Talking Points: First in a Series

{I don’t know how frequently these will pop up. But I’ve always wanted to find a way to poke at my relationship with my stutter, and to share it in case it was of use to anyone else. Not that enough people see this for it to matter now, but perhaps someday … the goal–at least the goal right now–is to capture some of the everyday impacts, the things that float by without notice. Writing about the dramatic–the time I gave myself a nosebleed from stuttering, the leaping off the bed to say a girl’s name to ask her out, the moments of public panic–is fine, but those are moments that are harder to interpret: they become stories, not just part of the mundane movement of life. So …}

We’re at the Houston Arboretum, one of our favorite places to go and walk with Messi on the weekends. If you are actually viewing this on the web, and hit refresh often enough, you’ll see him in the banner, seeming to smile with his tongue lolling out. A note about Messi: he’s one of those dogs, the rare kind that never snaps, never bites, is absolutely phenomenal around kids. The kind where you could lay a steaming piece of meat on the floor in front of him, and he won’t move for it until you give him permission. It borders on the bizarre.

Back to the arboretum.

A family appears in front of us on the path, and the mother reaches protectively towards her young boy, who can’t be more than four. His eyes light up at the sight of our dog, but his body arches towards his mother’s legs.

I smile at them and say, “It’s all right.”

And then time does that weird thing it does multiple times a day when my brain is moving faster than anything else can happen, and I hear the words I want to say in my head, he’s a lover, not a fighter, but I know right away that I’ll stutter on the l and that there’s nothing I can do at the moment to keep that from happening and I evaluate the interaction, my desire to put them at ease with the knowledge that the noises that will come out of my mouth combined with the awkward grimace that will accompany them will most likely do the opposite and I make the call that is the easiest in the moment to not say anything else or to say something else but not what I meant to say or to just smile and make a noise to Messi and to move on and it’s all over faster than you think and they certainly aren’t aware that anything untoward happened, but I am, I am, I am aware of the loss of a moment.

A moment of possible connection, a shared smile, perhaps even the boy being able to run a hand tentatively along the smoothness of Messi’s pewter fur while he panted patiently. A moment lost, because I stutter, and because despite knowing how to manage and control my stutter, I constantly make the choice not to–it’s incredibly wearisome to manage your speech, to work so hard at something that is supposed to be natural, in the moment, easy.

Instead, this moment–sun dappling the path in front of us, sweat trickling gently down my back from the Houston summer, the sound of cicada’s droning in the distance, the weight of Messi’s leash moving gently in my hand–becomes one moment out of many each week where something that would be the better thing to say, the funnier thing, the thing with better timing, the thing that would set people more at ease, the thing I wish I could say, remains unsaid.

That’s not quite right. It is said, but only in my mind, and then rejected. So it is said, and it leaves behind the shadow of the decision not to say it out loud, and that shadow lingers, sometimes briefly and sometimes not, but always for a little while.

When I read David Mitchell’s Black Swan Green (which will be the subject of a Reading Well at some point), I was intensely eager to see how he described his own experience of stuttering. It seemed a disappointment: the things that rang true were the obvious (social isolation, the intense need to develop a wide vocabulary so plenty of synonyms were always at hand for word substitutions, the easy target that it gave the bullies of our youth), but it seems that every stutterer’s experience may be unique. Given how pervasive it is, perhaps this is unsurprising, perhaps having something so basic as speech impacted this way naturally leads to a multitude of expressions, each woven so tightly into the context of a specific life that they are easily recognized at a distance, but blur into separate threads the closer you examine them.

I know people who have structured their entire lives around not speaking. And then I look at my own: radio show host, loudmouth in and out of class, occasional actor, teacher in many contexts including professor, leader, etc. To mangle one of the most mangled quotes ever:

All fluent people are alike in their fluency; every stutterer is disfluent in their own unique way.

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Reading Well: The Painter by Peter Heller

{This is the first in an occasional series, inspired by the concise brilliance of @TheMovies With PopPop. I am often reluctant to review books, as I don’t want to speak ill of future peers (he said, hopefully). That makes this one an easy place to start. Will always include both a review and a section of what I, in my own writing, would like to take away from the work.}

Peter Heller‘s The Painter is, simply, the best thing I’ve read in a long time.

It tells the story of Jim Stegner, the painter of the title, who is passionate about two-and-a-half things: painting, fishing, and (some of the time, some) women. The book is a stunning work of first person narrative, and the artistry involved in how you discover the bits and pieces of Stegner’s past is startling: you know quickly that he almost killed a man, served some time in prison, is twice-divorced, and has a daughter who died.

The backbone of the book explores how all of that happened, how that ties together with his current life, his ongoing issues with rage (which once again lead him into serious trouble), his creative process, and his wrestling with what the death of his daughter means.

Lots of time is spent fly fishing, in a far less lyrical vein than A River Runs Through It, but to a similar effect, where you don’t need to love to fish to love the writing. As much time is spent painting, and the titles of his paintings–which form chapter headings of a sort–serve as a shorthand for the narrative.

I tore through the book in about a week: cried at moments, laughed at others. I recommend even more highly than his prior book, Dog Stars, which is the most literary post-apocalyptic piece I’ve ever come across (yes, that includes both The Road and Justin Cronin’s vampire series). Dog Stars stunned me with its lyricism, The Painter is several strokes of the brush better.

