LONDON -- The biggest goal ever scored by an American? That honor probably belongs to Paul Caligiuri, whose "Shot Heard 'Round the World" against Trinidad and Tobago in 1989 sent the U.S. to its first World Cup in 40 years.
Kasey Keller has been arguably the most important figure in U.S. soccer over the past 15 years. Now he's practically begging for a job in Major League Soccer. The worst part of it is, the national-team keeper has resorted to making his own calls.
BUENOS AIRES, Argentina -- Guillermo Barros Schelotto is on his way to Major League Soccer. The Argentine superstar will join the Columbus Crew on a one-year deal with an option for a second year that will be announced this week, according to his representative Gustavo Goñi.
Here we go again. Major League Soccer starts up another season this weekend. Somebody get a hold of Hank Williams Jr., play him a clip of a South American goal call, and let's get ready for some fútbol. The real kind.
A superstar Mexican with diminished yet first-rate skills, beloved for his national team accomplishments. A large city with a burgeoning Mexican population. A league trying desperately to lure Mexican eyes onto its Americanized product.
Remember a few months ago when everyone was wringing their hands and scratching their heads in the wake of the debacle in Deutschland? We were like a flock of Chicken Littles, running amok and scared that the sky was going to fall and the entire soccer movement was going to be trampled by the brutal realities of the international game, as if we had forgotten those brutal realities after the successes of 2002.
LOS ANGELES -- His phone began ringing well before the sun rose above the Home Depot Center. Before "the news" began trickling over sports wires. Before Major League Soccer officially started living up to the first two words of its name. It rang and rang and rang. It never stopped.
British soccer star David Beckham says he wants to become a part of American history. The 31-year-old former captain of the English soccer team has signed a five-year, reported $250 million deal with the Los Angeles Galaxy of Major League Soccer.
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about Fulham striker Brian McBride and what it means to American soccer that this square-jawed kid from Illinois is enjoying a season to remember in England. But a few readers got their knickers in a twist because I wrote that he's not the kind of player fans will love. They will cheer for him, admire him, aspire to be like him. But they do not want to be him because he's a craftsman, a very fine one, but he's not an artist, and history belongs to the artists.
Soccer's World Cup starts Friday, and I will spend way too much time watching it on TV (with all the weekday games airing during East Coast working hours, this may cause problems). My son and I will even fly to Germany for a couple of games, and I could easily fill page after Web page with half-informed rantings about the Netherlands' inscrutably brilliant coach, England's dorky new star, and the USA's balding-but-spry goalie. But I won't.
When Marcia Karyo first met Andy Williams over dinner with mutual friends while vacationing in Jamaica seven years ago, strangers pointed at the young man in the group, screaming "Bomma!" Women swooned.