat to Mr. Jose Mourinho and his Chelsea Football Club. (I will go on record as saying that poor Frank Lampard, should he deign to take the pitch here in America, will never be the same player after the World Cup. Of course, if he does have another super year, I can always come back to this entry and erase it).
Until then, I'll satisfy my football fix via the miracle of wireless internet access. I can catch up on all the latest news and delightfully provocative commentary by visiting those fellow fanatics' sites that are listed on on this page.
That's assuming, of course, that The Girl will permit me to have more than 10 minutes a day on this laptop.
7月20日 Different perspectives on the way forwardIn his double life as both a professor of economics and as the head of the US Soccer Federation Sunil Gulati is used to different vantage points. He’s also experienced in weighing costs and benefits in a systematic way. So how might we in the US soccer community appeal to him? Maybe we can present our points about where to go from here by identifying the pros and cons of different paths along with the underlying forces we feel will drive the continuing development. It all sounds so logical, doesn’t it? I wish I could deliver more than just one amateur enthusiast’s viewpoint myself. That’s part of the beauty of a soccer blog carnival, though. There are independent voices out there, presented en masse, that can round out opinions and suggest good alternatives.
My own goal is to mention a few things to consider in choosing a new USMT coach in Part I and then to shift gears in Part II to talk about how to build on any fan interest that survived our poor WC performance to promote the game further.
Part I: Deciding on a new coach
Bruce Arena didn’t go out on a high note, but he certainly had his fair share of them over the years. The program is ready for a change, though. Players usually benefit by having a variety of coaching influences. While it’s important to have stability, and to give capable coaches a chance to prove that their systems can work given time, Arena’s 8 years have been more than enough to satisfy those criteria. So, the King is dead; long live the King. But is it to be King Juergen?
We hear Klinsmann’s name most. I like him, too, for all the reasons usually cited: he lives here, he rallied what had looked like a pretty mediocre German squad to an impressive third place finish, he’s enthusiastic, he was a great player not far removed from his glory days, and he could presumably teach American charges an effective European style of play with an emphasis on attack. There may be some negatives, though, too, that I have not heard making the rounds. For one, he’d be a bit like buying a hot stock right after its big run-up. Is there possibly too much enthusiasm for an admittedly successful guy, but one who had two important advantages going into the tournament – low expectations and a home crowd? I’m also curious to know, in general, how former standout players perform as coaches, especially outside their own countries. Granted, Franz Beckenbauer was a superstar player AND a World Cup-winning coach, but that was as manager of Germany. Maybe my historical knowledge is poor and there are other compelling examples, but it seems to me that the talent to amaze on the pitch is different from the ability to impart it. Klinsmann is not all that experienced as a coach, either, which may be a drawback in a country where technical skills are still lagging a little. The reasons he gave for quitting the post in Germany may be disconcerting, too. He wanted to spend more time with his family and to step away from the high pressure. This doesn’t necessarily mean that the US job is a bad fit. His family is already near and he presumably would feel less pressure here than in der Vaterland, but we may wonder if he’s motivated enough to make sacrifices on our behalf.
If Klinsmann is not our man, then who are some of the others that may be? I like several candidates I’ve heard mentioned. Peter Nowak has done a very creditable job at DC United and in my mind was as smart and as skillful a player as the MLS has ever seen.
Bob Bradley is another one with a strong MLS record – winningest coach of all-time, in fact. His former players speak very highly of his abilities not just as a teacher, but as a leader. He has done a good job turning the Chivas USA program around, too. Since he has worked under Bruce Arena on several occasions, some may feel he’s too similar in his approach, but as far as I can tell, he’s his own man with his own coaching persona.
If an international resume is what we want, there are few more impressive than Guus Hiddink’s. He has now taken three national teams to higher-than-expected heights. Holland, his native country, was an impressive semi-finalist in 1998. He then led South Korea to the semis in 2002. His most recent success in Australia is further proof that he gets results where few were foreseen. I’ve heard that he’s available, but I’ve also heard that he’s slated to go to Russia. If he truly is free to sign, I’d say he’s worth serious consideration.
