Petit Hombre

Pictured to the left is Jonah Blum, one of the US team's rising fans
and a true developing soccer mind in the Atlanta suburbs. Recently, I was able to get a few minutes of his time.
MK: Jonah, your thoughts on the US's world cup flameout ?
JB: nuzzhhh... zabab zzababa
MK: So, it sounds like you're blaming Arena for the team's lacklustre performance...
JB: unga... zabbbab... zhhss (biting sock)
MK: Strong words, indeed. Do you think he can be successful with RBNY?
JB: nnaapppzaz dugaduga mpat
MK: Well said. On to the next question. Freddy Adu.. ready for Europe ?
JB: Brilliant...I've authentically been impressed with Fredinho this year. He's adjusting on the pitch to the withdrawn striker spot, and is reading passing lanes well. Novak has succeeded in teaching him better defensive awareness and technique. Before, he was just out there to impress everyone. And, lest we forget.. the lad is only bloody 17!
MK: Where do you see him ending up ?
JB: uaannns zapa nahng nhanb.
MK: There you have it.

In the hours leading up to Sunday's final, I did my best to get my Italian on. I downloaded the Pavarotti "Funiculi Funicula" from Napster, I listened to my Putamayo 'Italian Odyssey' CD and wore my black AC Milan jersey. That I watched the game at a neighborhood sports bar in Timonium, Maryland is inconsequential. I was about 65% agreed on going to the Little Italy neighborhood of Baltimore after the game, if the Azzuri won. When they did, I started heading downtown. I figured it would be a fun memory; I could honk my horn, see some flags and get some gelati. Well, my wife called while I was on my way. She was OK with me going, but she wanted to be able to go to dinner before we saw my brother's family for dessert. So, I turned around and we got sushi. I'm Ok with that; my wife trumps my World Cup interests, but I read a piece in today's Baltimore Sun about people rooting in Little Italy - I wished I'd known that before.
After a long and unprecedented series of evaluations, I am happy to be the first site on the blogosphere to report the next manager of the USMNT. It is no other than Ginger Tompkins, (pictured). Some might know Ginger for his uncanny goalkeeping ability, having bested such competition as Hugh Jass. Others have mentioned his uncanny resemblance to British comedian Benny Hill, which is merely speculative. Regardless, Ginger brings a wealth of experience, knowledge and a great red afro to the US Men's Team. Stay tuned - there's more to come.


So, we're down to four - Portugal, Italy, France and Germany. Much has been written about Brazil's loss to France, so I won't comment too much but to say that I'm really surprised. I had told anyone who would listen that the tournament was Brazil's to lose. I didn't put much weight in the theory that Brazil can't win big games in Europe, until now. And, I saw potential weaknesses in all of the other teams, save maybe Argentina.
