In the end, it was Germany. It was always Germany, at this World Cup, ever since they smashed Portugal to pieces 4-0 in their first group game. There were stutters – a surprising draw against Ghana, extra time needed to get past Algeria – but the enduring memory of this World Cup will be the ten-minute blitzkrieg that the Germans loosed on Brazil in the semifinal.

It ended up taking them 113 minutes to break through against Argentina, surprising given the flow of the game. The Argentines were again content to rely on their defense and the occasional counterattacking parrying thrust, not a bad ploy when your weapon is Lionel Messi. Germany hit the post and goofed up several other good chances, a sign of nerves that hadn’t been there all tournament for the country most known by the phrase “ruthlessly efficient,” but Mario Gotze’s goal – astonishingly good – was always on its way. Argentina had the ball in the net from an offside Gonzalo Higuain in the first half, but otherwise did not manage to place a single shot on goal in the entire game. Germany had two-thirds of the possession, and completed 716 passes to Argentina’s 436; it’s safe to say that the better team won this game.

Here are the things we will remember most about the World Cup that was – besides that astonishing 7-1 Germany win over Brazil in the semifinals, which four years from now will be the only thing that most of us remember:

  • Robin Van Persie’s soaring diving header against Spain – the first of five Netherlands goals against the defending champions, and the moment that marked the end of the road for the team that had won seemingly every tournament it had entered for more than half a decade.
  • The cavalier joy of Colombia’s James Rodriguez, who led the tournament with six goals – and who in the process touched off six excellent group-dance celebrations, taught everyone that his name is pronounced with a soft beginning ‘j’, and scored the tournament’s best goal. He was the World Cup’s breakout player on the World Cup’s breakout team, and there are more than a few people who will be picking Colombia four years from now.
  • Costa Rica winning a penalty shootout against Greece in the first knockout round, the crowning moment for the only underdog in the quarterfinals. Los Ticos surprised us all by beating Uruguay and Italy and winning group D; it was their most successful World Cup ever.
  • Luis Suarez cementing his hard-won status as the most hated man in soccer. Biting? Again? Really?

Of course, for us American fans, that’s a list that’s missing more than a few moments. We’ll remember Clint Dempsey’s dream start against Ghana. We’ll remember John Brooks’s holy-crap-what-did-I-just-do goal celebration after scoring the game-winner in the same game. We’ll remember Jermaine Jones being a wrecking ball for the entire tournament, and scoring an astonishing goal against Portugal; we’ll remember the knife in the heart as Portugal scored in the final seconds. We’ll remember the absurdity of cheering for a 1-0 loss to Germany, and the wonder of everything Tim Howard did against Belgium, hauling the USA into a game they didn’t belong in.

And now, we wait four more years.

We’re headed to Russia, next time around, and the Russians have five or six stadiums to build, so you can expect a repeat of the coverage that led up the Sochi Olympics. Expect terrible cost overruns and delayed construction schedules, and funny pictures of missing seats or dual toilets, all of which will be completely forgotten once soccer starts.

Depending on the host city, the games will be between eight hours and eleven hours ahead of Central time, so you can also prepare yourself for plenty of morning starts, as fans. A 7pm game in Moscow would start at 10am, here; a noon game in Yekaterinburg would begin at 1am our time. I suggest just planning ahead and taking all of June 2018 off of work.

Goodbye, World Cup. Come back, World Cup. Until we meet again, you will be missed.

One final World Cup aside: Below are the picks that Star Tribune columnist Michael Rand, Minnesota United head coach Manny Lagos, and I made before the World Cup began. This is from the June 12 edition of the Star Tribune. I post it, of course, because I nailed everything but the number of goals that Germany scored in the final. Feeling pretty good about this, of course.

NOTE: This appeared at SoccerCentric.


I think the guys on the podcast are just letting me talk about soccer to be nice, but it’s fun all the same.

It would probably wrong to say that, once the Argentina-Netherlands semifinal went to extra time, it was always heading for penalty kicks. It would be more correct to say that, from the moment the game kicked off, it was heading for penalty kicks.

Argentina seemed cautious, like a football coach that runs the ball on third down and is determined to win the game through excellent punting. The Netherlands, meanwhile, seemed determined mostly to go backwards to the goalkeeper, apparently reasoning that if they kept all of their players in their own half, the Argentines were unlikely to score.