Part II: Advancing fan support
By all accounts, enthusiasm for the game in the US is trending upward. Gulati has already contributed significantly to this growth and will no doubt do more. Grass roots initiatives, youth development, large-scale promotions, and viable business models are levers at his disposal and he will continue to use them well. My own less tangible comments and suggestions are meant more for those who are unofficial promoters of o jogo bonito, not Mr. Gulati. Throughout, I try to acknowledge the distinct sub-species of American soccer fans that exist today. (See our earlier post for a description of the different fan types we’ve found in the US.)
A big part of the future is in Sunil Gulati’s capable hands, but an even bigger part, it seems, belongs to us as we collectively shape US soccer culture. We’ll want to draw on best practices from elsewhere, but apply our own can-do attitude to put it all into practice.
South Africa, here we come.
[Submitted by Steve] 7月17日 Cave canemA long, long time ago, on the eve of the moment when Germany became the stage for a soul-tugging, month-long drama...
The Guy used this space to explain the rules of his World Cup office pool. His naturally generous spirit made him want to share the fun with as many readers as might happen upon this space. He had another motive, too. As a soccer crusader, The Guy knows that the gentle competition of an office pool is a good way to grab the attention of sports fans. He is happy to report that the pool was a success. There's a TV screen in the office that's normally tuned to financial news. I am told that it was frequently tuned to ESPN & ESPN2 during June & early July. His office-mates kept a conversation going about the tournament and, best of all, two colleagues showed up in lederhosen for one of Germany's big games!
If I'm a little late in writing about the winner, it's because I'm not quite sure what to say about him. To possess such talent in football prognostication at his age--he's, um, about seven--is remarkable. To some, the secret of his success might lie in the fact that he's lived most of his life in this soccer-mad household. And yet The Guy, The Girl, and I are mystified by his abilities. Most of the time he's asleep when we are watching Fox Soccer Channel. He does enjoy playing a style of soccer that suits his own physique, but we don't understand how that translated into such wisdom about the international game.
Oh, I should tell you his name. It's Monty. And Monty's victory in the office pool can be attributed to one absolutely brilliant pick: Ghana. He won the competition going away, with no one able to catch him even before the semi-finals were played. (The Guy and I tied for second place with three other people).
Some people mocked Monty for picking Ghana, but he had the last laugh (or he would have, were he able to laugh). Yet Monty's victory reveals a simple truth about the nature of competition: it's unpredictable. The soccer cognoscenti didn't view Ghana as a laughably weak opponent. But even though they regarded The Black Stars as a talented & potentially troublesome team, few thought that they would survive group play, especially at the expense of the Czech Republic. Anyone with a certain boldness of vision and lack of concern about the pundits' predictions--like Monty--might have chosen Ghana and enjoyed the sweet smell of success.
Make no mistake, smells are of particular interest to Monty.
Monty's prize was the sum of money generated by the entry fees for the pool. I am, however, proud to say that Monty is not a mercenary fellow. Oddly enough, given the econo-speak that is often heard within the walls of his home, he just doesn't get the concept of money. I've been distracted and have yet to obtain his promised prize--one of those delightfully crispy dried pig's ears that, to him, are the equivalent of an Old Trafford prawn sandwich.
I'd better get right on that. 7月13日 An invitation...Zathras at The Fool's Prerogative is asking for submissions to The Third Carnival of American Soccer Blogs. And the topic that he has chosen is no less than The Way Forward. So all of you (and I mean you, R.S.!), should do the following:
Since I'm a new blogger, I didn't know anything about blog carnivals until I stumbled on one hosted by Josh at Throughball.com just before the start of the World Cup. It's a nifty way to get everyone talking about a common subject (and this topic is particularly good because it will help us shake off thoughts of the last World Cup). The host --Zathras, in this case--will have links to everyone's articles on the day that the Carnival goes online.
