162 Years and Counting…
August 19, 2009 1 Comment
Ever since General Scott and his few good men made martyrs out of 6 Mexican cadets 162 years ago, Americans have not won anything in México City.
Here’s a lithograph depicting the American victory at Chapultepec during the Mexican-American War.
As painful as it is for most Mexicans to remember that tragic loss, it is equally joyous to celebrate , in a lesser realm of course, México’s victory over Team USA in a World Cup qualifying match at Estadio Azteca last Wednesday (I know it’s been a week but this post has been marinating).
Needless to say, I love my adoptive country, these United States of America but when it comes to fútbol, my heart will always be with my beloved Tricolor.
Which is why I thoroughly enjoyed Team USA’s inability to win in México City, those of you who like numbers here is Team USA’s record there: 0 wins, 23 losses, 1 tie.
Before talking about the match I’d like to point out the shameless behavior of some Mexican fans during the contest. Sports Illustrated reporter Grant Wahl was doused with beer and shown double rods by one of my thoughtless and classless paisanos. Mexican nemesis Landon Donovan was doused with various bodily fluids as he was preparing to take a corner kick (below right)
Vayan al Coloso, pónganse la verde, grítenle la porra de Jalisco al Pato Howard, pero por el amor de Dios no hagan el tipo de cosas que nos hacen ver mal a todos nosotros y que causen que unos escriban este tipo de idioteces.
Wahl handled the classlessness of some Mexicans with class, the same cannot be said of the writer of the cited link.
On to the match…
American striker Charlie Davies will strike fear into the Mexican back line for years to come, I don’t think El Tri has anyone with the speed to contain this guy. His score was a punch to the gut of this Mexican as well as his 100,000+ countrymen in that stadium.
As for the man who equalized, Israel Castro (Stayin’ alive below) is one of the emerging stars of El Tricolor.
Another relative newcomer, Pumas midfielder Efraín Juárez beautifully setup the game-winner on a run down the right side of the field. He blew right past a gassed Landon Donovan (now we know he played while being infected with eh H1N1 virus), and created a loose ball which Morelia striker Miguel Sabah blasted right past one of the best keepers in the world, Tim Howard.
Miguel Sabah has been a target of my skepticism towards El Tri. I take it all back, it looks like Miguelito is ready to be a contributor up front for the team. I still think Arsenal’s Carlos Vela is a bigger headache for opposing defenses, but Sabah has proven himself worthy of at least accompanying Vela up front. If only he could avoid cratering the pitch while celebrating a score (below).
Staying on the strikers, teamless Guillermo Franco and an out-of-shape Nery Castillo don’t belong on this team right now. Argentina-born Franco brings with him too many of his native land’s specialties (flopping) which run counterproductive to the team. If he actually followed through on some of the plays he flops on, he’d be a lot more dangerous. Castillo spends too much complaining to the ref, conduct like this this team can do without.
While El Tri played well in nearly all aspects of the match, I believe the one element which rightfully can share the name of this salsa (below) is the huge home-field advantage granted by México City’s altitude and pollution.
My apologies for the poor quality of the picture taken from my cell phone last weekend at a local grocery store.
I add this picture to merely point out the
hypocrisy curiousness of this kind of thing. If a product came out with the name say of, “Mexican Killer”, the self-proclaimed defenders of tolerance and “justice” would break out in hives and organize all sorts of inane parades, which are nothing more than convenient excuses to skip either work or school.
Since the pictured product takes a shot at the hegemony (a favorite word of oppressed “Aztlan” intellectuals) not only is this kind of name accepted but sold on grocery store shelves with nary a whimper or protest.
Off the soapbox now… Here are the highlights of this glorious victory:
Finally, I’d be remiss if I didn’t link ESPN’s Bill Simmons’ wonderful piece on his experience on that fateful day: