2015 Women’s World Cup — Win? Lose? The Draw!

On December 6, the drawing for the group stage of the 2015 Women’s World Cup (or as I like to call it, the World Cup) took place.  I’ll spare the suspense, although if you are reading this, you probably already know.  Here are the groups:

GROUP A: Canada, China, New Zealand, Netherlands
GROUP B: Germany, Ivory Coast, Norway, Thailand
GROUP C: Japan, Switzerland, Cameroon, Ecuador
GROUP D: United States, Australia, Sweden, Nigeria
GROUP E: Brazil, South Korea, Spain, Costa Rica
GROUP F: France, England, Colombia, Mexico

Two topics have dominated the conversation and no doubt will continue to do so.  The first is that SPECTRE and The Legion of Doom FIFA and the Canadian Soccer Association have decided to use artificial turf pitches, despite the fact that they would never allow that for the Men’s World Cup.  The players are trying to fight it, but time is running out.  If there is an increase in injuries during the World Cup, watch FIFA try to dodge this debacle too.  Is FIFA the most loathsome organization in the world or merely just one of a select few?

The other issue that you will hear about until you are sick of it is the lack of depth in the field.  FIFA expanded next year’s tournament from 16 teams to 24.  But there is a perceived danger that the depth of quality has been watered down, and we will go back to the days of 6-0, 7,-0, 10-0 scorelines.  (This is also a complaint about the expanded 2016 European Championship.)  Certainly everyone thought newby Equatorial Guinea would be the recipient of such drubbings during the last World Cup, but that turned out not to be the case.  The Equatoguineans’ performance was (admittedly aided by some dubious calls) quite respectable, better than Canada’s even.

Eight nations are making their World Cup debut: Netherlands, Ivory Coast, Thailand, Switzerland, Cameroon, Ecuador, Spain and Costa Rica.  Thailand has never qualified for a men’s or women’s World Cup before, so this is truly uncharted territory for them.  Most likely they would not have qualified at all had the AFC not been given an additional two slots this year and (more germane) had North Korea not been banned from qualification due to the doping scandal at the last World Cup.  The AFC is (unlike in the men’s game) a very strong division in the women’s game with Japan the reigning world champion, China a-once-dangerous-but-now-faded power, Australia and North Korea as perennial dark horses and South Korea as a potential future player.  It is hard to see where Thailand will fit into this scheme in the future.

Speaking of North Korea, this is the first competition in God knows how long in which neither Colombia nor North Korea will play the United States in the group stage.  In divine retribution, the US will play in Group D, unarguably the toughest group in 2015 World Cup.  The US, Sweden, Australia, and Nigeria.  The US is the strongest team in this group and should make it through to the next round, but it is not a given.  Australia, as I mentioned above, is a perennial dark horse, and probably the second best team in the AFC.  Nigeria has never missed a World Cup, is almost always the African champion, and gets better and better every tournament.  And then there is Sweden.  Last time around Sweden beat the US in the group stage, which to my recollection, is the first group stage loss the US ever suffered.  This year the US and Sweden have an even stronger link than mere revenge.  Pia Sundhage, the Singing Swede who coached the US to two Olympic golds and World Cup runners-up in 2011, is now coach of Sweden.  Sundhage knows all about the US.  The US players and staff know all about Sundhage.  And of course, it is a grudge match for the US, which no doubt is still angry about four years ago.

If there is a second difficult group in this tournament, it is Group F: France, England, Colombia, and Mexico.  What both Group D and Group F have in common is that all eight teams in those two groups have played in World Cups before.  (Contrast that to Group C which is Japan and three debutant nations.)

As a US fan, I am hoping that the 2015ers can finally bring the trophy back to the US, but of course the other two major forces of the women’s game, Germany and Japan, stand in the way.  Brazil is always a contender, but as Marta gets older and her magic wanes one wonders if Brazil is able to supplement her individual brilliance.  France and host Canada are also top seeds hoping to make that breakthrough that has thus far eluded them.  Norway will continue its sad, slow decline.  For my part, I am really interested in how Spain will do.  It their first World Cup and they are led by the magnificent Vero Boquete.

Because the World Cup is still over half a year away, I’m going to gather and save my thoughts for a future dates.  But the draw is out, and the excitement has already begun.

 

Great; Now I Have To Support The Galaxy

On May 26, 2013, Robbie Rogers made history when he came onto the field at the Home Depot Center in the 77th minute.  For the first time ever, an openly gay man played on a United States professional sports team.  Rogers’s new team, the Los Angeles Galaxy won 4-0 over the Seattle Sounders.  Granted, the Galaxy were already up 4-0 when Rogers came in (which he had hoped would happen), but history was made.  For years, many asked the question “Who will be the gay Jackie Robinson?”  Now we know.  It is Robbie Rogers.

