US vs. England - May 28th at Soldier Field
I spent my Labor Day Weekend in Chicago with my friend ASD. As an early birthday present, Mom and Dad got me tickets for the US-England soccer friendly at Soldier Field. For those of you who aren’t soccer savvy, a friendly is just an exhibition. It doesn’t count for anything. This is opposed to qualifiers that will get you into tournaments like the World Cup. I’ll try to translate soccer-to-American in parentheses when I use soccer terms that you may not know. Also, to help this link will guide you to a diagram of the pitch (field). While the game didn’t count for anything, you never would have known that by the atmosphere.
When we walked into Soldier Field, the England fans had hung flags everywhere. People had come from, what I could tell, across America, England, and even Holland, probably more. The US had a few flags about, but nowhere near enough to compete with the St. George’s Crosses all around. We found our seats and were relieved to find about 10 more US fans sitting in the adjacent rows. Dad asked where I wanted to sit, and I told him the cheapest seats would be fine. I was going for the experience more than for the game. The wildest fans are usually going nuts behind the goal, while the calmer people sit at midfield. It’s like sitting with the bleacher bums instead of behind the plate. So Dad got me tickets on the endline. These are the cheapest because you are so far away from the other end, and if you aren’t careful the net is in your way. Dad ended up with the best seats in the area. I was right behind the corner of the field near the tunnel the Bears come from, 13 rows up, able to see all but the feet of the man taking the corner kick. The best part is they were just as good as the tickets that cost $10 more just across the tunnel.
The English fans sang along boisterously with “God Save the Queen” so the US fans sang along with “The Star-Spangled Banner”. Most of the US fans just copied the England fans once they got done doing whatever it was they were doing. The one thing the US lacks is tradition. There were no songs, no chants, no gestures. The England fans had them all. My personal favorite was dubbed “The Tilty Plane” by ASD. In this move, the English fans put their arms out to the side and wobbled back and forth. It looked just like a plane hit with some anti-aircraft fire, thus “tilty plane”. They did it after they scored their goals. We had no idea what it meant, but that didn’t stop us from doing it right back at them when we scored our goal. They were not pleased. ASD just about got in a fight with the guy across the tunnel. Most of the time, the English were throwing taunts and barbs at us, but we kept laughing. We had no idea what they meant, so they didn’t bother us. They didn’t like that either.
As for the game itself, it didn’t start off well. In the 5th minute, England was awarded a free kick just outside the penalty area. That was a load of crap. The guy was offside before the foul, but the foul was called none-the-less. Just to suck a little more, the foul was on Eddie Pope, my favorite player and the man whose jersey I donned for the game. Kieran Richardson, in his first appearance for the English National Team, curled the ball around the wall and placed it just under the crossbar and just out of the reach of Kasey Keller. I must admit it was a beautiful goal. Too bad he should have never had the opportunity. The US had a chance minutes later, with Landon Donovan curling a shot in from the left side, only to have it hit the woodwork (post).
For England’s second goal, again Eddie Pope and Kieran Richardson teamed up. Pope misplayed a ball in front of the goal, about 22 yards out. This left the ball for Joe Cole. Cole held the ball long enough to freeze Keller, and then passed to Richardson who had an open look at the net. This was in the 44th minute, just before halftime. The US entered the half down 2-0. Both goals were at my end of the field.
The second half was just as intense. The US came out swinging, and had several good opportunities. Josh Wolff was getting past the defense on the left flank and was getting good balls forward from the midfield. However, he just couldn’t convert. On one, he walked the ball right into the keeper when the far post was open. On another, he inexplicably cut back to the middle of the field into 2 or 3 defenders who quickly dispossessed him.
The US had a couple of free kicks near the goal, but couldn’t convert. On one or two, Landon Donovan slammed the ball right into the wall. I can personally attest that being on the wall blows and it sucks something awful to get hit with that ball. Eventually, the ball got past the wall, and Carlos Bocanegra got a foot on it. The shot was nicely saved by the English keeper, but the rebound went to Clint Dempsey who headed the ball in for the US’s only goal.
The game ended 2-1. While I was a little disappointed with the outcome, I couldn’t have had a much better time. I find it hard to believe that anyone could have gone to the game and not had a good time without trying not to. Soccer is not for everyone, and I’ll admit it can be a little slow at times, but I think everyone should at least give a game like this a chance. Find a team and go to a game. MLS is pretty good, and there’s usually a chance you’ve heard of someone, even by accident. Might I suggest avoiding Chivas USA unless they’re playing someone good, because they’re awful. MLS isn’t exactly the caliber of play you’d find in Europe, but it’s a start. Soccer snobs out there will scoff at the idea of American soccer being good, but I say we make do with what we’ve got. If you’re ever in Europe, see a game there or sit in a bar and watch with the locals. I did that in Scotland with a Manchester United game and it was fantastic. The excitement is the best part, not necessarily the game itself. While you may not appreciate the skills or strategy of the game, I’ll wager that when you see someone streaking at you with the ball and only one man to beat, you’ll be out of your seat just like everyone else.