{Explicit language, violence, and sex. Recommended for mature teens+ more due to the emotional complexity and seriousness of the themes than the explicitness, but that, too.}

#WhatIWishICouldDo

There is so much.

I think the total habitation of voice is the big thing: Stegner’s point of view never wavers in its constancy and yet the other characters in the book are fully fleshed out. That’s so hard to do. It helps that his PoV is similar to the main character of Dog Stars and to Heller himself, as far as I can tell. But still, to hold tight inside his head that way takes such discipline … also, much love for the most effective use of one-word sentences I’ve seen in quite some time. Well.

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Dashing: 12 July v Chicago Red Stars

There are really three summary points here

  • Probably the most important is the 13,000+ in attendance. That is a huge number for the Dash, and while the will-they-won’t-they-play narrative was both a distraction and a disappointment, it is up to the team to try to leverage that into future permanent fans.
  • The Chicago Red Stars are really good. Like, really, really good. Their coach, Rory Dames (and his enthusiastic assistants, Trae Manny and Christian Lavers), deserves some real credit here. I would say that, on the whole, the Dash are the more talented individuals, but Chicago was just plain better: better as a team and better in the individual matchups. That’s almost always coaching, and it’s not often I see Randy Waldrum come out second in that contest. Here are some examples
    • They dominated second balls. Meaning, on a goal kick or any clearance, or even most long passes, if a Dash player had the first touch, there was immediately a triangle of Red Stars around them, one attacking the ball, the other two the textbook 3-5 yards away. This meant the Red Stars came away with ball after ball, severely limiting the ability of the Dash to retain possession or build any sort of attack.
    • They were extremely impressive anticipating the passing lanes. Now, the Dash passing was average at best, so that contributed, but the ability of the Red Star midfield to see the pass before it was struck and to beat the Dash player to the ball was a constant throughout the game.
    • When they saw an advantage, they were relentless in exploiting it. More on this below.
  • Finally, if the other team doubles you in all categories–shots, shots on target, corners–a 2-1 loss seems about right.

#THE GOOD

Vanessa DiBernardo was very good in the first half, and deserved her goal. She controlled a lot of the midfield, and was key in exploiting the left side of the Dash defense, serving as a fulcrum to get both Taryn Hemmings (who was fantastic throughout) and Alyssa Mautz involved in vertical play. It was impressive to watch.

Also for Chicago, Rachel Quon had a really good game, full of energy and presence, constantly getting into dangerous positions and pairing well with DiBernardo.

For the Dash, Erin McLeod‘s return was well appreciated. Without her ability to launch herself into the air, it could have been much worse.

The #NCE lives! Niki Cross again put in a good shift at DM. She remains a little slow to move the ball, but her work rate is fantastic, and when she drops towards the back line, the Dash are able to push up on the wings quite effectively.

I totally understand Waldrum’s love for Melissa Henderson: tenacious and more importantly, incredibly versatile. She floated just in this game between at least three positions, and wasn’t exposed at any of them.

In the first half, the Dash had an explicit strategy of giving the ball to Toni Pressley (who, btw, seemed totally over her inexplicable shoddy passing from the previous home game) on the left wing, and then letting her try to find either Kealia Ohai or Jessica McDonald over the top. It’s a low percentage play with a big reward: you’re always one bounce or one touch from freeing a good scorer on a one v one, and I liked the way they kept trying it. However, see below.

McDonald and Ohai continue to be excellent. Ohai’s work to get the byline and chip to the far post for Tiffany McCarthy‘s first goal of the season was outstanding, and one of several very dangerous moments for her.

#THE UNGOOD

Camila. I don’t think I’ve seen a worse half of soccer from a single player in a long time. She was exposed time and time again on the left flank (and was as uniquely at fault for the Red Stars’ first goal as you can be: slow on the defensive run, never closed the player down, never challenged the cross), she gave the ball away at least five times in the first half alone, her passes were constantly off-target (even the ones that found a teammate, found them awkwardly). It was a horrorshow. I praised Mautz above, it’s unclear to what degree she was good, given how bad Camila was. To her credit, her second half was much better, with three nice attacking runs and one excellent cross-field pass that stood out. But that first half … ouch.

Camila’s weaknesses were echoed elsewhere: the Dash were a step slow to close down defenders, and a step weak in their challenges. They rarely put together a string of possession, constantly surrendering possession to the work of DiBernardo, Quon, Samantha Johnson, and Danielle Colaprico.

Also, I wonder if putting Pressley out to the left in the first half was compensatory: that is, we all know Camila is out of position at DL, so was she being shifted that way to cover? If so, fine, but it also left Ellie Brush isolated with the Pressley hard pressed to scramble back into position when under attack. Pressley is at her best when her mobility is challenged less, and she can rely on her strength and her ability to read the game; this strategy exposed her weaknesses more, and if it was a knock-on effect of having a weak spot at DL, well, let’s do something else, shall we?

Set-pieces were weak overall. The Dash had opportunities in the box, but could never get to the ball quickly enough or in the right spots. To some degree, that’s luck, but it also is positioning, anticipation, consistency of delivery. There were struggles in clearing set pieces as well that led to some nervous moments or being bailed out by Captain McLeod.

Injuries. Ella Masar looked to come off with a hamstring issue, which is never good, after a typically committed performance, including a superwoman dive at a clearing header just outside the box. Jessica McDonald seems indestructible, but also takes significant damage each game.

