I am experimenting on how I’ll review each week’s worth of MLS action, so expect this section to evolve a bit as the early part of the season goes on. We’ll begin each item with British tabloid style headline.
Soehn blows as United hemorrhages. Let’s start here at home where United manager Tom Soehn made abundantly clear to everyone in soccer that he’s feeling the heat. Tommy, blowing up at your beat writer in the locker room is not a good way to indicate that you are calm, collected and in control. Instead, now he appears like a total lunatic who knows what I have long believed, which is that he will be the fall guy when (not if) this team gets off to a bad start. Looking at DC’s schedule, it’s not hard to see them getting one, maybe two points over their first five league matches. You bet Tommy’s feeling the heat, he knows that was by far his best chance to bank a win over the first month of the season and they blew it. The ending of that match was the rare case where everyone screwed up. Soehn screwed up by not making one substitution after the injury. Jair Marrufo screwed up calling a penalty that was undeserved. Finally, Devon McTavish and Greg Janicki ignored any sense of defensive organization by crashing into each other at full speed and busting each other’s head open. LA deserves the credit for taking their chances, but the fact remains, under no circumstances is it ever excusable to blow a two-goal lead in the final 10 minutes. I am going to watch the match again later tonight, I’ll have more after that.
Guille is silly. Heck of a goal from GBS to grab a point for the champions against Houston. Everybody think’s that Houston and Crew can go deep in the postseason this year, and this game (despite being played what is being described as a beach) did nothing to dissuade that. BTW: This weekend, both Ben Olsen and Duncan Oughton saw time. Wow, it’s just like 2003 all over again. Let’s cue up “Stacy’s Mom” and get freaky.
Fire: Curse this. The Fire finally wins at Dallas and does so emphatically. Dallas fans, the 30 or so left, must have felt good after Kenny Cooper caught Jon Busch off his line from beyond the midfield line. Someone needs to remind Buschie (who is at least two inches shorter than the laughable 5-10 he is listed at… if he’s 5-10, I’m 6-2.) that little guys like him can’t hang around too far outside the goal. McBride and Blanco followed up with goals to take the lead and the Fire showed why they remain many folks’ favorite to win the title this year. Anyone care to guess how many goals they plant on United next week? Three? Five? Ten?
Dube, doobey-doo. So New England grinds out a road win with a well-organized, if not scintillating performance? Not a huge shock, is it? Though Dube deserves points off for the worst goal celebration of the week, which I can best describe as Liberace on horseback.
Ama-Dos. In what certainly appears like the match of the week, Toronto put three past Kevin Hartman to win 3-2. TFC’s first goal brings up one interesting question. Does Jim Brennan’s screaming near-side finish herald a new era attacking danger from the Canadian, or does it signal that Kevin Hartman has now entered the Meola Zone, that period in a goalkeeper’s career when he can no longer jump over a copy of Us Weekly? Then I saw the third Toronto goal, where he palmed a low shot right into the middle of the penalty area.. question answered.
Paulo’s Peaches. Paulo Nagamura scoring twice… good. Everything else that has to do with a Chivas-Rapids early-season match. Unwatchable. I think that sums it up, don’t you?