Maybe by focusing on the way forward, we might be able to forget about Zidane and the coupe de boule.*
*Thanks to Josh at throughball.com for allowing me to add "coupe de boule" to my French vocabulary. You may have guessed that it means head-butt. As The Guy knows, I have a recurring dream in which I am mistaken for a parisienne. Surely I can convince someone that I really am French when I casually drop coupe de boule into a conversation the next time I'm in Paris. As in:
Excusez-moi, monsieur. Ne marchez pas avant de nous sur la ligne a Euro Disney, s'il vous plait! Mon mari aimera de vous donner un coupe de boule!!
(Excuse me sir! Don't walk in front of us in the line at Disney World, please! My husband will love to give you a head-butt).*
*Based on a real-life experience at Euro Disney, where people don't seem to follow the Anglo-American practice of queuing up nicely. They take cuts in line.
7月10日 Grazie, bella PodaspheriaMy fellow American soccer supporters, I bear tidings of great joy!
Like you, I have waited patiently for a sign from the heavens that deliverance from the second-to-last page of the sports section is nigh. I am not given to wild optimism, by the way. (Maybe just a little).
My mother, long indifferent to sport, asked me just now what I thought about "that Parisian who rammed into that Italian player!!!" (Of course, Zidane is from Marseilles, but we'll let that slide). I almost dropped my glass of water as the following thought raced through my mind:
My mother knows about Zinedine Zidane!!!
Come to think of it, I missed something last week. (Either I'm slipping, or I was too busy concentrating on the tournament to have noticed). When I mentioned that The Girl was greatly saddened by Germany's loss to Italy, my mother rendered a favorable opinion on the appearance of the Italian side. She has noticed that they have "really nice hair." (No matter that Cannavaro, del Piero & Totti don't have much hair these days). What matters is this:
Soccer has appeared on my mother's radar.
Podaspheria (Soccer's official Muse; please see earlier post) has sent other signs to the faithful:
I heard two fairly in-depth World Cup commentaries on NPR today, both heavily focused on the Zidane debacle.
The Chicago Tribune put the Azzurri on its front page, plus two articles in the sports section and a bit in its Metro section about the celebrations in an Italian neighborhood in the city.
The daily newspaper of the fair city where I live featured a front-page photo of fans at a local sports bar watching the final match. Now the Naperville Sun had no correspondents in Germany, but it consistently provided thorough coverage of the World Cup by using both syndicated articles and its own columnists. And there were several times during the past month when the Sun gave more inches to soccer than the Trib.
Here's my latest crackpot theory: the planets were properly aligned yesterday for a little soccer consciousness-raising in this country. First of all, Italy won. I don't know the percentage of Americans who can lay claim to Italian heritage, but it is no small number. So my guess is that the Italian victory plays pretty well on Main Street. Pizza is still the #1 food in America, isn't it?
And then there's Zizou. The sheer audacity of the head-butt means that it will be replayed on American TV screens, reprinted in newspapers, and of course, take up residence on the internet for a good, long time.
Zizou + Azzurri does not mean that Americans will soon be crashing the gates of their nearest MLS team. But it does give our sport some more publicity.
And we all know that there's no such thing as bad publicity.
Dazed & ConfusedI have not fully digested the final match in my month-long soccer binge. Will that stop me from clogging up the soccersphere with a few half-baked musings? Not a chance.
As I see it, Thierry Henry's improbable early injury set the tone for much of the action on the field. Didn't it appear that he had no idea who or where he was after that collision in the second minute? Henry's semi-conscious figure and Zidane's swift, inexplicable paroxysm made an extraordinary pair of bookends for a World Cup final. C'est bizarre, non?
In contrast, the Azzurri seemed to have a pretty good idea of what they were doing when they invoked their (in)famous lockdown defense early in the second half. Didn't it seem as if they were waiting for a penalty shootout even then? I give them full marks for exorcising past penalty demons and approaching the shootout with such confidence and authority.
