The World Cupís pretty damn sweet. I totally dig the USA National Team; theyíre fucking tough ass motherfuckers. Kind of remind me of Rocky Balboa, in fact if one could pin a cultural icon to this football team, Rocky would fit like a glove. They are low profile iron-spirited blue collar workers. Just as Rocky on the movies used to receive a battering beat and always coming forward broken-brow, blood soaked to a heroic emotional redeeming climax, this USA team bears that "eye of the tiger" and same pugilistic iron heart.
An enlightening and freshening example of European mentality lacking even among Europeans on the present tournament, a true noble savage tall and proud, clean from the mediocrity sickness so common among the current crop of bureaucrats, math-speculators and third world passive indifference so fashionable in todayís world football.
Itís surprising to see how one of the nations more traditionally alien to football have become one of the keepers of that joyful spirit that once permeated this sport. Not coincidentally, the "star-spangled banner crew" is no longer the only internationalist team in competition, for almost every other national football team on the Cup bears members of adopted nationalities. Long gone are the days when the Germans were blonde and the English had pride. Letís welcome the days of the noble brute punching its way upward through dead castes of a once reigning hierarchy. Today Bill Clinton present at the match that USA won 1-0 against Algeria, jumped, clapped and danced at the blow of the ďvuvuzelaĒ after Landon Donovanís heroic winning goal.
He probably secretly celebrated multicultural race-mixing and globalist consumerism evident in every corner of the world and every cultural event such as the South Africa 2010 World Cup.
Once upon a time for us lovers of this sport, we could see and celebrate the differences between an African and a German, a Japanese and a Danish on a common clash of a football match where genetic strengths and weaknesses would become evident. Good old days sadly gone. Now Germans bear Turkish last names and Japanese and Koreans seem interchangeable.
I wish Team USA good fortune in this tournament. A football unit composed of white Americans, Chicanos and Afro-Americans who together like Rocky Balboa, poise a brawling ambition and combative mentality that today seems the apex of idiosyncratic values (in the context of football) the world has to offer among nations of lost or broken traditions observable even on a football match.