#FAVES

My favorite moment: the pregame kick featured a mom and two daughters. The kids (perhaps 8 and 10) drilled the ball into the back of the net. The mom mishit the ball, sending it almost straight into the air. It landed with enough spin that it crawled towards … towards … and over the endline. And there was much rejoicing.

M’s favorite moment: just having 13,000+ people cheering women’s soccer.

Dynamo Theory writeup. Offical Dash report.

 

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@The Movies with PopPop: A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night

A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night is a 2014 film directed by Iranian-American Ana Lily Amirpour. The film, in black and white, and “Persian” (Farsi?), is a — ready for this — vampire, feminist, spaghetti-western influenced romance, that though filmed in southern CA, takes place in an abandoned Iranian ghost town called Bad City. And the vampire skateboards — after she frightens the good into a young lad who then runs away and abandons it!

While slow at time, it’s remarkably stylistic, with wonderfully evocative music and a classical story of two lonely and out-of-place people — the vampire, and a young James Dean-like hero who uncharacteristically embodies chivalric attitudes towards women.

Yes, it’s as strange as it sounds, but quite remarkable. While a mash up of styles, it manages to be sui generis. Quite worth seeing.

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The AfterDash: What the WWC Might Mean for the Houston Dash

{In the time since I first began this, ticket sales have exploded for the NWSL–and for the Dash game on Sunday. As more media demands have come down, it turns out–as of right now–the USWNT players won’t be available to take the field on Sunday, despite the increased attendance. That’s too bad all around, but it will offer an interesting glimpse of what the Dash might do down the road, as all three Canadians will be available as far as I can tell. I’ll be at the game, will have a Dashing recap sometime Monday.}

I’ve thought it was quite odd that, of all the teams in the NWSL, the Dash might be the one most impacted by the WWC. Six Dash participated, and at least five will step right into the starting lineup. That’s upgrades across half the team. Here’s what I see happening …

  • Erin McLeod takes over in goal. Bianca Henninger has been great, but she’s a cut below McLeod, easily.
  • Allysha Chapman and Meghan Klingenberg should slot right in at DL and DR. That means a loss of a starting job for Camila, with Ella Masar sliding up to midfield.
  • Morgan Brian and Carli Lloyd step right in at DMC and AMC respectively.
  • That leaves five spots up for grabs–a forward, two midfielders, and two DC’s. Kealia Ohai has to retain her spot, and I would suspect that Jessica McDonald does as well.
  • The final midfielder is perhaps the most interesting: the question here is who operates centrally with Brian? Randy Waldrum could continue with the marvelously ingenious Niki Cross experiment (hereafter referred to as the NCE), playing the lanky Cross as a DMC. That would offer Brian great protection and allow her to range further upfield, essentially an attacking move. The other option would be to pair Brian with Brittany Bock or Rachael Axon in a more traditional pivot. I hope the NCE keeps rolling along.
  • DC is a little harder. Lauren Sesselmann had such a rough WWC, I think she hits the bench, leaving Ellie Brush and Toni Pressley as the defenders. If she does come in, it will be for Brush: I think we would retain Pressley’s size and physical presence.

So, my guess is that we end up in something like a 4-2-3-1, with Ohai, Lloyd, and Masar operating behind McDonald. It’s not ideal for Ohai, who seems happier if she is central, but that’s Lloyd’s position right now, and Ohai’s speed and ability to cut inside will benefit from the defensive attention Lloyd receives.

That last bit may be important: both Masar and Ohai are more comfortable cutting in and attacking (although Masar is capable of decent service from the flanks). But if the Dash are to find width when attacking, it is likely going to come from Chapman and Klingenberg.

So all of this is exciting: four world-class players, another two that are clearly better than the current incumbents, more competition in the squad for the reserve slots, and an attack that now has an awful lot of bite to it. None of these players are defensive stalwarts, but you do go from an NWSL quality goalkeeper to someone who is in the top half-dozen in the world in McLeod, and the defense will certainly not be any worse. Camila was never all that interested in defense, and while Masar did well at DR, it’s not her natural home.

This also means reduced playing time for quite a few players: the standard bench probably becomes Sesselmann, Cross or Bock, Melissa Henderson, Tiffany McCarty, and a tactical choice between Camila and Axon and Jordan Jackson. Carleigh Williams, we hardly knew ye … but man do we love your hair and sock style. So we hope you stick around.

That’s a bad thing for them (and, of course, for the amateurs–thanks for all the hard work and hustle, Allie Bailey, but, um, yeah …), but it is a very, very good thing for the Dash. The pure talent level of the squad just rose significantly, and should see them both qualify for the playoffs and–largely dependent on the force of nature known as Carli Lloyd retaining that status–perhaps make some noise when they do so.

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Women’s U17 EURO’s: Peering Into the Fog

There are few things more difficult than trying to gain knowledge from tournaments like this: no TV coverage, little analysis, some scattered non-English blogs, meager video highlights at best, and for many of these players, the first time they hit my radar.

BUT … the U17 EURO’s just finished, with Iceland hosting the tournament.

For the third time in six years, Spain emerged as the champion, defeating Switzerland 5-2 (familiar score, that) in the final. The Swiss were a bit of a surprise to be there at all, having edged Germany, in a game the Germans completely dominated, on a goal at the tail end of their semifinal.

