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Soccer Pimp: Evertonian Impressions

Monday, December 07th, 2009 | Author:

Goldenballs holding the new World Cup ball

Before I get going, let me address the egregious lack of posting since August. Yes, I’m aware I’ve neglected the blog, Yes, I’m aware some of you are disappointed. No, I won’t apologize. Life (and procrastination) has a way of getting in the way of my amateur writing career, so it is what it is.

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Man, am I ever stoked for the World Cup. So stoked that I plunked down $15 extra per month, on a four-month mandatory contract with Rogers to get Setanta. Fifteen dollars is price-gouging at its very worst (shocker coming from the cable industry, I know), but the fever hit this weekend and I want to be completely versed on as many World Cup players as possible come June 11th. Oh, and for $15, you’d think the channel would be available in HD at the very least – no such luck (to join the “soccer in HD” conversation, check out the comments to this William Houston post).

And so it was that on Saturday, I was able to watch Manchester City defy the odds and hand Chelsea its 3rd loss of the season. As good as that game was, Sunday’s match pitting my Toffees to Tottenham had me on the edge of my seat from beginning to end.

I’m sad to admit that it was the first Everton match I’ve watched this season, but I know all the players thanks to FIFA 10. This is a talented bunch but they have been decimated by injury, and on Sunday all four defenders were fullbacks: Tony Hibbert and Lucas Neill, who filled in as centre backs, are usually found on the right side of defence, while Seamus Robinson and Leighton Baines were on the right and left sides, respectively.

Following a goalless first half, Tottenham knocked two into the Everton goal and I thought it was game over. I could see that Tottenham were just breezing through the Everton midfield, there was no opposition whatsoever. It left me yearning for a Gennaro Gattuso 0r Roy Keane type of midfield stopper, that bulldog that every good team needs to disrupt opposing offensive manoeuvres before they really become a threat.

As it was, Jermaine Defoe and Michael Dawson had free reign in assaulting the Everton goal. It looked like another Everton loss, and with Chelsea as their next opponent and coming off the aforementioned loss to Manchester City, I was starting to believe that Everton was headed for a second half relegation struggle.

Hey, that might still happen, but the Toffees showed something on Sunday that leads me to believe there is no way in hell they will be relegated. When Louis Saha was brought on in the 63rd, shortly after the second Tottenham goal, the Everton spirit was evident and the game took on a different tone. When Saha potted his 10th goal of the campaign to make it 2-1, we knew we were at least in line for an exciting finished. We were not going to be disappointed.

Australian internation Tim Cahill equalizes

Australian internation Tim Cahill equalizes

Everton proceeded to lay siege to the Hotspur goal, constantly asking questions of the Tottenham defence until they could no longer answer; in the 86th minute, Tim Cahill blasted a shot past Brazilian keeper Gomes to make the game 2-2. Game over, right?

Wrong.

In the 94th minute, Honduran Wilson Palacios came barreling into the Everton penalty area, leading with his head to knock the ball forward. Unfortunately, Tony Hibbert was also charging at the ball and instead of knocking the ball out of play he knocked Palacios into the next postal code. Entertaining? Yes. As a Canadian, satisfying to see a Honduran footballer LEGITIMATELY lying on the pitch? Absolutely (your cheque is in the mail, Tony). Smart? No. The referee immediately pointed to the spot and Jermaine Defoe lined up to take it.

The USA’s hopes in the upcoming World Cup will rest largely upon the shoulders of Everton keeper Tim Howard. While I had already conceded that Everton would end up losing the game despite their courageous fightback (and aren’t those the worst of the gut punch games?), Tim Howard had different ideas. Before the kick he kept gesturing wildly, I guess in an attempt to throw Defoe off his game. Whatever it was, it worked. Defoe drilled the ball straight into the middle and Howard, who had hesitated briefly before diving to his right, knocked the ball away to safety with the tips of his toes. Game saved.

