The U.S. and Britain tied at 1-1 in their showdown at the World Cup.
It was indeed a piteously shameful moment for the poor fellow, Robert Green. He let an easy one get by him:
Green, 29, winning only his 11th England cap after being preferred to the vastly more experienced David James, will be haunted for the rest of his career by the mistake when he failed to routinely stop a low, bouncing 25-metre shot from Clint Dempsey after 40 minutes.
He reacted in horror as the ball squirmed out of his grasp and bounced away from him as he tried to prevent it crossing the line, crouching in abject mortification as it rolled into the back of the net to cancel out Steven Gerrard’s fourth minute opener for England.
“It’s one of those freak things that happens — plenty of people have been talking about the ball this week. It shocked us a bit, but we’ll get behind Robert,” said Gerrard.
Evidently, this ball being used for the Whirled Cup games has a reputation for being a bit wonky.
– – – – – – – – –
Players have been complaining. (Sounds similar to our problems with bizarre voting machines, but that’s another story)
However bizarre, the goal was one the U.S. deserved after battling their way back into the match after Gerrard gave his side a dream start in the first World Cup meeting between the sides since the U.S. stunned England 1-0 in the 1950 World Cup.
Wow. Poor Britain. I wonder if the Americans are busy pouring beer on one another’s heads and reciting “Mighty Casey at the Bat”? The terminology doesn’t quite fit, since it’s a baseball poem, but the dirge-like mood sure does, at least for Brits:
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light.
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville – mighty Casey has struck out.
Meanwhile, many of the fans are going deaf. It’s all the fault of the damnable vuvuzela trumpet.
[It]…might be synonymous with South African fans, but not everyone can stand the din and Cape Town shops report they are running out of “vuvu-stopper” earplugs.
Vuvuzelas can record noise levels of up to 130 decibels, compared to the 100 produced by a chainsaw, and it seems many people need some peace.
“I could have sold 300 pairs of earplugs yesterday if I’d had the stock, and the same today, but I’ve only got 200 pairs and that’s just about finished,” [said] one local shopkeeper…
The earplugs, marketed as the “Vuvu-Stop”, have a label on the back of the packet which reads: Highly effective noise reduction. Uses include soccer, rugby, or for couch potatoes to block out your wife’s moaning.”
Well, I do hope the Lurker stops in to tell me what ESPN is doing about this. They were so sure America would deservedly lose. Must be a lot of suppressed rending of garments and gnashing of teeth. It’s almost enough to make me wish we had a TV just to watch them squirm.
I said “almost”. The only other thing that moves me to almost want a TV is the prospect of being a screen witness on the day Obama hands over the keys to the White House to his successor in 2013.