Some scattered thoughts

  • These games were 80 minutes. This is the last level that plays shortened halves, and speaks to their youth and to how difficult it is to forecast the futures of these players. They have a long, long way to go.
  • Spain has been far more successful in youth soccer than with their national team. This speaks to structural problems within their program that we can only hope are addressed. If you want to read more about that, start here.
  • The final was a lot closer than the score indicates: two of the goals were own-goals off set pieces, each of which were a tad unlucky and one was a chip from the edge of the box after the Swiss goalkeeper had rushed off her line. The best goal of the seven–by far–was by Géraldine Reuteler of Switzerland.
  • Iceland was clearly outclassed, and Ireland struggled as well (although there is some good talent in the Irish squad, see below).

And, some names to remember. Or, not really remember. Some names to file away and check back in five years and laugh at how hard it is to figure out what players develop, which ones ditch the sport altogether, etc.

First, from Spain.

The star of the tournament was Lucía García, who scored 5 goals in 5 matches. Some were fortunate, but half of being a forward is putting yourself in good positions. Patricia Guijarro had a fantastic tournament controlling the play from midfield, and Laia Aleixandri–at only fourteen–played every minute of every game for the champions.

Switzerland

Amira Arfaoui (only fifteen) scored to essential poacher goals to get Switzerland to the final, but it was Reuteler who was the focus of their attack. Nadja Furrer was fantastic in goal in the video highlights, but it’s hard to learn much from them, other than she has great reflexes.

Germany

Stefanie Sanders looks to be next in a long line of impressive young German strikers and while some of her goals came against softer opponents, she has great feet and generates a lot of power. Giulia Gwinn was a force for them in midfield.

France

Marie-Antoinette Katoto and Inès Boutaleb stood out. Katoto is a striker, Boutaleb a deep-lying midfielder who is unafraid to take shots.

The Rest

Ireland’s Saoirse Noonan was the focus of their attack, but was unable to score–the Irish were clearly the weakest of the non-host sides, overwhelmed by the speed and technique of their opponents. Still, Noonan and Eleanor Ryan-Doyle acquitted themselves well.

For England, forwards Georgia Stanway and Chloe Kelly dominated in qualifying, but England was unable to escape the group stage. Midfielder Mollie Rouse played very well.

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What Is And What Might Bee: Josh McEachran and High End Youth Setups

Former Chelsea starlet Josh McEachran has just left Stamford Bridge to join Brentford.(Who are known as the Bees–hence the pun in the title. Yes, it’s a stretch. Buzz off.) You can find reports of it in many places, here’s The Guardian’s.

Chelsea is often vilified (for many things, but most relevantly here) for not producing first-team talent through their academy. The drumbeat is essentially nobody since John Terry has come through the training program at Cobham, Chelsea is just buying talent, not developing it.

It’s a misguided complaint.

It’s hard to be a first-team player at Chelsea (or Barça or Man City or PSG or any one of another half-dozen clubs). André Schürrle couldn’t hold down a first-team role at Chelsea. Nor could Felipe Luís or Loïc Rémy. These are players that start for top-ten ranked national teams, and would be starters for all but the very top tier of professional clubs.

McEachran joins Patrick Van Aanholt, Franco Di Santo, Romelu Lukaku, Ryan Bertrand, Jeffrey Bruma, Fabio Borini, and Gökhan Töre on the list of players developed significantly at Chelsea who left for a fee. There are 77 national team caps on that list (as well as 6 Great Britain Olympic team appearances between Bertrand and Jack Cork). Just under half of those are Lukaku’s, and while I certainly wish Romelu were still with Chelsea, even if you make him the exception, you get the idea.

And that’s not including players like Michael Mancienne or Gaël Kakuta or a dozen others who have secure, stable careers in the top half-dozen leagues in the world.

My point is that Chelsea does a fantastic job of generating young talent. So has Manchester United: Alexander Büttner (stop giggling), Danny Welbeck, Wilfried Zaha, and the somewhat unique cases of Paul Pogba and Ravel Morrison come to mind. But that’s a weaker list than Chelsea’s. City have produced, um, Abdul Razak and Jérémy Hélan? Vladimír Weiss?

My point, though–honestly–is not to defend Chelsea. It’s to try to point out the silliness in the argument. It’s like saying an MLB farm system is only valuable if it produces an non-stop string of MVP’s and Cy Young Award winners.

At the end of the day, top end academies are supposed to develop talent and sell most of it. If, once every few years, you produce a Nemanja Matić or Ruben Loftus-Cheek or (looking ahead) Patrick Bamford or Dominic Solanke who eat up some first-team minutes, that’s good. If, once a decade, you produce a talent that starts for the seniors, that’s fantastic.

This, by the way, is fodder for the Chelsea critics: no team has spent more on under-18 talent over the last five years; doing that is a risk, one that threatens to reduce the academy setup at Cobham’s ability to function as a profit center (you can fund a lot of youth staff for the transfer fees involved, even if they are meager compared to the prices paid for players aged 23 and over). £4.5M for Nathan, £1.7M for Cristián Cuevas, €5.1M for Wallace … that’s a lot of investment to recoup for players who will almost certainly not spend their careers at Chelsea, at least not for several more years. But, the case of Thorgan Hazard is instructive: close to £5M profit over two years. Yes, it cost a lot to train and support him, but nowhere near that much.

Back to Josh McEachran.

McEachran was hailed as a future great for so long, it feels like he should be heading toward retirement by now, despite the fact that he is still only 22. He’s got fantastic vision, excellent touch on the ball, but has always been slight and struggled with fitness. He’s still the same player that he was, and he’s likely to continue to represent England at the U23 level until he moves out of that age bracket. He’s likely to start in the Championship. Again, as a 22 year-old.