I have been away from soccer for too long. I seem to go through these waves of enthusiasm, or lack thereof, after Canada inevitably fails out of qualifying for my favourite spectator sporting event, the FIFA World Cup. I haven’t felt that visceral excitement watching a sporting event in a long time (probably since Adrian Serioux knocked that header into the goal back in Montreal in 2008), and this was just a league game on a lazy Sunday in December.

Will you have me back, old friend?

Soccer Pimp: ESPN’s Sports Guy Sees The Light

Tuesday, August 18th, 2009 | Author:
Bill Simmons discovers soccer

Bill Simmons discovers soccer

I quit reading Bill Simmons a few years ago when it seemed 9 out of 10 columns were dedicated to a sport I have no time for – basketball.  Moonturk forwarded this amazing article Simmons wrote following his trip to Azteca to watch the U.S.A. take on Mexico in a World Cup qualifier last week. Check it out.

Check in tomorrow as I launch the NFL season here at OSG with a post about The Buffoon. Can you guess who “The Buffoon” is?

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Soccer Pimp: Storm Clouds @ TFC

Wednesday, June 17th, 2009 | Author:
All is not well in TFC-Land

All is not well in TFC-Land

Toronto FC, the soccer team that operates in the highest possible echelon of the sport in this country, is on the brink of going down for the second straight year in the Voyageurs Cup (or as it is know to corporate types, the Canadian Nutrilite Championship).

TFC takes on the Montreal Impact tomorrow night needing four goals to vanquish the Vancouver Whitecaps for the right to represent Canada in the CONCACAF Champions League. I know, the last sentence might seem a little confusing to the layman, so let me explain.

The three major clubs in Canada, mentioned above, are in the midst of playing a round robin home and away tournament. Teams get three points for a win, one point for a draw and zilch for losing. Each team plays a total of four matches. Currently, Montreal are out of it on account of losing all three of its matches. Vancouver has played its four matches, coming away with three wins and one loss for nine points. Should Toronto FC win tomorrow’s match against the Impact, they would finish the tournament tied on points with Vancouver. In this scenario, goal difference for the sum of the tournament is invoked to break the tie, and Vancouver currently has a three goal advantage over TFC. That’s why Toronto needs a win by four goals tomorrow night.

If being bested continuously by supposedly lesser opponents isn’t embarrassing enough, TFC has had to endure the most striking display of fan power in this country since the Richard Riot of 1955. A few minutes into a match against the Los Angeles Galaxy, a large group of fans called the “North End Elite” walked out en masse and another group, the “Red Patch Boys”, refused to wear club merchandise in protest against MLSE policies.

Strangely enough, this protest came after TFC management agreed to sit down with leaders of the three supporters groups to allow them to air their grievances. According to Duane Rollins at Soccer By Ives, the meeting wasn’t pretty. No matter how the meeting actually went, it was an amazing display of how concerned MLSE was about assuaging its fans’ concerns. Imagine if the CSA actually heeded the Voyageurs’ complaints? Also makes you wonder what kind of results Leafs fans could get if they were organized in any way. A re-writing of the blueprint for the 21st century sports fan in Canada might be under way in Toronto.

Add to all this the fact that TFC changed coaches in mid-stream this season, that the FieldTurf v. natural grass debate is still raging and that TFC is in trouble of missing the playoffs for the third time in three years of existence.

Four goals tomorrow night would go a long way to ease the suffering (Live on Rogers Sportsnet, 8pm).

Soccer Pimp: In Defence of Passion

Wednesday, April 08th, 2009 | Author:

If you’re a casual sports fan you may not be aware that the North American sports world is in the midst of a long-standing, ever-mutating battle between traditional “American” sports and soccer. This battle involves fans, owners and media, and it happens on both a conscious and sub-conscious level. The battle is the following; how to resist the growth of the world’s most popular sports in its final holdout region, USA and Canada.

Despite a few blips, the Forces of Resistance have always had the upper hand on the Knights of Footy, thanks to an entrenched anti-soccer media. In the late 70′s the NASL took North America by storm with the arrival of Pelé, who signed to play for the New York Cosmos. It was an explosion that couldn’t be sustained. As soon as Pelé was gone the sport imploded for a multitude of reasons (I suggest watching Once In A Lifetime as an educational tool), sending it into a dark place where it remained for a few more decades. At the time, critics of the sport cited its un-American slant, and even went as far as to call it the sport of Communists (ah, the Cold War, how we miss you!).