A certain island nation and former empire would do well to follow the Azzurri's example and let the sun set on its own penalty demons.
A couple of weeks ago I used this space to bemoan the Italian tendency to exaggerate the effects of physical contact in order to obtain advantageous calls from the referee. (i.e., Diving = ugly football). Yet this was a team that responded to a firm hand from the ref who presided over its semi-final game with Germany. In yesterday's final I remember no egregious examples of diving, although it really wasn't necessary for a strapping fellow like Materazzi to crumble to the ground after Zidane head-butted him in the chest. He could have remained on his feet and Zizou would still have been sent off for his disastrous aggression.
What occurs to me just now is that the Italians won because they knew themselves--their strengths and weaknesses--much better than did the French team. Italy relied on a staunch defense and timely goals. In the final analysis, their tactics were wise. Diving was part of the game plan because it was something that had long worked for them. When the ref in the semi-final started motioning Totti off the ground, Italy realized that Plan B was necessary--impenetrable defense and opportune goals. And perhaps the scandals that are clouding the Serie A were somehow able to unite the Azzurri stars, many of whom will be forced to abandon the clubs that have been their homes for many years.
And the French? Much has been made of the team's age and the resulting low expectations for its performance in this World Cup. It was easy to get swept up in the excitement of the team's return to life once it was through to the knockout rounds. Yet I can't shake off the notion that, when it really mattered, Zizou simply wasn't hungry enough to lead the team to its second World Cup victory. That must surely explain why he took leave of his senses and caused such irreparable damage to France's hopes. It goes without saying that I believe he is an undeserving winner of the Golden Ball, an honor that should have been bestowed on Fabio Cannavaro.
Here's a thought: only forty days and forty nights until August 19 and the start of the 2006-2007 English Premier League season.
7月8日 Who will win? If statistics don't lie, it's ItalyMany, many factors come together to determine the outcome of a match. For something that can seem so random and capricious – whether the curled shot clangs off the post or goes just inside it, whether the whistle blows as the attacker goes down in the box or play continues – there are surprisingly many knowable variables that can help predict the game’s winner. In this analysis, we focus only on measurable determinants. Gut feelings, national character, and past glories are (rightly or wrongly) immaterial to this study because they cannot be quantified.
So what are the drivers we’ve identified to separate winners from losers? For one, home field advantage is a well-known factor. Host countries almost always do better than they would if they were playing half a hemisphere away. We find weaker evidence of a home continent advantage, as well. Goals scored and goals allowed in Group play are also significant variables helping to explain wins in the knock-out phase. How fresh a team is for the match can be important, too. This can be measured by two additional variables. One is the amount of rest the team has had since the previous game and the other is whether the previous game was decided during regulation play or, instead, went to overtime or penalties.
These are the factors we’ve identified so far. (Any help in positing others would be greatly appreciated.) Now the goal is to estimate the strength of each effect. What if the host nation is going against a team with better success so far at keeping the ball out of the back of their own net, but one that didn’t score quite as much and has also had two fewer days of rest? To which team would the balance tip?
The Winning Formula
The matches we analyzed in this study were from the knock-out stages of each World Cup from 1982 to 2002. This gave us 78 data points in total, with no potential distortions from draws or let-downs in Group play if a team had already won the Group. A regression analysis was then performed to estimate the numerical values to apply to each variable. The resulting formula is:
WinFactor can be calculated for each of the two teams in the match and the one with the higher total is the one more likely to win. The variables on the right-hand side of the equation are defined as follows:
Applying the Formula
When all the variables are determined and the multiplications performed, this formula has correctly called the winner in 68% of the games in the sample. It’s certainly not perfect, but no statistical model can be. It cannot hope to know about Spain’s unfortunate tendency to collapse in later rounds, or how returning stars can reverse trends, or how the soccer Gods feel about a particular side on a particular day. What it can do, though, is offer an objective and calculable forecast of match results.
For those interested in seeing how this year’s final shapes up, here is what plugging and chugging yields.