He is not good enough right now to play for a top five team in the EPL. So, what’s the right move here? How do you justify loaning a player out when they are 24 or 25? He needs to play, and more importantly, he wants to play: it’s all he’s done since he was a spindly little kid, and it’s what he’s been praised and rewarded and lauded for going on two decades.

The right thing to do–for him, for the club, for everyone involved–is to find a good home for his talents. If they blossom and he gets stronger and becomes part of the England national team conversation (like Cork has), well, that’s fantastic. And, like Matić, that could even find him back at Stamford Bridge. But that’s at least a couple years away, and Chelsea can’t afford to carry passengers on their active roster for that long. Nor could Real Madrid, nor could Bayern Munich.

The story that should be told is that he’s a successful football player and a success story for the youth systems that helped him along the way.

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WWC2015: Wrap Up & Awards

{Preview of the final here.}

I admit that, as a sports fan, my preference is for white-knuckle, tension-filled games that are won in the agonizing final minutes … but that USA win was still pretty enjoyable.

There’s not a lot to say about it: when you convert every early opportunity and have the game by the scruff of the neck and then you decide to go all fifty-yard-shot-cuz-the-keeper-is-off-her-line … yeah, it’s pretty much over.

My favorite moments:

  • Carli Lloyd‘s run on her first goal: she started from way outside the box and was just a bullet through the box to get to the ball. And, the golazo, of course.
  • Morgan Brian‘s pass to Tobin Heath for the fifth goal. Scrumptious.
  • The clear respect everyone has for Homare Sawa.

MOST OF ALL … As the USA was getting their medals, Meghan Klingenberg was towards the end of the line. As she moved past the trophy, she reached out one finger and touched it briefly, as if she were reassuring herself it was really there. Fantastic.

On the least favorite side, it just burns me up how poorly the announcers pay attention to anything tactical. Japan‘s first sub removed one of their two central defenders (Homare Sawa for Azusa Iwashimizu). And the commentators never mentioned it. Not once. Not even a very short, easy to digest, wow, Norio Sasaki is really going for it: he’s pulled one of their four defenders in favor of an attacker. That means Japan may be more susceptible to counter attacks, but it means they’ll have more players at midfield and even higher up the field.

And if the tactical change is done by a lesser known team … well … you can forget about it.

Just fries me. #GetOverIt


AWARDS

These are a bit idiosyncratic, so there you go.

All-Tournament Team

GK: Hope Solo (USA)

D: Meghan Klingenberg (USA), Steph Houghton (ENG), Julie Johnston (USA), Lucy Bronze (ENG)

DM: Lena Goessling (GER)

MC: Carli Lloyd (USA), Anja Mittag (GER), Aya Miyama (JPN)

FCélia Šašić (GER), Ada Hegerberg (NOR)

My suspicion is Klingenberg, Houghton, and Hegerberg are the surprises, although the USA win makes Klingenberg more likely to get love. Houghton was an absolute rock all tournament, culminating in an amazing game against Germany. Hegerberg was, I think, the most consistently dangerous forward we saw: lots of shots, most on target, and all over the field.

Second Team

GK: Karen Bardsley (ENG)

D: Allysha Chapman (CAN), Elise Kellond-Knight (AUS), Kadeisha Buchanan (CAN), Leonie Maier (GER)

DM: Fara Williams (ENG)

MC: Solveig Gulbrandsen (NOR), Elodie Thomis (FRA), Gabrielle Onguene (CMR)

FEugenie Le Sommer (FRA), Lisa De Vanna (AUS)

Putting Kellond-Knight as a DC is a bit of a cheat, as I think she spent more time at DM during the tournament. I’d be fine with Amandine Henry instead of Williams as well, and I think that Gulbrandsen’s play received far too little attention. Onguene had the performance of the tournament until Lloyd’s hat-trick, putting Cameroon on her shoulders in their victory over Switzerland. And, yeah, I do think Bardsely had a better tournament than Nadine Angerer. So did Lydia Williams.


Finally, my favorite two. Whenever I blog, I hope to continue blogging: if successful in this endeavor, we’ll check back as qualifications for France 2019 get underway.

Under 23 Team (Players born no earlier than January 1, 1993)

GK: Cecelia Santiago (MEX)

D: Kadeisha Buchanan (CAN), Caitlin Foord (AUS), Alanna Kennedy (AUS), Noelle Maritz (SUI)

DM: Morgan Brian (USA)

M: Andressa (BRZ), Mana Iwabuchi (JPN), Melanie Leupolz (GER)

F: Ada Hegerberg (NOR), Samantha Kerr (AUS)

Honorable Mention: Raïssa Feudjio (DM – CMR), Melissa Herrera (CRC), Tang Jiali (M – CHN), Fran Kirby (F – ENG), Ashley Lawrence (M – CAN), Ngozi Okobi (F – NGA), Kerlly Real (ECU), Yoreli Rincon (M – COL)

These are in alphabetical order, and the D’s don’t really work (both Foord and Maritz play on the right).

U23 Players Most Likely to Star in 2019 or 2023 Not Listed Above

Remember, some of the stars of the next two WC’s weren’t on these rosters–especially in the stronger programs, there is great talent knocking on the door (Crystal Dunn or Caroline Hansen or Mallory Pugh or Bethany Mead or Lina Magüll or Alex Chidiac or dozens of others, I’m looking at you). These are players who either performed fine (but below a “best of tournament” level),underperformed, barely saw the field, or were only in Canada “for the experience.”

GK: Cecille Fiskerstrand (NOR)

D: Griedge Mbock Bathy (FRA), Jennifer Cramer (GER), Alex Greenwood (ENG), Amel Majri (FRA)

M: Jessie Fleming (CAN), Alexia Putellas (ESP), Lia Wälti (SUI)

F: Claire Lavogez (FRA), Vivianne Miedema (NED)

Had to mention: Pauline Bremer (F – GER), Daisy Cleverley (M – NZL), Sara Däbritz (F – GER), Barla Deplazes (F – SUI), Kadidiatou Diani (F – FRA), Meikayla Moore (D – NZL), Sarah Nnodim (D – NGA), Asisat Oshoala (F- NGA), Leicy Santos (M – COL)

These are in alphabetical order–although the back line could work, Greenwood – Bathy – Cramer – Majri.

Bottom Line: I don’t think there has been a better time to be a fan of the women’s game.

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WWC2015: The Award Shortlists

My first response to the FIFA Award Shortlists was predictable confusion. But I found it hard to argue for players that were omitted, once you accept a few caveats.

First, these awards only go to the more successful teams. That’s important, especially for the Young Player Award.

Second, for the most part, defensive field players in general (whether defenders or midfielders) have to have spectacular tournaments in order to receive these awards. (This is part of what makes Griedge Mbock Bathy‘s–an unused substitute for France in Canada–selection as player of the tournament for the 2012 U17 World Cup so remarkable.)

Defensive players are almost always nominated, and for Julie Johnston and Amandine Henry, that’s probably as far as it goes while Lucy Bronze‘s nomination is more for her goals than her defensive prowess and Saori Ariyoshi‘s is … well … I don’t really know what it’s for. She scored, she won a free kick that was incorrectly given as a penalty, but if you really wanted another fullback from the final four teams, I would rather it be Leonie Maier.

That leaves Aya Miyama‘s overall class, Megan Rapinoe‘s early moments of brilliance and steady play, and the goal scoring exploits of Carli Lloyd and Célia Šašić. This is where comparisons become difficult: Šašić’s hat trick against the Côte D’Ivoire was both impressive and came against noticeably weaker opposition than Lloyd has seen all tournament.

I dunno. Given those choices, I think I would have to go for Lloyd, but I’m reduced to dubious concepts like pressure and clutch and important goals and the like, which is not comfortable territory.

Two other players probably deserved to be on the list: you can argue that Anja Mittag has been better than Šašić: all of her goals have come from the run of play, she has scored with both feet, and she has a couple assists to go along with the scores. Eugenie Le Sommer‘s play in her first four games should not be erased by her notable dip in France’s final match.

Right now, I think Šašić deserves it, but Lloyd will win it.

The Golden Gloves Award is just bizarre. Nadine Angerer and Hope Solo are shoo-ins on both reputation and performance, but Ayumi Kaihori? Really? Over Erin McLeod? Or Ingrid Hjelmseth? Or Lydia Williams?

But nobody knows how to judge Goalkeepers anyhow: you can’t really use saves, since they are so tightly tied to games played and, more importantly, the quality of your defense; shots on target is a useless stat; goals conceded is a team effort; etc.

In any case, no matter how you evaluate all of that, Solo hasn’t given up a goal since the first game, despite playing in a hard group. No matter how you unravel the goalkeeper question, that’s impressive. Hope deserves this one.

The Young Player is a case of a top two, and then a nice gesture. I thought Tang Jiali was China’s best player, but she really didn’t play enough to warrant her inclusion here, but it really doesn’t matter all that much: the standout young players of the tournament were Ada Hegerberg and Kadeisha Buchanan, and, at least until one of the young German strikers sees more playing time, the two of them are probably the brightest young lights in the game.

(A side note: you can learn a lot about both the depth of national programs and the philosophy’s behind them by looking at the age makeup of the WWC teams: Germany has included a fair bit of their “next generation,” and given playing time to many of them; France has included a few, but essentially only brought them along for the experience; the USA left them all behind; the nations with less established programs are also the ones most likely to field sixteen and seventeen year olds.)

(Another side note: a year ago, I thought it would be Sura Yekka who was most likely to be the breakthrough teenaged Canadian defender. Yekka’s omission from the team was sensible: she is even younger than Buchanan, and plays outside back, where Canada is noticeably deeper.)

I think Hegerberg would be my choice, as she seems fully formed in a certain way: adept at all the skills a forward needs to be successful, while Buchanan still relies on her reflexes and athleticism to cover for some poor moments of positioning. But, it’s very close, and I would not be surprised of Buchanan wins in a gesture towards the home country.

A day or three after the final, I’ll post up some more thoughts along the best … of the tournament.

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WWC2015: The Semifinals & Preview of THE FINAL!

{Previews of this round can be found here and here, along with links to prior writing on this tournament.}

GERMANY v USA

It is so rare for a sporting event to live up to its hype, and such a pleasure when it does.

This was quite a surprise for me. Not because the USA won. While I did not think that would happen, it was certainly possible: it felt like Germany had an edge going into the game, but it was going to be close. The shock, for me, was the manner of victory.