When the US successfully bid on hosting the 1994 World Cup, FIFA forced a concession from the organizing committee; America would have to establish its own national soccer league. Major League Soccer was born, and this time the people put in charge did it the right way. They fostered a slow growth of the league, waiting until markets developed and genuine demand presented itself for expansion. The seed was planted. Now the naysayers claimed that a National league could never work, people didn’t want the product shoved down their throats, the NASL proved that soccer could not sustain itself. Note the escalation in sophistication and volume of the arguments.

The success of the 1994 World Cup took many by surprise, and introduced many more to the beautiful game (including yours truly who was 18 at the time). Networks began to take note and began buying rights to broadcast matches from the best leagues in Europe. As more and more people grew interested in the game, resistance grew ever more feverish. The arguments of the time were that this was a sport for sissies, divers, immigrants, it was boring, there was no action. Media types began writing columns dismissing the sport, claiming to not “get” what the fuss was about, all a flash in the pan.

With more cable licences being awarded, and more and more sports channels becoming available, soccer continued to grow. Here in Canada, Sportsnet (first CTV, then Rogers) began pushing soccer in a major way, by signing an exclusivity contract with the Canadian Soccer Association to carry all national team games but more importantly, carrying several English Premiership matches every week. People around me, knowing I was a fan of the sport, started asking more and more pertinent questions about it: “How does it work?”, “What is relegation?”, “Why is Owen Hargreaves not playing for Canada?”, etc. I even wrote a column on the Voyageurs website to give lovers of the sport a bit of ammunition against the multiplying howls of fury at the sport’s growth.

Apparently the reporters being asked to cover soccer were not happy about it, and this translated to numerous sports personalities taking shots at the sport. I’ll never forget the play-by-play voice of the Ottawa Senators, Dean Brown, on a CBC panel with the Ottawa Citizen’s Wayne Scanlan debating the popularity of the sport and its potential in Canada. This was on the eve of the 2002 World Cup. Brown completely ripped soccer and the people who love it, such a vociferous, unwarranted attack that I will never forgive him for it. It was low-brow stuff, the typical macho, hockey-is-king bullshit. There was something about soccer that made these people’s blood boil; even having to talk about it seemed like an insult to their manhood and fighting words would fly.

Seven years on, soccer’s made some incredible strides. The signs are everywhere: Toronto FC selling out every home game they’ve ever played, Vancouver being awarded an MLS expansion franchise for 2011, Montreal and Ottawa practically begging for a franchise, 55,000+ at Olympic Stadium for a CONCACAF Champions League match, no less than three cable channels dedicated to soccer, UEFA Champions League matches every week on TSN, Premiership on Sportsnet and The Score. On Sunday night, I noticed something incredible during the broadcast of the Braves-Phillies MLB season kickoff; on the news crawler at the bottom of the screen, alongside fellow categories “MLB”, “NBA”, “NHL” and “NCAA” were “MLS” and “Soccer”. When soccer’s turn was up, scores from the English, Italian, Spanish and Mexican leagues flashed across the screen. I smiled. When the “Worldwide Leader” deems you worthy of real estate on its crawler, you’ve officially arrived.

And now we’ve come to the reason for this random defence of soccer, and more specifically its passionate fans. Over the last few weeks I’ve been reading and hearing many of the Forces of Resistance, in its death throes, argue that the fans of soccer who attend games are indeed poseurs, fakes, guilty of fabricated enthusiasm. When I hear this, I know the Knights of Footy have won. If your argument, your last stand against the invasion, is that the emotion and passion you witness is somehow “fake”, it might be better to just sulk as you cry into your beverage. You’ve failed to get on board, you’ve erred in your assessment of the qualities of the sport, you are immune to the contagious quality of fan pro-activity. For what you deem “fabricated enthusiasm” is really proactive engagement from fans. Those passionate people you see on television supporting Toronto FC? They’ve met beforehand, they congregate on the internet, they invent chants, they create banners, they come to the stadium prepared to lift their team without the need for permission from jumbotron prompts. They have songs for individual players, individual occurrences, and they intimidate opposition players.