A slight edge to Italy, it seems. The calculator says one thing, but Zidane and company may disagree. I’d be disappointed if they didn’t.
[Submitted by Dr. Statto] 7月6日 You say to-may-to, I say to-mah-to...As some of you may have noticed, I use the terms football and soccer interchangeably.
If I were ever to refer to the sport played so wonderfully by, say, Joe Montana, I would call it American football. That way there would be no confusion, given the subject matter of this site.
There is not a smidgeon of pretense in anything that is written here. Well, maybe a smidgeon, but no more than that. I happen to like football as a name for the beautiful game, but I don't have any special attachment to the word. As it happened, a game that seems to have been an offshoot of rugby came to be called football here in America. If I were writing a proper essay or preparing a lecture on the origins of sport in America, then I would have looked up the history of those games and would proceed to bore you with that. But I'm not.
Anyway, I happen to like soccer as a name for our beloved sport just as well as football. It is my understanding--and I am far too lazy to look this up for verification--that this term was derived from the phrase association football, which was used here in the US to distinguish it from the rugby-variant.
Growing up in America, I learned that soccer was played with a round, black & white ball. I somehow learned that this game was very popular in Europe & Latin America and that there was something called the World Cup that was the source of immense agony & ecstasy in the World. Football was, well...football. It was played by very large men who spent most of the game running into each other. When I was in high school, the logic of American football was made clear to me via my father, who loooooves it more than anything in the universe. I became a fan.
Somehow I learned that people in the World used the word football to refer to soccer. "Isn't that quaint!" I exclaimed to myself. Or something to that effect. I was neither offended, annoyed, irritated, or filled with righteous indignation. I guess I knew that people in the World did not play American football. The thing that we called soccer did indeed forbid use of hands, so calling it football made a lot of sense.
I'm pretty sure that I never gave the soccer vs. football issue another thought for a good long time.
Then I had the great fortune to live in London for six months. I hadn't yet been converted, but it was impossible to live in England without absorbing something about the sport. Reading the London newspapers, both the real ones and the fun & trashy tabloids, was entertaining and educational. That's how I learned that some people in the World seemed to be well and truly bothered because Americans dared to call its (the World's, that is), national pastime soccer. They seemed to view it as yet another maddening example of the Americans' stubborn insistence on doing things their own bloody way.
And we've all known Americans who view the World as a bunch of pickpockets who've nicked the term football. "Doesn't the World understand," I imagine them asking, "that football is the name that we have reserved for the sport that is played in the Rose Bowl, Orange Bowl, Sugar Bowl, Super Bowl, and even the Poulan Weedeater Bowl?"
Shakespeare's words offer an apt and pithy take on our little dilemma. As Juliet said to Romeo:
On Sunday, soccer and football supporters from across the globe will watch France and Italy compete for the greatest prize in sport. Could the winners' joy be any greater if every one of those supporters referred to the beautiful game by the same word?
I didn't think so.
7月5日 How are we doing?Oh, the joys of casual empiricism.
It’s quite tempting to look at the football interest that’s percolating around my own circle and extrapolate it to the country at large. And the soccersphere! Who knew? I should have guessed that the cyberworld would be a utopia for soccer fans suffering from a US media-imposed inferiority complex. I really had no idea that there was so much fine & insightful soccer writing going on right here in the USA.
A clear-eyed look at some cold hard data is in order. Is there any concrete evidence regarding the fortunes of our beloved sport in America? According to a Wall Street Journal article of June 30, the “average number of US viewers” is up 93%. That number, my friends, does not include Univision. And better yet, this comparison is being made vis-à-vis the 1998 World Cup in France so there’s no distortion in the numbers because the Korean & Japanese viewing times were so unfriendly.
Equally gratifying was a June 13 piece, also in the WSJ, about the growing number of American employees trying to watch the World Cup during work hours. There were lots of other articles—28 in all—in the Journal for June 2006.