Gonzalo Higuain had a couple of good chances for Argentina, but missed. The Dutch, meanwhile, ended the game with one shot on goal in two hours, and that from Arjen Robben, 25 yards out and straight at the keeper.

The fireworks of Germany beating Brazil 7-1 aside, this is what semifinals and finals are often like – cautious, reserved, with each team determined to avoid the mistake that might send them out of the tournament. I suppose that there are defenders who enjoyed the game from the first minute to the 121st, pointing out excellent defending from Pablo Zabaleta on one side and Ron Vlaar on the other. The rest of us, though, spent much of the game checking our watches and stifling yawns, like parents trapped at a eleventh-grade production of “Waiting for Godot.” It had to end on penalties. Vlaar missed his, as did Wesley Sneijder, and all four Argentines scored, ended by Maxi Rodridguez, who seems like he’s been around forever but is just 33.

For all of the Netherlands’ attacking flair in the group stage, they finished the tournament with four consecutive hours of soccer without scoring; for all of the Lionel Messi-led power of Argentina, they have now managed just two goals in their three knockout-round games.

It is better to look forward to the final, I suppose – Germany and Argentina meeting for the third time in a World Cup championsihp, after an Argentine victory in 1986 and West Germany returning the favor four years later. At the moment, Germany appear to be the favorites – especially given that Argentina has now played two overtime games in nine days, and has to have very little left in the tank, while Germany basically played a half-hour on Tuesday against Brazil.

Can Messi, or Higuain, or Sergio Aguero, turn things around on Sunday (2pm on ABC)? Or is Germany simply unstoppable? If nothing else, let us hope and pray not to have another game like this one.

NOTE: This appeared at SoccerCentric.

We are always interested in the doings of former Minnesota soccer executive Djorn Buchholz, and he is on the move again. Louisville City FC, which will start play in USL Pro next year as an affiliate of new MLS side Orlando City, will announce today that Buchholz is the team’s new president.

“I just can’t stay in one spot,” he said, jokingly. “You’ve got to go where the opportunities are, you know?”

Last year, Buchholz left Minnesota to take a job as Director of Fan Experience with Sporting Kansas City, which gave us an opportunity to look back at his Minnesota career. In summary: Buchholz was the Minnesota Thunder’s general manager until the team folded, left for a year to run the Austin Aztex, then returned to take over the Minnesota Stars, when they were owned by the NASL and unable to find an owner. It is due in no small part to his effort that Minnesota has a pro soccer team today.

Now, he’s headed back to the lower divisions of American soccer – and he’s back in charge of an organization, perhaps where he’s most comfortable. “It seems like the right move,” he said. “I think this club has got aspirations to go to MLS. Building a team from scratch is something I’ve never done before; I’ve helped resurrect a team, and taken over a team, but this seems like a challenging opportunity for me. Long term, I want to be potentially running an MLS team. I thoroughly enjoyed my time in Kansas City, and I’ve learned a ton, and what an amazing organization to work for – but there’s a lot of things I’ve missed that I’ve been able to do in my previous career.”

The move takes him back to the organization that hired him in 2010, when he was the Austin CEO. The Aztex moved to Florida to become Orlando City in 2011, and with the start of the new MLS franchise next year, will move again to Louisville, with Orlando minority owner Wayne Estopinal owning the team.

The club will play in Louisville Slugger Field, the home of the AAA Louisville Bats, and while playing in another team’s baseball stadium presents a set of challenges, Buchholz is looking on the positive side. “The stadium is right downtown, which is something we always wanted in Minnesota,” he said. “I think you’ve got advantages like that. You’re walking into a market where there isn’t an expectation for what pro soccer is. There’s no preconceived expectations, so being able to create an experience for people that they didn’t expect and that goes above and beyond what they were expecting to experience, that’s one of the most exciting things about Louisville.”

As much as anything, it’s that opportunity to create a culture – like in Minnesota – that Buchholz couldn’t pass up. “When I came back [to Minnesota] the second time in 2011, we created a soccer culture in and around that venue,” he said. “There was a buzz, and that was done without a lot of resources. Well, there’s some resources in Louisville. I’m excited to walk in and have the resources that we need to create a club that’s going to be top-notch.”

Buchholz helped save Minnesota soccer on a shoestring. It’ll be very interesting to see what he can build – with actual resources, this time – in Louisville.

NOTE: This appeared at SoccerCentric.