Or so the narrative goes.  The truth, of course, is much more complicated than that.  Because the Jackie Robinson question is about a major professional sport, and in the United States (unlike most of the rest of the world), soccer is a cut below major.  The big American sports–football, basketball, and baseball (and occasionally hockey)–are what attracts massive, heterogeneous crowds both in the stadium and on television.  Soccer in the United States generally, and Major League Soccer in particular, is a game of and for the young, urban, professional, educated, largely white, middle class.  This is, not coincidentally, the group most likely to support LGBT rights and have gay friends and out family members.  This is not a criticism; I have long been ambivalent about the growth of soccer in the US, and I don’t necessarily believe that bigger is better.  I appreciate having a soccer league in which every club is like St. Pauli in Germany only with corporate ownership and without the German club’s lovable and endearing eccentricities (if a gay player in the European game ever comes out, St. Pauli would be a good place to be at).

The test for Rogers is not really MLS, although no doubt his first game was a terrifying moment for him.  His real first away game–without the protection of the currently supportive Galaxy fans–was no doubt another one.  (He was received well at his first away match, but given that it was in the Lamar Hunt US Open Cup, against a team from the NASL, and in front of a crowd made up of three teenagers, two drunks, five people who got lost, and a puppy, it doesn’t really count.  Hist first MLS away match was a disaster, but that was because it was a 5-0 loss, not because of homophobia.)

The real test for Rogers, if he can reach his potential, will be on the international stage, a far less enlightened arena.  Like any top player–especially one who, like Rogers, has already been capped–playing at the World Cup is the ultimate goal.  Right now the US is engaged in a very tough struggle for qualification for Brazil 2014.  Whether Rogers can eventually contend for a spot on the national team is an open question.  But even if he reaches the level where he can several questions remain.  Would Jurgen Klinsmann consider him?  Would Rogers’s notoriety work against him?  Rogers’s coming out was international news, which means he would be among the most prominent targets for abuse.  Can Rogers deal with hostile away crowds braying out maricón or whatever the Portuguese equivalent of faggot is (bicha)?

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Any serious fan of American soccer knew who Robbie Rogers was prior to this past February.  As of February 23, 2013 though, the entire world knew his name when he published a blog post that was both a very personal and intimate admission of his sexuality and also a resignation from soccer.

Coming out is a very intense process and it is extremely personal that every LGBT person must do in his or her own time.  Some of us were never able to hide and were always subjected to ridicule and persecution.  Usually this was because of some outward display that defied gender conformity–particularly effeminate mannerisms in boys.  But there are others of us who are not like that, who could hide behind a veneer of masculinity, “straightness” if you will, and who come out only when their own internal demons force them to instead of external factors.  Rogers falls into the latter camp.  It is hard to imagine him being picked on in school and taunted as a queer.  In fact, it is hard to imagine him being anything during his life except extremely popular.  He is a professional athlete.  He is also so beautiful that it hurts.  If ever there was a golden boy, it is Robbie Rogers.

Yet at 25, Rogers quit the sport that was his life, and as he admitted, he quit because of his internal demons.  And in the end, the coming out process of the golden boy, was just as shattering as that of any purple-haired, swishy outcast teenager.  Rogers’s blog post was extremely personal and heartfelt.  It was also something that drama queen would have died to write.  In all honesty, it was so over-the-top, that I thought out this:

(Don’t worry, Robbie; I’ve never been to me either.)

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not making fun of Rogers.  My own coming out involved much crying and near-vomiting.  Given that I am not in any way famous, I cannot imagine how hard it was for him.  But Rogers again was lucky, he underestimated the outpouring of love and support he received from family, friends, teammates, fans, and the gay community which is always eager to welcome an out athlete–even if said athlete is no longer competing.  And then almost immediately after Rogers came out, Jason Collins did too, and received an even greater hero’s welcome (largely because he did not quit his sport, although as he does not yet have a team, it is still unknown whether or not he will play next season.)  By being involved in one of the real big sports, Collins may have even taken some of the spotlight off Rogers.

Because Rogers were not American or if he played a sport other than soccer, perhaps he really would have had to retired.  But American soccer fans and MLS wanted him back.  Therefore, Rogers, a native southern California boy, began training with the actual Hollywood F.C., the L.A. Galaxy.  His return was rather sudden.  Rogers himself said that he decided to return to the sport after speaking to a group of LGBT teenagers and realizing that they were the ones who were making a difference because they, unlike him, were putting themselves out on the front line (an absolutely true statement).  Rogers’s interviews have gone from confessional to almost cocky, which makes me wonder how much of a publicist’s influence is behind the more recent interviews.  Meanwhile, the Galaxy traded one of their better players, their top scorer, to Chicago to get Rogers’s rights.

In a sense, the Galaxy is the perfect team for Rogers, and not just because of the SoCal connection.  The Galaxy sees itself, as the glamor team of American soccer, which is why David Beckham, Robbie Keane, and Landon Donovan have all played there.  The Galaxy aspires to succeed the New York Cosmos in being the lone American team to dazzle even the Europeans (Pele’s presence helped with that).  The Galaxy is not there, but it believes it is.  Moreover, the Galaxy wants everyone else to believe that it has succeeded the Cosmos.  This undeservedly bloated ego, and MLS’s simultaneous enabling of Galactico delusions, is why I loathe the Galaxy.  Yet by collecting sport’s first gay player,* the Galaxy trumped everyone.  Robbie Rogers created a unique brand for himself, and the Galaxy loves branding.