Something is there all right, but what? I suppose that we’ll have to wait for the final ratings before we can draw any conclusions about how representative we are (or not, more likely) of the population overall.
What inspired this entry was the pure pleasure to be had from observing The Girl and her cronies throughout this tournament. Her longtime soulmate, who I will refer to as The Persian Princess, has been a devoted follower of the events in Germany. Both she and The Girl were tearful after Germany went down to Italy. They managed to avoid any ill will with their other friends as they watched yesterday’s match, but just barely. I’ve written about one of those friends before—she supports the Italian side and is an ardent admirer of Luca Toni. Yet another friend hardly heard a word we were saying when he watched Brazil’s first game with us, as his eyes never wandered from the screen. How long ago that seems now!
Here’s a question: How do we get World Cup junkies to buy a ticket to a Major League Soccer game? Any thoughts?
P.S., How cool was it to hear Thierry Henry singing La Marseillaise—“marchons, marchons”—loud and clear before the Portugal game just now?
Even cooler: to witness Real Madrid teammates Zidane & Figo swap shirts after the match. Instant Karma's gonna get you....How sweet that it was Carvalho who tripped Henry in the box just now. I suppose that he's not quite been himself since his, um, privates were roughed up a bit by Wayne Rooney!
And Ricardo isn't quite the superstar savior of penalties when it comes to facing Monsieur Zinedine Zidane, now is he?
36th minute: France 1, Portugal 0
Bicycle Sighting in ChicagoNote to R.S.: I hope that you were watching the Fire-Wizards game tonight.
Since the World Cup began nearly a month ago, I've seen a handful of attempted bicycle kick goals and passes. But to see one of these nearly impossible maneuvers successfully executed, to see a live, in-the-flesh, bona fide bicycle kick goal, all I needed to do was attend the Chicago Fire-Kansas City Wizards game tonight at Toyota Park.
Chicago's Andy Herron was the hero, scoring the game's only goal shortly after the start of the second half. I can't even remember exactly how the ball came to him in the box, nor the precise way that he came to control it above his head as he fell with his back to the goal...It was regrettable that our seats were pretty far down toward the other end of the field, as it would have been even more amazing to have watched it happen right in front of us (our seats were in the 8th row) in the first half. But who's complaining?
I could have taken some great pictures tonight, had I not been such a softy about letting the The Girl slither out of her promise to loan me her camera for the game. You see, she was going off with some friends to picnic and watch fireworks and it was, after all, her brand-new birthday gift. So I went camera-less yet again and missed some great shots of the Barnburners' wild celebrations of the goal. They were in their customary block behind the east-end goal, drums pounding, vast flags waving, scarves twirling above their heads, in full voice for nearly the entire game. I could have photographed the Fire players as they walked across the pitch toward the Barnburners after the final whistle, acknowledging & applauding their most loyal supporters. C.J. Brown even made a special trip to greet some fans in the corner just a few rows down from us.
Seems like the Fire have settled in to their new home quite nicely, doesn't it?
About that other game today...
The outcome was a disappointment, but certainly not in a league with the US and England's departures from Germany. And of course, Germany will not depart from Germany. We'll see them again (mit Torsten Frings), on Saturday in the consolation game. It was an entertaining game, made more so by a referee who wasn't taken in by any, ahem, playacting. Full marks must be given to the Italians for maintaining a stingy defense and a resilient offense. Maybe the Azzurri deserve credit most of all for being undaunted by the sea of German supporters as well as their host's long unbeaten streak in Dortmund. Whatever. Fabio Grosso's goal was more than worthy to be the winner of a World Cup semifinal game--it was audacious and dazzling.
And the look of wild, astonished joy on Grosso's face after he scored was worthy of a World Cup semifinal too.
7月1日 Euro 2006?So sayeth The Guy: France out-Braziled Brazil.
We should all be thankful that we'll see Zizou step onto the field for at least one more time.
Condolences to Brazil and its wonderful fans...but...
Allez les bleus! |
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