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may be reading too much into these statements by Garber, but the very notion that both #SaveTheCrew and #MLS2ATX could happen is genuinely blowing my mind ⚽️

six activists displayed the rainbow flag across Russia in a clever, creative way to avoid arrest: The Hidden Flag

nobody writes about soccer like Brian Phillips: Kylian Mbappé Bends Time & Space, Leads France Past Argentina

“the ball finds him & the lights in your head do the stretchy hyperspace thing that the stars outside the windows of the Millennium Falcon do.”

fascinating example of implicit bias in reporting on the #WorldCup teams from Africa:

“If you take away the words “pace” and “power” from writers and commentators, they would be utterly lost trying to describe black players.”

having fun writing spoiler-free coverage of #WorldCup games (and glad to be watching a good game after the two less-than-gripping ones earlier)

Hello, World (Cup)

Nice story by Roger Bennett, of “Men In Blazers”: HELLO, WORLD – Soccer in the U.S. doesn’t need a team in the World Cup. It’s already here to stay:

So even without the Yanks in Russia, America will be watching. Yes, we will be deprived of giddy collective moments such as when Landon Donovan smote Algeria, but take it from me, an Englishman, whose team failed to qualify for two World Cups in my lifetime — in Argentina 1978 and in the United States in 1994 — that won’t ruin it at all. Those tournaments turned out to be the two most enjoyable World Cups of my youth. Being able to watch and savor without the impending failure of my team hanging over the whole thing was like being freed from a sporting Sword of Damocles.

This your permission note, then, to cut work for a month, America. Do what you do better than any nation in the world: Savor the circus. Slink out of your cubicles en masse. Day drink. Watch, revel and inhale the World Cup in its full glory. It is the world’s greatest telenovela, replete with Ronaldo, Messi, Neymar, heroes, villains, echoes of wars past, dodgy haircuts and Fortnite goal celebrations. And it will be on televisions across our nation. Even in the rural bars of Maine.

Way ahead of you, Rog, on the cutting work for a month, but just as excited. Let’s go.

I suppose there’s hardly a day that goes by lately where this couldn’t be said, but on this I cannot stay silent. Mr. Trump, sir, please shut the hell up before you ruin this for all of us.

book review: Under the Lights & in the Dark, by Gwendolyn Oxenham. I thought I’d like it, but I loved it. I recommend this compelling, inspiring (but not pollyannaish) collection of stories not just to soccer fans, or women’s soccer fans, but to anyone. fantastic. 📚

a few great stories about Uncle Lamar from @MassiveReport #SaveTheCrew

will be happy to have a team here again someday; less so if it costs Columbus theirs. Team Relocations Past & Future


turned on England game, at Wembley; clearly-visible gridiron lines on the field. WHEN will soccer finally make it in that country?! 😂

dumb time zone mistake made me miss the first half (& 4 goals!), but all’s well that ends well: a deserved trophy for #NED in #EURO2017

great story of basic honesty & fairness in a pro game. bit sad that it’s so shocking (& Gooch comes off as an ass)

as if the U.S. weren’t already almost too large & spread-out to host. “hey, let’s spread it out even more!” 👎

A Bright Line Connecting You with the Human Race

Another Brian Phillips Grantland post worth its weight in gold, Stop Making Sense. As always with Phillips’ writing – and I never use words like “always” lightly – the whole thing is worth your time. But basking in the afterglow of the final, and turning a brave face to the next four bleak World-Cup-less years, the passage below sums it up perfectly (note that it was written on July 3, just before the quarterfinals; thus “Germany-France on Friday”, “next 10 days”, etc.).

Every World Cup does one thing better than any other event that human beings organize. It focuses the attention of the world on one place at one moment. Around a billion people watched at least part of the final in 2010; that’s several Super Bowls. When a game becomes so ubiquitous, it almost ceases to be entertainment and becomes something else, an atmospheric phenomenon, an object of astronomy. Will more people watch Germany-France on Friday or see the moon over France and Germany? Only the Olympics brings people together like this, and hey, due respect to the Olympics. But oh man is it ever not the same thing.

And this, even more than neuron-blowing games or unbelievable outcomes, is the magic of the World Cup. Over the next 10 days, a substantial portion of the living population of the Earth will have its feelings altered simultaneously by the actions of 22 men chasing a ball around a field in Brazil. Whether you watch alone or in a group or at a stadium, you will know that what you are seeing is being seen by hundreds of millions of people on every corner of the globe, and that your joy, despair, or disbelief is being echoed in incomprehensibly many consciousnesses. Is there anything more ridiculous than this? There is nothing more ridiculous than this, but it’s an extraordinary feeling, too. When something incredible happens — Messi curls a ball around three defenders; Zidane head-butts Materazzi — it’s not just an exciting moment. It’s a bright line connecting you with the human race.

People call soccer “the world’s game”, and it’s kind of a cliché, but it’s also pretty much actually true.

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