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Not Your Average Day of Football PDF Print E-mail
Eduard Smit
Thursday, 02 August 2007

Eduard Smit: Not Your Average Day of FootballLOS ANGELES, California - In my last column I promised no more David Beckham puff. However, I would be remiss if I did not relate to you my experience at attending his unofficial debut with the L.A. Galaxy as they took on Chelsea at the Home Depot Center in the invitational World Series of Football.

There was nothing ordinary about this match day at the HDC. Instead of arriving the usual one hour before kickoff, we planned to come in three hours early. Take into account the fact that it was a full hour’s drive in L.A. traffic and that was it for the afternoon.

The wife and I thought we would have a quick lunch along the way. We decided to try this relatively new fast food Japanese place. Inside, a radio was playing pop music. Halfway through our meal the DJ announced the game.

“Better come early!” he says.

What? Pop radio stations announcing a football match? We looked at each other in disbelief. Are we still in the U.S.?

Traffic was lighter than usual this day and we made it to the stadium in record time. As we arrived we noticed a gaggle of blue shirts close to our usual entrance, surrounded by a knee-high white picket fence. Inside this odd enclosure were Chelsea fans, holding beers rather self-consciously.

The scene reminded me of the zoo. “And over here, the Chelskis. Notice how they all fit in this tiny enclosure. Chelskis are not a species that multiply as quickly as they wish they would. Native to the more comfortable environment of East London, Chelskis propagate primarily by spending as much cash as possible in the transfer market. This courtship display of financial strength tends to attract hostility more than fans. Pack leaders tend to hubris and conspiracy theories and respond to delusional names such as ‘special one’ and ‘god.’ Please do not feed them any celery as they will throw them back at you.”

Alright, alright, I’m a gooner. Sue me.

Off we go to the stadium store, halfway around the outside of the stadium. It was time for new jerseys. The missus was still wearing one two editions old and I refused to wear the pre-Beckham sashed version. In fact, for this day I just had to wear my Arsenal colors, with apologies to the Galaxy. A prominently placed Galaxy scarf placated my conscience. 

The store was, as expected, packed. At least there wasn’t a mile-long line like there was at the Becks presentation a week earlier. After half an hour of searching we came away with one of the new scarves. One lousy scarf. No Becks home jersey for the missus, no plain away jersey for myself. Clearly, the Galaxy store was not prepared for the demand. At this point in time Galaxy officials were gleefully announcing that they had sold over 250,000 Beckham jerseys. At $80 a pop, that is quite a chunk of change for an MLS club. Was this Beckham magic already working?

Just outside the store, the red carpet was all rolled out. A limousine had just disgorged its latest celebrities. The red carpet ended at the elevator that we usually take up to the stadium. No elevator this time. Not for us. Security, you know. We’re just a couple of fans, after all. We just pay the overpriced season tickets and carry advertising on our shirts. Too bad we didn’t bring our celebrity ID cards.

Inside, the sun beating down on our seats was intense. There was no way that we were hanging out there for an hour and a half. Off to the cooler parts of the stadium. It just so happens that the first cool place was directly overlooking the tunnel entrance. Well, here’s an opportunity to take some photos. Easier said than done.

Not much you can do with a compact digital camera at that distance. Instead of players and attractive people why don’t I focus on the banks of media tables occupying one corner of the concourse? Waste of time. I had no idea who these people were anyway, except to guess that they were mostly British and Japanese.

Down below was the Riot Squad, who, along with the Galaxians, are the two largest organized supporters clubs. Tame by most world football standards, they are a pretty vocal group. Their designated corner of the stadium is probably the only profanity sanctioned area at the HDC. All credit to the Galaxy management for unofficially accepting this in a “family-friendly” MLS stadium. I cannot tell you how many times I have had to hold my tongue lest I got tossed out on my ear for using an “offensive” word or gesture. How can anyone watch a football match and not hear any profanity?

Ironically, a few of the Riot Squad were wearing Chelsea blue jerseys. It certainly made me feel much better about wearing Gunner red. How does one get away with wearing the opponent’s colors while sitting at the home side’s supporter’s section? Only in America, I thought. The historical nature of U.S. football as the immigrant’s sport, the short history of professional football and the diversity of the population tends to lead people to identity crises at the stadium. Myself included.