I don’t think Germany has faced a first half like that for years. This was different than their game against France: there, it was speed down the wings, quick strikes that tore open their flanks. Here, though, here it was a constant barrage, a suffocating opponent that would not let them out of their own half of the field for more than a pass or three.

That was the early key for the USA. Yes, the vertical connections between Megan Rapinoe and Meghan Klingenberg on one side and Ali Krieger (who had a very strong game) and Tobin Heath were outstanding, but the key was in the middle of the field, where Morgan Brian and Lauren Holiday were strong and determined, disrupting the German play and turning the slightest of their opposition’s missed touches into opportunities to regain possession for the Americans.

Rapinoe–not exactly known for her defense–even got into the act with at least four first half tackle and steals by my count.

This was largely a product of Jill Ellis‘ decision to field not only a different lineup, but a different formation, abandoning the previously favored 4-2-2 for a 4-3-3. Well, not quite a 4-3-3: the idea was that Brian and Holiday would largely sit in front of the back four, with Holiday slightly further upfield; then Heath and Rapinoe would provide width, with Carli Lloyd given the freedom to roam in the space behind Alex Morgan up top.

It was a brave move, and it paid dividends and, perhaps, quieted some of the critics–including me–who railed against Ellis’ apparent lack of flexibility.

The lack of a second forward came into play on at least two occasions, where Rapinoe and Heath were moments too slow to make their runs off of Morgan’s work up top. The tradeoff was understandable: by playing, essentially, five midfielders, the USA was able to hold possession and always provide a dependable outlet. But that left Morgan a bit isolated, lacking a partner used to operating in tandem with her.

Opportunities still flowed for the Americans: Julie Johnston was unlucky not to score off a corner kick, and then a delicious pass set Morgan free on goal, only to see Nadine Angerer block her shot.

Another difference from their game against France: there, every German attack looked like a scoring opportunity. Here, time and time again, either Brian or Holiday or Johnston was able to remove the danger before it really took hold. This was especially true against Simone Laudehr and Melanie Leupolz, neither of whom had a game consistent with their otherwise excellent performances in Canada.

And yet, after all that … a scoreless game at the half. Dominated by the Americans. But, scoreless.

Germany had their best spell at the start of the second half, using long, cross-field passes to escape the midfield pressure. It worked in two primary ways: not only did it solidify their possession, it also brought their right flank much more into the game, allowing both Alexandra Popp and Tabea Kemme to be much more involved than they were in the first half.

It all unraveled for the USA an hour into the match, when Johnston sort of lost her mind, dragging down Popp from behind well within the penalty box when a seemingly harmless ball took an unexpectedly high bounce. It was a good call, and a foul that clearly deserved the yellow card it received (but not the red called for by some). When Célia Šašić stepped up to take the shot, it seemed a foregone conclusion that Germany would take the lead.

But, the first penalty miss by Germany in the history of their participation in the Women’s World Cup left the match scoreless and only a few moments later, a foul by Annike Krahn that began with contact outside the box led to a penalty kick for the USA. That was a clear mistake by the referee: fouls are committed at the point of initial contact, this was a foul, but never a penalty.

Lloyd stepped up and buried the shot, and the Americans had a lead.

Five minutes later Kelley O’Hara came on to replace Heath, and you could see, with a little lip-reading, her telling her teammates, Yes, we’re playing defensively. Yes.

Luckily, O’Hara refused to follow the direction herself: following a fantastic run from Lloyd, O’Hara beat Kemme to the ball and, well, pretty much karate-kicked it into the back of the net. Lloyd’s run and pass were exceptional, but Kemme has to bear much of the blame, as she lost contact with O’Hara far too easily.

I think Silvia Neid was put in a very hard spot here: Germany had, for the entire tournament, enjoyed freedom on the edges of the field, especially from the combination of Laudehr and Leonie Maier. Here, they were held largely in check (again, other than the first fifteen or so minutes of the second half), and her options were limited. There were calls for Neid to bring on the considerable talents of Dzsenifer Marozsan, but for whom? Exchanging Marozsan for Leupolz is like for like; removing Anja Mittag takes away one of Germany’s primary hopes for a goal; and removing Lena Goessling would have invited the Americans to score again.

If pressed, I would have preferred her to make a change earlier, perhaps bringing in Sara Däbritz or Lena Lotzen as a third attacker, and sacrificing Leupolz. That would eliminate much of the ability to build play through the middle, but longer passes were more successful for them at that point, and another forward might have helped.

At the end of the day, though, this was perhaps what I–and many other commentators–got most wrong about this game: Ellis outcoached Neid, playing the smarter, more effective, tactical game.

In the end, the far better team on the day won the game. A different day, perhaps a different result, but here the Americans played their best game of the tournament and deserved their trip to the finals.

JAPAN ENGLAND

I can’t resist just cutting to the chase here. Has there been a crueler moment than that served up to Laura Bassett? Ninety-eight out of one hundred times (at least), she clears the ball to safety; one time she sends it back to Karen Bardsley, who clears it. But the one time she slices it into her own net, it has to be at the World Cup? In the semifinal? In extra time? When a ferocious England side has played a great game and perhaps even deserved to move on?

Just unbearably, unfathomably cruel.

But an entire game was played before that, a game that saw England play as intelligently as a side can, making consistently smart choices about when to press high up the pitch (a tactic that continually saw Jill Scott free on the right flank, but struggle to retain possession against the inevitable double team) and when to drop back, trusting the tenacity of Lucy Bronze and Jade Moore on one side and Claire Rafferty and Katie Chapman on the other.