For its part, the media has gone into overdrive with Rogers’s return, sometimes with puzzling condescension.  My absolutely favorite moment was this headline from ESPN’s soccer website.

Rogers, openly gay...

The highlighted text reads “Rogers, openly gay, makes debut for Galaxy.”  I’ll leave it for you to figure out why that headline leaves me less than pleased.

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Now that Rogers has started playing again, I wonder how he will cope with life off the pitch.  By being an openly gay athlete, Rogers is in a unique position to use his voice for LGBT issues.  So far as I know, the only gay athlete to really use that bully pulpit has been Martina Navratilova.  I do hope that he gets involved; prior to his unretirement he claimed he was going to, but now he has a ready-made excuse not to–he has to concentrate on his play.

I also wonder about whether Rogers has ever had sex with a man, and this curiosity does not (just) stem from prurient interest.  Rogers freely admitted in a New York Times article to having slept with women.  But no one would bat an eye at an athlete sleeping with a beautiful woman (or many).  Hell, the more women, the studlier the athlete.  Living in Los Angeles, Rogers has access to a community famous for its attractive men, and he will no doubt attract those men.**  What happens should he take advantage of that?  When gay men are seen as anodyne, all is okay (see Will & Grace).  But gay male sexuality is highly suspect and even threatening.  Only heterosexuals have relationships; homosexuals just have sex–or so we are told over and over again.  Would Rogers get that same admiration for sleeping around with men, especially as he must be relatively new to it?  Or maybe he’s a one-man guy.  Would his relationship be celebrated the way a straight athlete’s relationship is?  I have no idea.

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Robbie Rogers may not want to be “the gay athlete,” but the truth is that’s what he is.  I hope he realizes how important he is for that.  He’s already a hero without even having played a full 90 minute match.  I’d wear his jersey with pride if it weren’t too damn expensive.

And I’ll even hold my nose and support the Galaxy, so long as he plays there.

Footnotes:

*  Actually, he is the first openly gay male player on a professional team sport in the United States.  A little context is in order, particularly when the media gets into a frenzy and branding is involved.  Martina Navratilova was, in this regard, the real pioneer, coming out as a lesbian by choice.  And she did it at the beginning of the AIDS crisis, when LGBT people were especially loathed and gay men were dying in horrifyingly large numbers.  Second, he is not the only active openly gay player.  There are players like Megan Rapinoe in women’s soccer and Britney Griner in women’s basketball.  Rogers is also not the first male player to come out while competing.  Saint Gareth is probably the most famous example, but there have been some others in minor sports like hurling, cricket, and rugby league.  There is also Orlando Cruz, the boxer.  And then there is the case of Michael dos Santos, the Brazilian volleyball player about whom I have written before.  Rogers is not even the only gay male soccer player to come out in recent years.  Obviously there was the late and tragic case of Justin Fashanu, but even in recent years there was David Testo (whose career effectively ended before he came out to the public at large, although he was out to his team) and Anton Hysén (who plays in a lower division in Sweden and who won that country’s version of Dancing with the Stars).

**  Athletes, especially a gay athlete, are a prime fantasy for erotic desire, for men and women, gay, straight, bisexual, or whatever.  While I knew I was gay at a very young age, the earliest sexual yearnings that I can remember were triggered while watching the Swedish tennis champion Stefan Edberg play in the early 1990’s.

FIFA Oscars 2013: ¡Messi! ¡Messi! ¡Messi! ¡Messi!

Ah the annual pageant of the Ballon d’Or.  Every year the spectacle becomes ever more bloated, which means that every year I appreciate it all the more as a camp spectacle, or more accurately, only as a camp spectacle.  Like the real Oscars, the FIFA Oscars are less about the awards themselves and more about big names vying for media attention.  It’s so tacky, that one can only laugh at it.  Which is why Lionel Messi’s polka dot tuxedo (he apparently gets his fashion tips from El Diego) may represent the epitome of the ridiculousness that is the Ballon d’Or.

As with any year, there are a whole bunch of little awards that FIFA wants me to care about, but I don’t.  I feel like FIFA keeps adding awards just to stay relevant–if you can consider giving an award to Franz Beckenbauer, a man who has not kicked a ball competitively in decades, relevance.  And of course there is the annual Puskas award for best goal, which never seems to go to the most interesting goal, but rather to a long ball volley from a player who either plays in or for Turkey.  If you want to know about those other awards, the Guardian has a nice live blog.  Otherwise you are on your own.

Women’s Player of the Year

Every year I wonder whether people who vote for these awards actually watch women’s football.  This year is no exception.  Given that the US team won the Olympics, the only important international competition in 2012, it is no surprise that two US players–Abby Wambach and Alex Morgan–were nominated.  What is something of a shock (if you follow women’s football, that is) is that the third player in the final three was Brazil’s Marta.  I am a big fan of Marta, as I have made clear numerous times on this blog.  I have called her possibly the greatest individual player the women’s game has ever seen (or second behind Michelle Akers), but this year was not a particularly good year for Marta.  Last year when she was also somewhat surprisingly a top three finalist, at least it made sense because of her good club season and because she played well at the World Cup was stellar (if her team did not).  But this year?  By Marta’s standards it was pretty mediocre.  Nevertheless, Marta is a name and a known international commodity while the person who should have been in the top three in her stead, Canada’s Christine Sinclair, is not.  (One might also suggest that FIFA look beyond the international game into the club game where Lyon won a second Champions League in a row, but that may be asking too much.)

I have no complaints about Abby Wambach winning.  She is certainly deserving.  Over the past two years, the US got to the finals of the World Cup and the Olympics almost sheerly by Wambach’s will alone.  But for Homare Sawa’s incredible World Cup performance last year, Wambach probably would have deserved last year’s award too.  Alex Morgan arguably had the more spectacular year, but Wambach is very close to breaking Mia Hamm’s international goal record, one that I thought would stand forever.  Therefore, there is a certain symmetry to Wambach being the first American winner since Hamm.  Alex Morgan will probably win next year because FIFA will not pay attention to women’s football until the 2015 World Cup, and Morgan is the new star.

Women’s Coach of the Year

Unlike Wambach’s win, which was not easy to predict, there was no doubt that Pia Sundhage would win the women’s coach of the year.  And being Pia Sundhage, she sung when accepting the award.  Like with the player of the year, there were two candidates who deserved to be there, Sundhage and Japan’s Norio Sasake, and one candidate who was a complete head scratcher, France’s Bruno Bini.  FIFA’s website says that he was nominated because:

Semi-finalists at the FIFA Women’s World Cup 2011™, Les Bleues continued their excellent run of form at the Olympic Football Tournament by again finishing fourth, a few months after their success at the Cyprus Cup. The credit for this new consistency in reaching the semi-finals of major competitions must go to Bruno Bini, who has been coach of the French women’s national team since February 2007.
Notably, France won neither semifinal.  Moreover, I would argue that the teams achieved those two fourth place finishes despite Bini not because of him.  If anything, France is largely made up of players from Lyon, and I would think that Bini’s spot should have gone to Lyon’s manager (according to Wikipedia, it is Patrice Lair, who placed fourth in the voting).  But that would mean paying attention to women’s club football.  Notably, the person who placed 5th in the voting was Germany’s Silvia Neid, whose team did not even qualify for the Olympics.  Le sigh.
Another person sadly overlooked was John Herdman (6th).  This was a man who took a shattered Big Red from last place at the World Cup to third at the Olympics–almost to the final round, barely losing the sport’s best ever match. Probably Herdman’s and Sinclair’s omissions had less to do with merit and more to do with the way they bitterly (and not completely unfairly) complained about the refereeing after their semifinal loss to the US.  Probably the fact that Canada is Jan Brady to the US’s Marsha had something to do with it too.
Men’s Coach of the Year
Vicente del Bosque won the award he should have gotten two years ago for the World Cup.  This year it was for the Euro, the first time a nation won two in a row, and the first time any nation ever won three major tournaments in a row.  Really though the award was for the 4-0 annihilation of Italy, as before that magical match Spain’s performance was yeoman-like at best.  No matter how you slice it, he accomplished something bigger than any other coach, certainly a bigger accomplishment than that of the two runners-up, Pep Guardiola and Jose Mourinho.  Why those two men were nominated given that neither the Champions League?  I have no idea.  Mourinho didn’t even show up to the ceremony because he knew he wasn’t going to win.  For anyone else, I could respect that decision, but the Surly One such a bad sport at everything he does, that it is hard not to call him a sore loser in this case too.  Here is the truth about Mourinho–he is incredibly insecure because he knows his wins had less to do with his coaching abilities and more to do with major financial backing of rich clubs and some very lucky breaks.  Now he is self-destructing at Real Madrid as I predicted he would.  Madrid is too big a club with too proud a tradition of winning and too many big names to put up with his insecurity-driven ego.
FIFA XI
If I were a suspicious person, I would think that FIFA was sending a message to everyone, the English especially: “Be like Spain.”  Not only were all three coach finalists and all three Ballon d’Or finalists either Spanish or plying their trade in La Liga (or both), all 11 players of the World XI play for either Real Madrid (Iker Casillas, Sergio Ramos, Marcelo, Xabi Alonso, Cristiano Ronaldo), Barcelona, (Messi, Xavi, Andres Iniesta, Gerard Pique, Dani Alves), or Atletico Madrid (Radamel Falcao).  Whether or not those are the most deserving 11 is some matter of debate (but the answer is “no”), but FIFA has firmly jumped on the Spain bandwagon is not getting off yet.
Ballon d’Or
Five months ago, I was unsure who would win this award.  It was pretty clear that it would be either Messi (best player in the world, possibly ever, who smashed all sorts of scoring records this year), Cristiano Ronaldo (second best in the world, won La Liga), or Iniesta (hero of the Euro).  In fact, I leaned toward Iniesta, who really deserves major recognition.  As of December 2012, I knew it would be Messi.  And all because of a sort-of meaningless statistic–91 goals in a calendar year.
To be fair, Messi was probably going to win all along.  No asks who is the “next Maradona” anymore because of Messi, sub-par World Cup be damned.  The real question is about where his place in history is (the summit) rather than where he is in the hierarchy of today’s players.  Sometimes I like to imagine that Cristiano Ronaldo goes home at night and screams his own name in front of a mirror with a picture Messi taped to it.  He so desperately wants to be the best, and that will forever be a frustrated ambition despite the best efforts of Marca, AS, and certain British tabloid jingoists who cannot fathom that this generation’s great player will never have played in the Premier League.
And yet Messi’s win, while not as baffling as that of two years ago, is still somewhat confusing because it raises a fundamental question about the Ballon d’Or.  What exactly are the criteria for the winner?  Is it for the most accomplished player of the season or the best player in the world.  If the latter, then Messi should win it for the next five years or so.  If the former, then certainly Iniesta would have a better claim to it, since international play trumps club play according to FIFA.  Yet Messi won the votes of a majority of the first place votes of captains, coaches, and journalists–the three groups that vote for the Ballon d’Or.  It was his record-breaking fourth title, which means that Messi has now won more titles than the following players:  Di Stefano, Ronaldo (both), Platini, Zidane, Cruyff, and Beckenbauer (Pele and Maradona were ineligible).  Certainly there is a very solid argument that he is a better player than all of them, but it makes the next few years kind of predictable, especially if Barcelona does to Europe what it is doing to La Liga this year.
And this is why the Ballon d’Or is such a ridiculous spectacle.  I hope that next year Messi take his sartorial sensibilities to its logical conclusion and goes for full-out clown outfit complete with make-up, red horn nose, and oversize shoes.  I cannot imagine a better mascot for the FIFA Oscars.

Good Bye Pia

Yesterday was Pia Sundhage’s last day as the manager of the United States Women’s National Team.   The USWNT sent her out in style with a 6-2 win over Australia.  There are many reasons to laud her tenure as coach, but this is what I believe to be the most important: a capacity crowd came to watch and to send Pia Sundhage off with gratitude, admiration, and love.

Thank you Pia, for giving us our team back.  We will miss you.

Assessing Pia Sundhage

Pia Sundhage, the coach of the US Women’s National Team, announced today that she is stepping down.  Then it was announced that she would take over as head coach of Sweden’s Women’s National Team where she was once a star player.  This is not exactly a surprise; it has long been known that Sundhage wanted to return to her native Sweden to coach.  That she waited until the end of her contract–that she was successful enough to be able to wait until the end of her contract–makes her departure nice and neat.  Sundhage was able to leave on her own terms, and as a winner with an 89-6-10 record, a World Cup silver medal, and two Olympics gold medals.  The US is firmly fixed atop the FIFA world rankings, and no one argues that this is a suspect position.  Sundhage has done a terrific job, and to my mind her success is at least equal to that of Anson Dorrance or Tony DiCicco, despite not having won the World Cup.  What must be recognized about Sundhage’s tenure is that the US was the most successful team of the last five years even though the world has caught up and in some respects surpassed the US.  We are a long way from the days in which only Norway could rival the US.

Coaching of the USWNT may not be not as stressful as coaching of the Brazil men’s team (with its 200 million critics), but the USWNT job comes with equally high expectations.  A victim of its own success, a USWNT that posts any result less than total victory is considered a failure; each team lives in the shadow of 1999.  And the coach is always the first to get blamed. Despite her success, Sundhage has not had the smoothest of tenures, and no doubt there were times that US Soccer was close to giving her the axe.  Had she not previously coached the USWNT to gold at the 2008 Olympics (beating Brazil), it is quite possible that she might have lost her job in 2010.  The US lost the Gold Cup that year for the first time (a shocking semifinal defeat to Mexico), and barely qualified for the World Cup as a result.

Sundhage’s tactical and personnel decisions were often called into question, really until after her team won its second consecutive Olympic gold.  In fairness, there is a truth to this second guessing.  While the rest of the world was inspired by the technical superiority of Spain and Barcelona, the US stubbornly clung to the same power game that it played two decades ago.  The US players do not lack technical ability or creativity (think Megan Rapinoe or Alex Morgan), but Sundhage, who was practically wedded to a 4-4-2 formation, clearly felt more akin to the English kick-and-run, bully style than the more aesthetically pleasing Spanish one.