I had a meeting at 3:00, like a regular working stiff. I made jokes about watching the World Cup in the meeting room, but ultimately we decided we had better do work stuff.

After a half-hour, he could stand the buzzing of his phone no longer. He checked. His eyes widened.

“It’s 5-0,” he said.

“No it’s not,” I said.

“People keep texting me.”

“It is not 5-0. It just isn’t.”

This was not supposed to happen. Not to Brazil. Not in Brazil.

Brazil is, in the estimation of most, the greatest soccer country on earth. Even when they are not good, when their defending is suspect and they don’t seem interested in playing as a team, they are still Brazil, and at any moment they may produce some bamboozling piece of soccer that will put their opponents to the sword. This is how they have won five World Cups and the last three Confederations Cups and four of the last six Copas America: they are Brazil. They always win.

And even if you don’t believe that, they are Brazil, at home, and at home Brazil always wins. They had a winning streak in competitive home matches that dates back to 1975. They don’t lose at home, Brazil. They just don’t.

This, though, is what Germany does: they ruin things.

Germany is always the team that nobody likes at the World Cup. Not because they aren’t good – they always are, having not finished outside the top eight since 1938 – and not even because they don’t play good soccer, as you can see from this edition, which produced some glorious attacking against Brazil. It’s just that they wear black, and always are good. If you were being nice, you’d say they are the Yankees. If you were not being nice, you would call them Darth Vader, and in fact you cannot write that without thinking of stormtroopers and all of the German military connotations of that word, which probably also go a long way towards explaining why Germany is always the team that nobody likes.

And so on one side you have Brazil, all samba and Neymar and dancing and futbol! and fun. And then there is Germany. You can imagine Thomas Muller as the bad guy in a kids’ movie; he would be the one who stabs the Brazilians’ soccer ball with a knife in the first act, and then laughs a German laugh, oh ho ho ho ho!, complete with mirthless, haunting eyes.

Which is, sort of, what he did on the field. His goal from a corner gave Germany the lead, and it was followed by four more in six minutes – the ageless Miroslav Klose, Toni Kroos, Kroos again, Sami Khedira, and suddenly all of us who had 3:00 meetings were having the same conversation and rushing back to our desks to find the highlights: What happened? Where is Brazil’s defense? Geez, where are Brazil’s players?

There will not be the epic Brazil-Argentina final that we all identified as a possibility on the day that the draw came out. Brazil will not exorcise the ghosts of 1950, when they lost the World Cup on home soil to Uruguay, except that those ghosts are now replaced with the modern figures of Muller and Klose and Kroos. And the protest-torn country will not come together for one triumphant sporting moment; we’ll be left with the hundreds of tearful Brazilians in the stands, sobbing for the end of something they, and we, took for granted: Brazil, at home.

This is what Germany does: they ruin things.

NOTE: This appeared at SoccerCentric.

The USA could have won their game against Belgium. Chris Wondolowski nearly scored in stoppage time, skewing his shot wide with only the goalie in front of him (though he may have been called offside); after falling behind 2-0 in extra time, Julian Green scored for the USA, and gave the Americans hope of tying the game and winning on penalty kicks, which Clint Dempsey nearly pulled off from a set piece.

It all could have happened. Tim Howard was massive in goal, making 16 saves, the most of a keeper in recorded World Cup history. Belgium dominated the game, for sure, but the USA refused to break for all of regulation, and we got to hope.

Heart-breaking? No. Belgium deserved the win, deserved the two goals they got in extra time, and deserve to play Argentina this weekend in the quarterfinals. But heart-stopping? You had better believe it.

It is possible to find small moral victories all over the field in the USA’s performance – Howard, Green’s goal, everything DeAndre Yedlin did. And it is also possible to dismiss the Belgium win as a simple equation: Belgium is better than the USA because they have better players, all over the field, and a win for America would have been an upset. And it is also possible to appreciate the Americans’ tenacity to come back, after being dead and buried in extra time, to manage to haul themselves back into the game one more time.

Nevertheless, it’s disappointing to be here, again, as an American fan. With four years between World Cups, when another one rolls around, it’s tempting to believe that this is the year of the breakthrough. This is the year that America finally finds itself, and begins to realize the promise that the team has showed for years. Even when all evidence is to the contrary – we are still short on good players – it’s always worth a hope that somehow the team can come together and find that missing something to make a run.

It all seemed possible in 2002, when the USA outplayed Germany in the quarterfinals but lost 1-0. 2006 was a horrible disappointment, and 2010 was one late Landon Donovan goal away from going the same way. Twelve years on, American fans were looking for some idea that things were on the upswing.

We’ll have the days and weeks to come to unpack that, of course. We can remember valiant defeats to Germany and Belgium, two awfully good teams, and the draw against Portugal that should have been a win, and the Americans overcoming Ghana despite being outplayed.

Or, we can remember that the USA was second-best against Ghana, Germany, and Belgium, and wasn’t good enough to hold on against Portugal. We can remember that, though the team got through the Group of Death, they did so with the second-worst possession statistics of any team in the tournament. For all of the hope of America finally asserting itself offensively, they really only did so in the middle hour of the Portugal match.

This World Cup was going to be a referendum on head coach Jurgen Klinsmann, a chance to judge the controversial coach. After this World Cup, it’s still unclear, and your opinion on the team as a whole may be geared to match your opinion on Klinsmann.

Ultimately, though, perhaps the best summation came from the goalie. “I don’t think we could have given any more,” said Howard after the game, and he was dead right. Talent aside, coaching aside, luck and hope and breakthroughs aside, ultimately that may be all that we as fans can really ask for.

NOTE: This appeared at SoccerCentric.

The first four teams in the quarterfinals are set, and it’s the four that most people expected to get through. The only surprising thing is how the four got there. A few thoughts:

Brazil 1, Chile 1 (Brazil wins on penalties 3-2): This is not the Brazil we thought we would see. We did not expect Brazil to score in the first half, concede a goal a quarter of an hour later, and then doggedly hang on through the remainder of the game and extra time in order to get to penalties. This is supposed to be the World Cup of samba, of verve and attacking and the expression of joy through futbol; it never crossed our minds that Brazil would need to hang on against Chile.

Then again, perhaps we’re just expecting too much from Brazil. They are still the tournament favorites, and are still three wins away from a seventh World Cup. Then again, they were the favorites in Germany and South Africa, too – they are perma-favorites – and they lost in the quarterfinals both times.

Colombia 2, Uruguay 0: Every World Cup has a breakout star, a player that maybe you knew about already, but who suddenly is possessed by the spirit of Pele and scores a bunch of goals. This year’s edition is Colombian winger James Rodriguez – it’s pronounced Hahm-ez – who scored both Colombian goals in the quarterfinals, bringing his tally up to five, the most in the tournament. If you have not yet seen his first goal, please go watch it; I suspect we will not see a better goal in the tournament.

I guarantee you that every fan of a club soccer team around the world has, at some point during this World Cup, gone to Rodriguez’s Wikipedia page to find out where he plays (Monaco, in the French league) and how old he is (just 22). They will have been disappointed to learn that Monaco paid 45 million Euros for him last season, in the top 20 highest transfer fees in history, making him too expensive for all but a handful of teams. But they will remember his name – if for no other reason, than to pronounce it correctly in the future.

Netherlands 2, Mexico 1: Giovani dos Santos scored an excellent goal, and it looked like Mexico might hold on – until a late Wesley Sneijder rocket tied the game, and an Arjen Robben dive in stoppage time fooled the referee into awarding the Dutch the game-deciding penalty. If this serves only to remind the world that Arjen Robben is absolutely the worst, then perhaps it’s still worth it. To sum up: Arjen Robben is the worst.

Let’s also spare a thought for Mexico, which – almost incredibly – lost in the first knockout round for the sixth consecutive World Cup. It’s like our neighbors to the south are doomed to forever be the 13th best team in world soccer: sure to qualify, good enough to progress, never good enough to go any farther.

Mexico has now been in the World Cup 15 times. They have made it to the knockout stage eight times. And in all that time, they have won ONE knockout-round game. By the time they get a chance to go for another, it’ll be 32 years since that win, at home against Bulgaria in 1986. Yikes.

Costa Rica 1, Greece 1 (Costa Rica win 5-3 on penalties): Costa Rica are the tournament’s happy underdog story, and we’re just so pleased to see it keep running for a few more days. Bryan Ruiz scored in the 52nd minute for Los Ticos, who then had Oscar Duarte sent off 14 minutes later. But the Costa Ricans exhaustedly withstood the Greece attack for an hour longer, even after Sokratis Papastathopoulos tied the game in stoppage time in regulation, and then somehow had the energy to score all five penalties to advance. Striker Joel Campbell in particular looked like he could barely walk up to take his penalty, but he scored.

Costa Rica’s reward is a quarterfinal against the Netherlands on Saturday, which is a poor reward. Still, during the game, the announcers told the story of the 1990 World Cup, the only other time Costa Rica made it through to the knockout round. Though they lost in the first game, upon their return to Costa Rica, they were given a heroes’ welcome; people came out of their houses and held up mirrors, as the team’s plane circled the country, and the players could see the reflection of a thousand points of light from all across the nation.

I don’t know what awaits the team upon their return to Costa Rica this year. The modern equivalent would probably be laser pointers, but that seems unsafe.

NOTE: This appeared at SoccerCentric.

I want to reassure you, soccer fans of Minnesota – especially those of you who might just be joining us, thanks to an exciting World Cup and the USA making it to the knockout round. Allow me to soothe your fevered brows: Minnesota will get a Major League Soccer team. When they will start play, no one knows; who will own the team is also undecided, as is where the team will take the field. But it’s happening. I’m convinced of it.

For all of Major League Soccer’s talk about franchise fees and expansion criteria, the league has been extremely pragmatic in placing its franchises. The league wanted to tap into the Pacific Northwest’s soccer culture, so it placed teams in Seattle, Vancouver, and Portland, despite the first two playing in cavernous football stadiums and the last playing in a converted baseball stadium. MLS wanted a second team in New York, and so New York City FC will begin play next year in Yankee Stadium, without a concrete plan to build a stadium of its own. The league wanted to get back into the Southeast, where two clubs folded in 2002, and so awarded teams to a smaller market in Orlando, to an NFL owner in Atlanta, and to a stadium-free, David Beckham-led bid in Miami.

Now, the league wants to spread across the country, to expand from its East Coast / West Coast / Texas footprint. The Southeast trio was a big part of that expansion. Adding another team in the center of the country, to go with Chicago and Kansas City, looks like it’s the next logical step. Combine that with the lure of a top-15 television market and the financial backing of the Twin Cities business community, and you begin to see why Minnesota, not San Antonio or Sacramento or Las Vegas, has been the focus of most of the next-franchise league rumors.

Nothing has been decided yet, though, and that’s because Major League Soccer would like to drop a team into a perfect situation in the Minneapolis-St. Paul market. Ideally, the league would like all of its teams to play in a soccer-specific stadium, in a downtown locale that’s accessible both by car and by public transit, in front of fans that have an affinity for the team and owned by a group that’s committed entirely to soccer. The league has never made any bones about this desire in every market they’ve gone into. They’ve achieved bits and pieces of this vision; twelve of the league’s 19 teams play in soccer-specific stadiums, although these tend to be in the suburbs and not downtown, and very few of the league’s teams have the disinterested corporate ownership that predominated in the MLS’s early days.

It remains possible that the league could check just about every one of their boxes in Minneapolis. Two decades of pro soccer support in Minnesota have now coalesced around Minnesota United FC, and almost ever since Dr. Bill McGuire purchased the team early in 2013, rumors have swirled about his desire to build a soccer-specific stadium in Minnesota. Talk of a stadium at the Farmer’s Market site in downtown Minneapolis has intensified, and other sites that would meet the team’s desires have been suggested. Any plan would not only require a site but also a financing plan, which could be difficult in a local market that has seen the approval of four new stadiums in the past ten years. But if McGuire – and any partners he might include in the team – could make a stadium plan a reality, it would appear, to me at least, that the team is a natural choice to become the next MLS franchise.

Should the plan fail to materialize, though, the league has a waiting backup plan in the Vikings. The team already has the downtown arena being built, albeit in the form of a Vancouver-style converted football stadium, and the Vikings’ latest public-relations push appears designed to convince both the league and local fans that the team is serious about being a committed MLS owner.

Many United fans are dead set against the idea of the Vikings owning a team, an anger that is the combination of a number of factors. For one, the fans fear the cheap, disinterested soccer ownership style that New England Patriots owner Bob Kraft, who also owns the New England Revolution in MLS, has made infamous. For another, fans of pro soccer in Minnesota are angry that the Wilfs did not step in to save their team while it was in years-long danger of being folded – even while simultaneously pushing the possibility of soccer in the new Vikings stadium.

