It's a foolish and even dangerous notion to think that the athletic
endeavors of 11 talented men in short pants and cleats is somehow
representative of the national ethos.
If we were to believe that Donovan and Co. are, somehow, channeling the American character in South Africa -- well, then, how to explain 2006 when the Yanks were overwhelmed by a group that included Ghana, the fearsome Czech Republic, and eventual champs Italy? And how to explain 1998 -- when the United States, statistically, came last in the field of 32? How did this mirror the American spirit?
In truth, conflating the on-field performance of a sports team with the fate of a nation of millions is like gambling -- it only works when you're winning, or someone you don't like is losing. Both France and Italy were unceremoniously dumped in the first round this year. You can make all sorts of allusions to hot-headedness, questionable leadership, and old European powers on the wane. But that's not why those squads came up short. They lost due to Italy's bad luck, lackluster play, and inability to put the ball in the net -- and France's general ineptitude in every facet of the game. That's a soccer problem, not a matter of national character.
Perhaps it's generous of Donovan to allow Americans to see themselves in the triumph of his team. But they were the ones winning the game; it's a testament to the resolution and ability of American soccer players -- not Americans. They've done us proud. They've thrilled us. They represent us -- but they don't represent us.
Photo | Jarrett Campbell