Sundhage’s team selections were often times equally frustrating.  New talent was hard to break in; Sundhage stood by the same players throughout her tenure.  Now the old guard–Abby Wambach, Shannon Boxx, Christie Rampone–are on the verge of retirement and whoever comes next has a lot to do.  We all have our favorites who were left out (Yael Averbuch is mine), and angry fans called for Sundhage’s head when certain players started.  Amy Rodriguez came in for particularly rough (and often unfair) criticism.

On the other hand, no one can fault the way Sundhage (wo)man-managed her players.  She was famously mellow and every more famously sung and played guitar.  Sundhage got the best out of players, sometimes by leaving them out of the starting lineup.  During the World Cup both Megan Rapinoe and Alex Morgan began as substitutes, and after amazing performances, both assured their starting places in the Olympics.  After the World Cup, Carli Lloyd lost her starting place (an injury to Boxx brought her back to the starting XI in the Olympics), and Lloyd scored both goals in the gold medal victory over Japan.   And most importantly, when Mount St. Solo inevitably erupted, Sundhage managed to keep the team intact.

There are two types of legacies, one is the deeds performed during one’s tenure, and the other, far rarer, is what has been set up for the future.  Very few coaches are future thinkers, especially at the international level–Rinus Michels certainly, Luis Aragones arguably, Pia Sundhage not at all.  Sundhage’s successor will need to majorly restructure the team lest the 2012 gold medal be the last hurrah.  The US is the last vestige of an Ancien Régime that has been otherwise supplanted.  Despite the fact that players like Morgan, Rapinoe, Lauren Cheney, Tobin Heath, and Sydney Leroux have all become fixtures during Sundhage’s watch, one would hardly call her a visionary.

But for deeds performed, Sundhage’s wild success is undeniable.  Beyond her tournament victories though, Sundhage greatest legacy may be the one that she doesn’t get nearly enough credit for.  From 1999 until 2008, the USWNT program had been regressing, hit by one loss after another: (1) the retirement of Michelle Akers; (2) the loss of the Olympic gold in 2000; (3) 3rd place at the 2003 World Cup; (4) the end of the WUSA; (5) the retirement of Mia Hamm and the core of the 1999 team; (6) the controversial tenure of April Heinrichs; and finally (7) the humiliation to Brazil in the 2007 World Cup.  The only bright spot was the 2004 Olympic, and even then the US was lucky to have won.  Sundhage took a team on a nearly decade-long decline back to the top of the world.

Thank you, Pia Sundhage, and good luck to you and Sweden at next year’s Euro.

An Open Letter To NBC

Dear NBC,

At this very moment, I am sitting here watching your coverage of men’s diving.  As a homosexual, I love men’s diving because (1) it features beautiful men in very revealing outfits; and (2) one of those beautiful men is Australia’s Matthew Mitcham.

As you are well aware, Matthew is an icon and a hero among gay men because he is an openly gay athlete, and as an openly gay athlete he won a gold medal four years ago in Beijing.  Four years ago, you refused to acknowledge that Matthew was gay and bent over backwards to avoid mentioning anyone in his personal life beyond his (lovely, adorable, wonderful) mother.  Primarily, the person you ignored was Matthew’s partner Lachland Fletcher.  Mentioning Lachland was important, not just because he was Matthew’s partner, but because Matthew could not afford to bring Lachland to Beijing.  Lachland was only able to attend because Matthew got a grant from Johnson & Johnson’s Athlete Family Support Program.  (Given your propensity for triumph-over-struggle features about athletes, one would think this story would have been perfect for you.)

This enraged the LGBT community, and you could not understand why.  This is why: Lachland is Matthew’s family.  Therefore, when you deliberately ignored Matthew’s partner–something you would celebrate for any heterosexual athlete–because you didn’t want to interfere with Matthew privacy (yeah, right), you slapped every gay and lesbian person in the face.  We exist, and we have families.  Our spouses may be the same gender, but we are just as proud of them as our straight peers.  Maybe your viewers in Branson, Missouri or wherever get squeamish about the same genitals thing, but that’s just tough for them.  Welcome to the 21st century.

Therefore, I was very happy tonight to see one of your soft focus, sappy features on Matthew which explored in great detail his homosexuality, how he came to grips with it, and how the gay community has embraced him as a hero.  And because you even showed Matthew embracing Lachland after he won the gold, so I was willing to let bygones be bygones.  But then back in London, when showing Matthew’s next dive, your commentator mentioned Matthew’s embrace with “his friend.”

Friend?  Are we back in the coded closet days of the 1950’s or the early days of AIDS in the 1980’s.  Lachland is not Matthew’s friend.  They are boyfriends, or partners, or whatever they call their relationship (Australia does not yet have marriage equality), but they are far more than friends.

I don’t believe that you or your commentators are homophobic, but the squeamishness about Matthew’s homosexuality and his boyfriend (of years) has to go.   This is not just about Matthew and Lachland.  It is about recognizing and affirming the LGBT population and our families and relationships.  We matter.  Our relationships matter.  If you are going to pimp “The New Normal,” a show that has a gay relationship at the center, then please do us the decency to recognize us as equals.