Bronze and Moore were more successful: when Japan had success, it was often through Mizuho Sakaguchi and Nahomi Kawasumi, who were able to expose Rafferty on several occasions.

England surrendered possession to Japan, but never such that they were able to be comfortable: Neither Sakaguchi nor Rumi Utsugi were given enough time on the ball to find the deep runs by their teammates. More importantly, nearly every time a Japanese player received the ball with their back to goal, an English defender was tight on them, preventing them from turning, and forcing the ball back further away from goal.

But it was a dangerous game for England to play: Japan was always only a pass or two away from a clear shot on goal. Still, the manner in which it came was surprising: Saori Ariyoshi basically sprinted straight downfield, running onto a nicely placed long ball sent from well inside their own half. Rafferty was beaten, and brought Ariyoshi down with a push from behind.

Again, this was a refereeing mistake: it was a foul, but contact was initiated outside the box, and it should have resulted in a free kick. Indeed, this was worse than the call in the USA-Germany game, as Ariyoshi had another half-stride before she was inside the box. Instead, Aya Miyama buried the penalty kick and Japan held a 1-0 lead.

Perhaps the call on Steph Houghton was a make-up call, perhaps not: it was a light foul at best, but there was a stamp on Houghton’s foot and a slight push. It was the kind of thing that goes uncalled more often than not. In any case, Fara Williams also buried her chance from the spot, and we went into halftime 1-1.

The second half lagged at points, with neither team really able to hold an advantage. Things changed when Ellen White was brought in at the hour mark. She replaced Jodie Taylor, who had played a strong first half, but had faded slightly. White had an instant impact on the game, as much from a willingness to take shots as an ability to get them on target. A goal for her efforts would not have been undeserved, but at the same time, when she took a curling shot from the edge of the box in the 64th minute, she also had a teammate free on goal that might have been the better choice.

Still, White’s energy put England back on the front foot, and Scott was unlucky when a free header bounded just wide of the post shortly thereafter.

Norio Sasaki responded with his only substitution of the match, bringing in Mana Iwabuchi for Shinobu Ohno. Iwabuchi had a similar effect for her team as White had: instant energy, capped by two dazzling runs into the box, one leading to a cross that went untouched, the other to a shot that was well saved. Iwabuchi and Miyama have a few years to work together, if Japan is able to find a dependable forward to work with them, they will remain near the top of the game for the foreseeable future.

While the introduction of Alex Scott for Bronze was an injury replacement, bringing on Karen Carney for Williams was a sign that Mark Sampson was going for a win, perhaps already anticipating the thirty minutes of extra time.

But, then Kawasumi sent in a lovely bending ball and Bassett reacted just a tad indecisively, and the ball was in …

Cruel.

At the end of the day, Japan did what they’ve done all tournament: played with poise, played consistently but without brilliance, played just well enough to win in a way that could be critiqued as lucky.

THE FINAL. USA v JAPAN

The challenge here is to construct the scenario where Japan wins.

First, discard a notion that it will happen from Ellis making some colossal blunder in tactics and/or lineup selection. Sure, there are better and worse choices out there, but I can’t see that being the hinge on which the game turns–although of course there will be those who insist, no matter what she does, that it was the wrong thing.

There are two primary battles that Japan has to win in order to have a chance.

First, they have to hold the American attack in check. This means that Saki Kumagai and Azusa Iwashimizu have to play a mistake free game. I suspect they will be contending with two forwards: Morgan and Abby Wambach would be my guess. That will be a handful, but Japan’s back line has shown the ability to stay disciplined and compact.

Doing so, though, reduces their movement forward. That should magnify the importance of the Rapinoe v Miyama matchup. Each of these two can turn the game around; I do hope we see them on the same side of the field, where they would face off repeatedly.

Second, watch how Japan copes with the waves of attacking midfielders that the USA employ (Lloyd has been the most successful the last few games, but Heath, Rapinoe, even Holiday all fill this role at times). The challenge is that, if they keep both Utsugi and Sakaguchi back to protect the back four, a huge hole emerges between those two, their two wide midfielders, and their two forwards. That leads to Yuki Ogimi having to drop deep into midfield where she is less comfortable, and removes one of the targets for Miyama and Kawasumi’s crosses.

One way to see this will be to notice where Morgan Brian is positioned: the further upfield she drifts, the more Japan is ceding that midfield area.

And, of course, they want to see as few goals as possible. Japan’s best bet is a 0-0 win via penalty kicks, followed by a game that finishes 1-1 and moves on to PK’s. They have a shot at a 1-0 win. Anything more than that, and their chances of coming out on top drop precipitously.

I think the USA closes out the finals in a match where they lose their streak of not allowing a goal, but are clearly in control. 2-1, perhaps 3-1, USA.

One more note: there is a third place game. I know few people care about it, and even less of the American audience, where a bronze medal is considered a slight disappointment. But the game is there, and it’s always pretty unpredictable. I suspect we’ll see a close game, with Sampson fielding a “first choice” team (although it may be hard to tell, given how much he has altered his lineup game to game) and Neid giving extended minutes to many of her younger players (Lotzen, Däbritz, Jennifer Cramer, Lena Petermann, the teenaged Pauline Bremer). That is what I hope, both for my affinity for tracking young players, but also because I think it has the highest potential for a highly engaging and entertaining match.

 

 

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