Soccer has arrived, and is here to stay. The media has finally evolved into embracing the sport. More and more news organizations, both online and traditional, have a soccer columnist on staff. Soccer highlights take up more and more time on sports news shows. The debate is no longer “can soccer catch on in Canada?”, it is “how big will it get?”. You think there’s a lot of coverage now? Just wait until Canada’s Mens National Team finally qualifies for the World Cup – only 5 years to Brazil 2014!

How long before the Forces of Resistance play their last card and start branding us all hooligans? Or has that already started?

Soccer Pimp: To Find Inspiration

Monday, April 06th, 2009 | Author:

There are moments in soccer that happen fairly frequently (certainly more frequently than in any other sport), which inspire me in a unique way. Moments of beauty that whether or not I am a fan of a particular team, I simply must put aside rivalries and tip my cap. Such a moment did not occur in Toronto FC’s 2-0 loss at the hands of the expansion Seattle Sounders. However, Manchester United provided moments worthy of a fairy-tale on Sunday morning.

Aston Villa rolled into Old Trafford, a ground on which they had not won in 25 years. Between these two teams, I definitely wanted Villa to win. I cheer against United in almost any situation – Sir Alex Ferguson’s arrogance assures this. For those not familiar with this guy, imagine Don Cherry’s fiery temper mixed with Scotty Bowman’s tenure and success (actually, just imagine Cherry had he been successful at coaching). That’s Alex Ferguson. His squad has been decimated by injury and suspensions, and he was operating with a skeleton crew. On the bench were kids from the reserves, including a 17-year-old Italian kid who was about to have the best day in his young life.

The first three-quarters of the match were entertaining, featuring some skillful displays and a trio of goals that put Villa up 2-1. This was exciting in and of itself; a team about to break a 25-year-old hoodoo tends to be entertaining on its own merit. The football gods were not satisfied with this trivial matter, however, and the next 20 minutes were pure magic.

First, after what the announcer called the “Siege at the Stratford End” (that end of the pitch being the name of the stands in front of which Villa was painstakingly trying to keep the ball out of the net), Cristiano Ronaldo (pictured, right) had a beautiful goal that was just another example of his brilliance (I acknowledge this grudgingly). By this time, Ferguson had made a curious switch of personnel. In taking Nani out of the game, he had replaced him with an unknown striker name Federico Macheda, a young Italian who had been plucked a few years earlier from the Lazio youth system. United supporters were befuddled by this selection, since there was a better-known young phenom striker also sitting on the bench.

Even at 2-2 the match seemed unsettled – United kept charging and Villa looked exhausted. Ferguson worked his magic once more by intimidating the fourth official, hounding him while frantically gesticulating at his watch, claiming Villa was time wasting. It worked, and the board went up at 90 minutes indicating five extra minutes. There’s no way there was five minutes lost during the second half, but I digress – this is part of the man’s genius.

The assault on the Villa goal continued, which produced one of those moments I spoke of off the top. Here is what transpired (do hurry to watch this, these clips are usually removed from YouTube in a hurry):

I couldn’t help but smile. This boy’s dream had just been fulfilled, and who wouldn’t be moved by that? It’s the same reason that I can’t help but enjoy every moment where a Championship is clinched, when the team storms the field. It is pure joy and even if I wasn’t cheering for that particular team, I smile. I don’t know what it is, but seeing a bunch of grown (and in this case not so grown) men jump for joy, hugging one another in unabated bliss fills my own heart with the same feeling. Sappy, I know.

And there you have it; Manchester United denied Villa their historic victory and the boys from Birmingham can try again next year.

Soccer Pimp: Toronto FC – No Ticket To Be Had

Thursday, March 19th, 2009 | Author:

So much for those who said Toronto FC’s success would be a flash in the pan, an anomaly that would right itself in time: for the third straight season, Toronto FC has sold every ticket of every game.

There’s a wonderful write-up in the Globe and Mail by Neil Davidson, which explains how the stadium had a lot to do with the franchise’s success. It’s caught a lot of people by surprise, including those that brought the team to Toronto:

“I get asked this question all the time. ‘Did you ever expect it to be so successful out of the gate?”‘ says Tom Anselmi, executive vice-president and CEO for Maple Leafs Sports & Entertainment. “The answer is ‘No, we didn’t actually.’

“We believed that soccer was going to succeed in this market, we knew there’s lots of soccer fans. The question was would they buy into Major League Soccer? We didn’t really know that.”

I have to admit that although I thought the team could thrive in the Toronto market, I wasn’t expecting this kind of over-the-top success. No one did. The Toronto Lynx had toiled in obscurity for years in the USL, a league just one notch below Major League Soccer. In this respect, Montreal was a better logical fit for an MLS team, considering they had been drawing thousands of fans per game operating in the same league as the Lynx. However, the Toronto bid had the backing of the MLSE behemoth, and a soccer-specific stadium plan to go with it. I bet there was a lot of nail-biting from the MLS and MLSE offices once the franchise was awarded to Toronto.

I was present at that first home game in 2007. It was a chilly April afternoon and I had made the trip with my buddy Daddio, the tickets being a Christmas gift from Laura. I knew the game was sold out, but I didn’t quite know what to expect. If anything I expected the typical Toronto crowd from Leafs and Jays games that sit on their hands. Boy was I wrong.

MLSE made the brilliant decision of assigning a section of the stadium to the most hardcore fans, the Red Patch Boys. These fans, many also associated to The Voyageurs, took the bull by the horns and created an atmosphere I had only experienced in European football stadiums and during the NHL playoffs (actually, it was better than the NHL playoffs). Singing, drumming, chanting, throwing streamers onto the field – they made a 1-0 defeat feel like a resounding victory. They showed everyone what an organized group of supporters could create, something North America is not used to (except for college football). BMO field became the story that day, and has continued to offer the best soccer atmosphere in North America. No one even comes close.

The success of Toronto FC is what has me optimistic about soccer’s chances in other non-traditional Canadian markets. I’ll have more on this in the future, but the tide is turning in this country, and the old guard better be on alert because the cliché, go-to put downs are becoming moot and their worst fears – a soccer renaissance in Canada – are coming true.

Soccer Pimp: Hooray! (I think?)

Wednesday, March 18th, 2009 | Author:

And so the next frontier in Canadian soccer history has been breached: Vancouver will join MLS in 2011. They will join Toronto FC as the other Canadian entry in what is (in theory) an American soccer league (although with Montréal and Ottawa in the on deck circle, how far can we really be from a true North American league?).

Part of me is thrilled that Canada gets another top level professional soccer club to cheer on, but I can’t help but feel that this was Montréal’s time to get a franchise. The Impact have already built a soccer-specific stadium and fill it regularly for a team in a lower division than MLS. They recently filled Olympic Stadium with over 55,000 fans for a CONCACAF Champions League match (and would have done it again had the Impact not choked spectacularly down in Mexico!). They have strong ownership in the Saputo brand and are deeply involved in the community. Plus let’s get real: Canadian or not, Vancouver is 5,000 kilometers away, making it cheaper for me to see a match in Columbus, or New York, or Boston.

It will potentially mean more MLS soccer on television and increased media coverage, and that’s always a good thing. It will heighten the rivalry with Toronto FC, and make the Voyageurs Cup more competitive (now the Impact will have to defeat two MLS teams to represent Canada in the Champions League, not just one). It will pave the way to more Canadian teams joining the league. These are the positives. But I can’t shake this feeling that Montreal got jobbed.

Montreal seemed well on it’s way to be the next MLS team just a short year ago. It made the shortlist of potential expansion cities and all logic pointed to the awarding of a franchise in La Belle Province. So what happened?

The sequence of events is troubling. At first, all the right things on both sides were being said. “Great city, no brainer, foregone conclusion”, etc, etc. Then at a press conference, MLS commissioner Don Garber announced that Montreal had withdrawn its expansion bid. This caught everyone by surprise, including Impact owner Joey Saputo, who denied anything of the sort! A few days went by and the right things were being said again: “Next round of expansion, tickets prices were an issue,”etc. The pricing thing made sense, since the Impact have prided themselves on low ticket prices that make the Impact an ideal family outing, and MLS have minimum ticket prices that could be difficult for Impact fans to stomach. That’s fine. But was this the real reason, or was the veil being dropped over our eyes?

It’s difficult to tell, but remember that George Gillett (pictured, right), owner of the Montreal Canadiens and Liverpool FC, has made it known he’d love an MLS franchise. It’s not out of the realm of possibility that Don Garber is much less comfortable with a French-Italo-Canadian-cheese and Jos Louis maker than with a WASP Texas businessman with much deeper pockets that would immediately link his MLS club to the storied Liverpool FC.

If I’m right, and this is what truly happened, it would be quite unfair to the Saputo family. They have nurtured the soccer culture in Montreal from its embryonic stage to the solid franchise it is today. To have the rug swept from under them by a swaggering cowboy would be sad indeed.

But hey, today is day of celebration for Vancouver and its Whitecaps. Canadian soccer is a winner today. Let’s keep this momentum going and hope Vancouver can be as wild about their soccer team as Toronto ended up being.

Soccer Pimp: Celebrate in style

Monday, March 09th, 2009 | Author:

I thought this was just too good to pass up.

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Soccer Pimp: Loser’s Lament

Friday, March 06th, 2009 | Author:

The first smile to cross my face this morning happened when I thought of myself sitting at Skydome tomorrow, watching the World Baseball Classic. The second smile appeared when the shuffle on my iPod offered me Hawksley Workman‘s Piano Blink. The rest of the commute was spent with a frown as I replayed the second half of the Impact-Santos Laguna match from last night in my head.

As I wrote yesterday, all the Impact had to do to progress to the semi-final round of the CONCACAF Champions League was not lose by 3 or more. This turned out to be a bridge too far for John Limniadis’ valiant squad.

The Mexican champions got off to a quick start, netting a goal within 15 minutes. I lost a bit of hope at this point as it seemed that Santos were far superior to the Impact, a much different team than the one we saw at Olympic Stadium. My St. Thomas moment was fleeting, however, as the Impact quickly put together two goals and carried that lead into the half. As that second goal went in, I lifted my arms in victory but also in shock. It would not be the last shocking moment of the evening.

For those not familiar with the aggregate system in soccer, this basically meant that because of Montréal’s 2-0 win back home last week, Santos had to score 4 goals in the second half to win the quarterfinal. Here’s what I wrote on my Facebook page: “Ottawa Sports Guy is watching in disbelief as it seems the Impact are on their way!”. What happened next will go down as one of the worst collapses in sports that I’ve ever witnessed.

When you’re essentially up by four goals in soccer, it is perfectly natural to assume a defensive posture and let the action come to you, breaking up any attempt to score. Eleven men committed to this last night. Eleven others committed themselves to the opposite endeavour. Unfortunately, when a northern team travels to Central America in what becomes a battle of endurance, the weathered latin team’s legs usually win out. It was no different on this night.

Wave after wave of attack beat down on the Impact’s 18 yard box as Santos laid siege to the Montreal goal. For a while, the Impact were resolute in destroying whatever creativity was flung upon them. Right place, Right time, that kinda thing. Then the goals came. By the 90th minute, the score was 3-2 Santos and it looked like an Impact victory as we waited for the fourth official to signal the amount of stoppage time. The electronic board was raised above his head and flashed “4″. Where he found four minutes, I’ll never know. More on this later.

By this time, there were 11 white Impact jerseys jammed into the tight space of the 18-yard box. Their legs were visibly tired, and it seemed as though they hoped to build some sort of impenetrable wall to keep the ball out for four long, arduous minutes. The first goal went in, and the Santos players rushed back across the halfway line to get the game started again. It was too much for the tired Impact defenders. The last goal went in as the crowd went absolutely bonkers. If I wasn’t cheering for the Impact I would have allowed myself a smile. Instead I sat in my La-z-boy in complete shock, my heart sinking into the pit of my stomach. How in the world had this turned into a Bill Simmonsgut-punch” game?