I expect this to be fixed by Rio 2016.

Sincerely,
Solitary Muser

Women’s Olympic Football 2012 Day 6: Golden Girls

For the fourth time in five Olympics, the United States Women’s National Team won the Olympic gold medal, and there was much rejoicing throughout the land.  But the US defeat of Japan leaves one question unresolved.  Have Nadeshiko done enough to be bumped up to first class for the plane trip home or will their federation continue to treat them like second-class citizens?

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The Olympic semifinals, final, and bronze match were the best of all possible match-ups.  Each semifinal pitted two teams with similar styles against each other.  On one side of the bracket, the United States and Canada, two very physical team knocked the stuffing out of each other for 120 minutes.  On the other side, France and Japan fought an intense, technical battle that was akin to a footballing game of chicken–the side that blinked in their high stakes game of perfection lost.  Unsurprisingly, the US and Japan, the two top-ranked teams at the tournament came out victorious.

In contrast to the semifinals, the final and bronze medal match pitted teams of opposing styles against one another, and the results were no less enthralling.  Both matches were grudge matches of a sort.  At the World Cup, we all remember the incredible final between the US and Japan.  However, in the group stages of that tournament Canada played France and was beaten badly (4-0).  That match did three things–it (1) eliminated Canada from the tournament; (2) announced France to the world as a potential title challenger and future world power; and (3) effectively ended the reign of Canada’s coach Carolina Morace.  Morace had done wonders for Canada’s level of play, but her contentious relationship with the Canadian footballing authority had severe ramifications for the World Cup.  After the match against France, Morace was out and John Herdman was in.  Canada abandoned the more technical game it had been trying to play and returned to a more physical style.  The Olympics result seems to validate that change.

Canada desperately needed the bronze medal.  The loss to the US in the semifinals was heartbreaking because they were so close to both the final and to finally beating their bogie team.  Canada had never before been in the top three of either the World Cup or the Olympics (they were 4th in the 2003 World Cup, losing the final match to, shock surprise, the US).  And the World Cup in 2015 will be held in Canada, which means the expectations on the team will triple–at least.  The bronze medal was a way to redeem the tournament and to motivate for 2015.

France too had something to prove.  Les Bleus want to be seen as world beaters, but they have yet to beat any of the top teams when it counts.  They also have the loss of the 3rd place match in the World Cup hanging over their heads.  By all rights, the French should have beaten Sweden, not just because they are a more talented side, but because Sweden were a woman down.  That France beat Sweden in the Olympic quarterfinals last week is an indication that France are in fact better.  Did France choke at the World Cup?  I don’t think so, but they certainly were not at their best.  Maybe they were moping over their loss to the US (in their minds an inferior team) while Sweden really wanted a medal.

For the vast majority of the 90 minutes in Coventry, France were the better side.  They had better ball possession, they were better passers, they had more shots on goal.  Yet a goal from Diane Matheson just before the end of second half stoppage time (literally, there were about 10 seconds of the match left) made all the difference.  This is an example of why football is a game maddeningly resistant to statistics.  On paper, everything pointed to a French victory, but in the end the Canadians were draped in bronze.  This is apparently the first time since 1936 that a Canadian team won a medal in widely played team sport at the Summer Olympics.

For good measure, the awe-inspiring Christine Sinclair was the tournament’s top scorer.  One hopes that Sinclair will be seriously considered for player of the year at the FIFA Oscars in December.  This match was her much earned redemption.  But Sinclair as Player of the Year would require the voters and nominators to actually know something about women’s football, and I don’t have that much faith in them.

As for the French, I wonder where they go from here.  I also wonder if they keep their coach.  Bruno Bini has done an excellent job of pulling the French close to the ranks of the elite, but I have my doubts that he is the right person to take them to the next level.  What is Carolina Morace doing these days?

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Oh, Carli Lloyd, all is forgiven.  For the second Olympics in a row, Lloyd scored all the US goals in the final, therefore winning the gold medal both times for team and country.  In 2008, Lloyd scored the only goal in the match between the US and Brazil.  This year she scored both US goals in the 2-1 victory over Japan.  Carli Lloyd is not everyone’s favorite player, and probably unfairly maligned at times, but she comes through in a major way during the Olympics.

The final was a match of exceptionally high quality, as good an advertisement for the game as any.  The two best teams in the world (absent Germany is the third member of the triumvirate) play completely different styles, which makes their matches all the more interesting and intense.  This was a narrower 2-1 than the score suggested.  Japan could have had more goals had luck been with them.  The US could have had more goals had they been a little luckier.  There were some questionable calls (the Tobin Heath handball that apparently wasn’t), but that’s football.  But there was also moments of brilliance, especially Hope Solo’s incredible saves.  This was a match with two teams who deeply respect each other playing their absolute best.