Hanging out in this spot did have its unintended benefits. A few Britishers came up to me to acknowledge the Arsenal shirt I wore. I imagine there must have been hundreds of British fans that night that were not there for the visiting team. One, in particular, told me that he was a Manchester United supporter. He had come all the way from North Dakota just for this match.

“Not much football over there in North Dakota,” I quipped, while visions of the film Fargo and those bone-chilling temperatures danced in my head.

“No, that’s why I’m here,” he replied.

Some things you just don’t watch on television. Sometimes, especially in football, you have to be there. In 1999 Iran came to visit and play the United States in a rematch of their World Cup ’98 meeting in France. The Rose Bowl in Pasadena was packed. Over 80,000, predominantly Iranian fans, were in attendance. A large contingent came from London to watch their beloved Team Melli. You didn’t have to ask why they were there that day.

We talked some more about the old days of Arsenal and Man U and how he had been to Highbury, the Arsenal home for nearly a century. I was green with envy. My dream was to watch the Gunners at that hallowed ground. Now, I imagine, it’s just a pile of rubble. He said that I have to watch a match at the Emirates some day. Beautiful, he said. That was nice to hear from a follower of a team with the largest club stadium in England.

Finally, it was time for the match. Several days before, we already knew that the likelihood of Becks playing any meaningful minutes was pretty slim. That didn’t deter the sellout crowd, many of whom were at the Becks presentation. There were a reported 5,000 in attendance for that bit of glitz and glamour. A remarkable number since, aside from the media, only season ticket holders and VIP’s were invited.

Kickoff was later than scheduled. The usual cheer at the first kick was more excited than usual. Almost as excited as it got when Beckham came on to the pitch along with the substitutes. That entrance was quite surreal. Never in the history of football has a substitute received so much attention. The authorities had to set up a cordon around the bench so that photographers could take their snaps. Teammate Pete Vagenas looked like he wished he were somewhere else. The others on the bench were looking quite bemused by the whole thing.

So, on to the game. There wasn’t much in terms of expectations. The Galaxy had just received a 0-3 beating at the hands of Tigres of Mexico a few days earlier. That pitiful performance led some British reporters to dub the Galaxy a “pub team.” Much to the delight of the Galaxy faithful, and I hope the embarrassment of those reporters, the team had put aside that debacle and fought with pride. They managed to push Chelsea and nearly got the first goal on a header by Kyle Martino.

With the vastly superior personnel at their service, Chelsea naturally dominated possession. Still, Petr Cech had to make a spectacular save on an Abel Xavier header in the first half. Cech had to be at his best again to stop a Cobi Jones strike. Brave defending by Xavier and the rest of the team kept the Blues at bay until captain John Terry blasted home the only goal of the match in the 70th minute. The Galaxy continued to play their game and came close to an equalizer when Landon Donovan failed to put away an open header.

As entertaining as the match was, much of the attention was still focused on the former Merengue. Soon after Terry’s goal, a buzz came over the stadium. Becks was putting his boots on! If there was any doubt among the short-sighted, the big stadium screen showed a close-up of his feet. Yes, he’s going to play! A spontaneous chant of “Beckham, Beckham!” rang through the stadium. Our perennial seatmates, whom we have known since the inaugural year of MLS, shared a laugh with us. This was sheer lunacy. The man was just putting his shoes on, for Pete’s sake! I imagine not a few kids that day asked their parents to get them “those soccer shoes David Beckham was wearing.”

While Becks did his warm-up and disappearing act into the tunnel, only to emerge spectacularly a few minutes later, I continued my faithful rendition of the anti-Chelsea fan. From where I sat there wasn’t much I could shout out, but what I could, I did incessantly. For every bad pass made, every wayward strike and every non-call I had a derisive boo. It was especially fun calling on Didier Drogba to “dive, dive!” when he came into the box. When he tried his patented hand job on an escapada I was there to chant “there goes Chelsea…always cheating!” I just wanted the visitors to feel at home.

At one point close to the end, a Blues fan behind us, who had probably expected a thorough shellacking of the Galaxy, lost it and threw a wad of paper at me. Aw, did I hurt his feelings? A quick turnaround to identify the culprit, along with a loud questioning comment about his manhood elicited a few chuckles, but not the identity of the offender. No matter. I’ve had much worse. At a Mexico-USA match in the 90’s I had a bag of urine flung at me and my buddy. It would take a lot more than a wad of paper to shut this fan up.