Mostly, though, both local fans and MLS itself realize that there is still the possibility of that top-notch, soccer-focused experience coming to Minnesota, and that’s what they’re holding out for. If that doesn’t happen, I expect the league to once again be pragmatic, and announce the launch of a Vikings-backed team. But the league can afford to be patient, and wait to see if its best hopes become a reality.

I know it’s hard, soccer fans. But I think you just need to be patient, as well. I’m convinced MLS in Minnesota is going to happen, and waiting means it might happen in exactly the way that both you, and Major League Soccer, want it to happen.

NOTE: This appeared at SoccerCentric.

NOTE: This appeared at SoccerCentric.

History will remember the USA’s 1-0 loss to Germany as a speed bump on the way to the knockout round, and ultimately, that might be the truth of it. The Americans never looked like scoring against Germany, but Portugal beat Ghana 2-1 in Group G’s other game, and in the end the Americans go through quite comfortably on goal differential.

Following the World Cup draw, this was exactly the path to the knockout round that most pundits planned for the USA: beat Ghana, get a result of some kind against Portugal, and then keep it close against Germany and hope results break the USA’s way. That’s exactly what happened, and while it wasn’t convincing, it got the job done. The many who have questioned the team, and especially the methods of head coach Jurgen Klinsmann, will be left to remember that Klinsmann navigated his underdog team through the hardest group at the World Cup.

Focusing on the results, though, ignores the actual panic of the early afternoon for American fans. 0-0 at halftime, with Portugal leading Ghana 1-0, everything felt pretty comfortable; barring a Ghanian comeback or a German goal, the USA would skate comfortably through. Within three minutes of each other, though, Thomas Muller scored for Germany and Asamoah Gyan – him again – scored for Ghana, and suddenly the USA was one Ghana goal from going out.

It wasn’t until the 80th minute, when Cristiano Ronaldo scored for Portugal, that fans began to breathe easy. Ghana never found either of the two goals they would have needed to go through, nor did Portugal and Germany look like scoring the three combined goals they’d need to score to send the USA home, and each of the fifteen minutes that remained following Ronaldo’s goal was more comfortable than the last.

In the end, it was a 1-0 loss that the USA could be happy with. From the opening kickoff, it became apparent that the Americans would concede Germany most of the possession and aim to wait for a chance on a set piece, or for a German defensive mistake. Germany, at least, tried to press the Americans into a mistake; the USA sat back, allowing two-thirds of the possession to go to their opponents in favor of keeping most of their team behind the ball.

For much of the first half, the USA appeared to be playing nothing so much as six defenders; in general, either or both of wings Graham Zusi and Brad Davis were in the defensive line, along with occasional trips there from Kyle Beckerman, who barely strayed more than ten yards from either center back. Michael Bradley, theoretically set to lead the USA’s attack from midfield, was again so ineffective that he and Jermaine Jones effectively switched places. Clint Dempsey was surrounded fore and aft by German defenders for the entire game, to the point that he eventually started coming back to 30 yards in front of his own goalkeeper, just in the hopes of getting a piece of the ball.

Still, though, to focus on the negatives of the USA’s defensive-minded approach would be wrong, in some ways. It’s also notable that the powerful German offense barely cracked open the USA defense; Tim Howard was forced into a few saves, but most of them were either shots from distance, or controllable. It was only from a corner that Howard’s initial save fell to Mueller near the edge of the area, and the German striker buried a world-class shot inside the far post.

You can be positive about the USA’s defense, then, given that a collapse would have sent them home. You can be infuriated about their lack of attack, given that they managed just four shots – none on goal – and two corners. Ultimately, though, the Americans knew that a 1-0 loss might be enough for them – a belief that proved true.

Getting out of the Group of Death? Achieved. We will remember John Brooks’s late winner against Ghana, and that Portugal’s at-the-death equalizer against the Americans wasn’t enough to knock the USA out. We will forget about today’s game against Germany, just as we’ve forgotten about the USA’s 3-1 loss to Poland in the final group-stage game in 2002, which also wasn’t enough to knock the Americans out of qualifying for the second round.

The tournament resets now. The USA will play either Belgium or Algeria – likely Belgium – next Tuesday at 3:00. The Group of Death is over. Now comes the hard part.

I wrote an article for the Star Tribune sports section, looking back at the USA’s run to the quarterfinals in 2002. You can read it here.