The traditional rival of the United States had been Norway, the only team to beat the Americans in the Olympics.  Norway and the USA play a similar muscular style, but the history of animosity between the two national teams led to some intense clashes.  Now Norway’s time has passed, and they will continue to fade as the new challengers to the US rise.  Japan do not have as long a history with the US, but I believe they are the rivals of the future.  Norway’s decline is abetted by the rise of more women’s teams in Europe.  In contrast, the more teams that Asia develops, the strong it will make Japan on the world stage.  Unlike the US/Norway rivalry, which was made compelling by the mutual animosity that arose from the battle for early supremacy in the women’s game, the nascent rivalry between the US and Japan will be made compelling by the contrast in styles and the quality of the matches.

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 Over the past year, the US and Japan have battled back and forth for the title of best women’s team in the world.  I’m not sure that the Olympics settled the debate, but the gold medal does make a strong argument for the US.  As I have argued before, the USWNT are not chokers or big game bottlers.  They are arguably the best team in the world, and at this Olympics they proved it.

I am going to make a not-so-bold pronouncement.  There is no women’s football program in the world as successful as that of the United States.  Since the beginning in the 1991, the US has never come in less than third in the World Cup, and has never gotten less than silver in the Olympics.  Two World Cup titles and four Olympic gold medals.  That is unmatched success, especially when compared with the other teams who have won any of those two titles: Germany (2003 and 2007 World Cup), Norway (1995 World Cup, 2000 Olympics), and Japan (2011 World Cup).  No women’s nation has repeatedly replenished its talent as successfully as the US has, from Michelle Akers to Alex Morgan.  Norway and China faded, Brazil does not seem interested in replacing Marta, Japan is a relatively new arrival at the top, and Germany suffers through dramatic peaks and valleys.  In all this time, the US has remained at the top of the game.

I know I say this a lot, but it is worth repeating over and over again.  The women’s international game is far more interesting than the men’s international game.  Spain aside, the men simply do not bring to the international game what they do to the club game.  In contrast, every elimination round match in the women’s Olympic tournament and many of the group stage matches were exceptional in their level of intensity and excitement.  I don’t care if O Fauxhawk and Brazil win their first gold medal, and I haven’t cared all tournament.  In contrast, I deeply cared about the entire women’s tournament, about how all the teams do, and about how they will be received by their countrymen and women.

As much as I trash English football, I must admit that the venues in Great Britain are unmatched in terms of history and tradition.  It was great to see women play at Hampden Park, Old Trafford, ans St. James’ Park.  And of course Wembly Stadium.  That over 80,000 spectators crammed into Wembly to watch a women’s football match is a great credit to the sport.  I cannot recall any Olympic women’s football tournament getting this kind of attention before.  Perhaps this is the moment when the world finally embraces the sport.

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Because I read the forums at BigScocer, I know there are a lot of people who dislike Pia Sundhage and her style of management.  When asked about whether he would renew her contract, Sunil Gulati, the head of the United States Soccer Federation, was evasive and somewhat cool to the idea.  It also, of course, depends of whether Sundhage wants to stay.

But it is unquestionable that Sundhage’s tenure has been a rousing success.  The facts speak for themselves.  Before she arrived, the USWNT were at the lowest point in the program’s history (at least since the start of tournament play).  Before Sundhage took over, the US were eliminated by Brazil in that match with that goal at the 2007 World Cup having suffered the program’s worst defeat ever (4-0).  In the three major tournaments Sundhage coached, the US finished first, second, and first.  For the majority of her tenure, the US have ranked first in the FIFA rankings.  She is the first coach in the women’s game to win two Olympic gold medals.  She took a broken team at war with itself and turned it into an irresistible force.

I hope that US fans recognize what Pia Sundhage has done with the team and appreciate that.  For my money, she is just as successful as Anson Dorrance or Tony DiCicco.

The US women have now won four of the five Olympic tournaments.  That’s quite a record, and only the US basketball teams can compete.  Each Olympic victory has had its own special feel.  The 1996 was about the team announcing itself to the nation.  2004 was the swan song of the Fab Five (Mia Hamm, Julie Foudy, Joy Fawcett, Brandi Chastain, and Kristine Lilly). 2008 was the rebuilding year, moving on from the humiliation, turmoil, and disaster of the previous year’s World Cup.  2012 is something difference, and more complex.  This is the first major tournament since 1991 in which the US won all of its matches (penalty kicks are officially draws).  It may also be the turning point.  Japan and Canada pushed the US to the limit and although the US survived, this may be the sign that the time has come to adapt.  2012 should about closing the book on the past and looking at the best way to live in the future.

Astoundingly, there may be a future after all for women’s football in the United States.  A new professional league has been announced.   Maybe, just maybe, this time it will work?

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Anyway, this has been a lot of fun.  I love writing about women’s football, and hopefully I will not have to wait until 2015 before I can write again.  I hope you have enjoyed these posts too, and will continue to read this blog.  Thank you.