Finally, Becks returns from the tunnel, coming in for Alan Gordon. The rest is twelve, or is it fifteen, much anticipated and over-reported minutes of Beckham football. Beckham, the consummate entertainer, would not disappoint the multitude of fans. No one who cares about the football more than the one man would have held it against him if he had decided to do the sensible thing and rest his ankle, but he was not going to disappoint the wider audience.

On the television news that night, a mother who had driven herself and her little kids over four hours to get to the stadium was asked if a few minutes of David Beckham was worth the trip. Without hesitation and with a big smile she answered yes, it was all worth it.

The reporter could have asked her kids what they thought about the whole thing.

“Did you like those Beckham shoes?”


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Comments (12) >> feed

Eduard S said: _

  RON, hope you caught some of last Saturday's classic at the Red Bulls. Becks' first 90 minutes in months.

James, it could not have been scripted better.

Jonas, MLS has some silly rules about cameras. I could still remind you about your suggestion come Xmas time.

Thanks for your comments!
August 20, 2007

Jonas Cruz said: _

  Hey...I think you can now justify a DSLR with a 300mm telephoto! I recommend a Nikon! =)
August 20, 2007

James Wilson said: _

  ... and he bends it in!!! Eduard I'm sure you went crazy when Becks made that free kick.
August 16, 2007

RON said: _

  Can't wait to see a fully recovered Becks back in the pitch..
August 13, 2007

Eduard S said: _

  Alex, the misis learned pretty early on not to come along for a USA-Mexico match.

Jenna, I'm honored to have a film star visit. Love your work. ;-)

Thank you, both.
August 07, 2007

Jenna Jameson said: _

  Good article.
August 07, 2007

Alex Puno said: _

  Hey Eduard. Enjoyed your article and nice personal touch. Good thing the misis wasn?t with you at the USA-Mexico game?or was she? Didn?t realize the lengths and suffering fans go through for their team. Maybe Posh will agree to a personal interview.
August 06, 2007

Eduard S said: _

  Ting, lately I've done a lot of suffering for the Galaxy. It's only right that you join me.

Antonio, that's just my skill in ESP stuff. That really was me in your head.

Ruud, you mentioned Arsenal in the same line with Man U?! You're lucky we're related, bro. :-) We're all proud of SEA's representatives at the Asian Cup. The Phils. will rise again. No doubt about it!

Peter, fortunately, the logistics of preparing that other kind of bomb are daunting. Although, the food at the L.A. Coliseum can make it a lot easier. I was proud to share that moment with you. How we suffer for football!

Thank you all for your responses.
August 03, 2007

Peter Young said: _

  Great reporting, Eduard. But did you have to bring up that urine bomb that was thrown at us at that U.S.A. Mexico match? I was grateful it wasn't a shit bomb.
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A. Rudolf Smit said: _

  You are a good reporter bro but would be better if your reporting is for a television network or radio live. Enjoyed the write-up. Although for us here in Indonesia all the brouhaha on Beckham in the States is too much. Commercialism at its best! Beckham has a lot of fans here too just like in any other country, not for his looks but for his banana shots and accurate passing which begin to fade. LA Galaxy would be a good last stop for Beckham before retiring. He needs more money for his school, I guess. But his Galaxy stint may put an end to his marriage to Posh Spice. Look out for this latest gossip though.
Being an Arsenal fan, good for you. I am a sucker for the red color - MU, Liverpool, Arsenal. Of course I like blue too but not the one worn by Didier Drogba. Anyway, Arsenal will be a force to reckon the coming season. By the way, what happens with Phil. soccer? Rise up man. Get back the glory of the past. Indonesia is trying hard, so should my brothers in the Phils.
August 03, 2007

Antonio Programmer said: _

  Hey Eddie,
That's a fine pix you got there. I enjoyed the pix very much. Oh and the article, too. Do you know something funny with me? Normally I'd "hear" a voice resembling mine when I read online article. However, this time that voice sounds unmistakenly like yours, with accent, manner and everything. It's very weird that I was looking at the words but actually seeing/hearing you "speaking" the words to me. LOL.

Hey I'll sure become alot more active in football once WC happens.

A.
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Ting Delfino said: _

  .. Eduard, I might as well suffer through a Galaxy home game with you so that I can test out my new lens, right? Would be better than that compact digital camera that you have... ;-)
August 03, 2007
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