At a certain point in the second half, the referee lost the plot. A Santos player merited a red card on two incidents in the same sequence, for lifting his spikes at an incoming challenge and then raising his hands to the face of the defender when he called him on his intent to injure. All he got was a yellow, yet the rulebook is black and white about striking an opposing player’s face with your hand. Then referee failed to call a penalty on the Santos keeper after he brought down the Impact striker in the box. Should have been a penalty shot, and Santos went straight back down the field and scored. And then there was the four minutes of stoppage time. Another dubious CONCACAF officiating decision that favours a Central Amercian team. Shameful, that. Now you know why I titled this thread “Loser’s Lament”.

All in all, we’ll all have to take a deep breath and forget this unforgettable evening, instead remembering the year the Impact went on their improbable run to the quarterfinal of this prestigious competition and made Canada proud.

The first 2009 Voyageurs Cup match in Montreal takes place May 20th against Vancouver Whitecaps. Road trip, Waffle-Man?

Soccer Pimp: Journey to Torreon

Thursday, March 05th, 2009 | Author:

Last week I undertook a daring mid-week there and back again adventure to Montréal, in order to take in a historic moment in Canadian soccer history. The Impact were playing the first leg of a home-and-home quarterfinal match against Santos Laguna, the champions of last season’s Mexican domestic league.

History was being made on the pitch, as Montréal was representing Canada’s first entry in the CONCACAF Champions League, and doing so with aplomb. After securing the right to represent Canada by winning the Voyageurs Cup (a mini-tournament that took place over the length of the summer with Canada’s other two notable professional teams, Vancouver Whitecaps and Toronto FC), they bowled over most of their opposition originating from clubs in Mexico, Guatemala and Trinidad & Tobago to reach the present quarterfinal stage.

History was also being made off the pitch with Olympic Stadium being reincarnated as a soccer mecca, attracting 55,571 of my closest friends. That ranked as the third highest attendance for a soccer match in the country, all-time.

Having arrived near the stadium in plenty of time before kickoff, we were nonetheless delayed from entering the venue due to a catastrophic lack of planning by organizers. It was no secret that the house was going to be rocking with a 50,000+ crowd, but organizers did nothing to facilitate the flow of humanity trying to get into the stadium. No police directing traffic at major intersections, no parking attendants to direct us to the nearest available parking. The end result is that we stood still in traffic for an hour, missing 30 minutes of the first half and the first goal 5 minutes in, and that only because our lovely companions urged us to hand over parking duties to them so we could go ahead. Our eternal thanks, ladies.

Despite the inconvenience and frustration of the arrival, all those feelings melted away as we found our section (and removing some fairly large Mexican supporters who were squatting in our seats – good thing my buddy Karl is so intimidating!). Being part of such a large crowd, a SOCCER crowd no less, tends to make you forget your worries other than the peaks and valleys of the action unfolding before you.

The match was already 1-0 to the Impact when we arrived, and within a few moments we could tell that the Impact had a fantastic game plan and were executing it to perfection. The skill level of the opposing team was superior, but Montréal’s defend-and-counter strategy was too much for Santos Laguna to overcome. It almost seemed like the Mexican champions thought that by simply showing up the match was already won.

Adding a second half goal to make it 2-0, as well as having a keeper in Matt Jordan that dominated his area, was all the Impact needed to seal the first leg victory. The atmosphere was typical of a Montreal crowd: enthusiastic, passionate and in love with the big moment.

The return match is tonight in Torreon, Mexico in front of a hostile crowd and you can watch it at 10pm on CBC Bold or stream it at CBC.ca. Montréal will advance if the following happens:

  • Impact wins
  • Impact ties
  • Impact loses by 1
  • Impact loses by 2 but scores a goal

They’ve got one foot in the door already. Is it too early to dream of March 18th sold out semi-final match at the Big “O”?