Friday, July 25, 2008

All Star Mayhem... and the protest that wasn't...

We came, we wore black... some of us even sat down for a little while.

And they'll never forget it! Now they know we mean business!

Or not.

Efforts to make a statement at yesterday's MLS All-Star Game made it an interesting, if unexciting, experience. Sitting/Standing/Wallowing in section 112, I didn't know what to do. Often, I found myself halfway through a chant before petering out into a mild murmur and returning to my seat.

I wasn't alone in my confusion. Some people were adamant that the entire section take part in the silent protest against the potential loss of BMO Field as a soccer specific stadium. They insisted, rather vehemently, that we all sit down. "Sit down, you cunts!" I think, was the exact phrasing of their request.

Others didn't care. They stood. They sang. They even cheered.

To what effect was all this madness?

Well, some media have picked up on it, sort of. The Toronto Star and the Toronto Sun both made reference to the deafening sound of silence emanating from the south-east corner, noting that we didn't come alive until Jim Brennan and Dwayne DeRosario took to the pitch. They even made passing mention to the issue with the Argonauts.

Of course, the rather unfortunate story of the day was the major disaster of the national anthems. I have to admit, when it appeared that only the English and American flags were out, and only their anthems would be played, I was right pissed. It seemed impossible. It seemed outrageous! How could they not play my anthem in my country!

No doubt it looked bad and sounded worse when masses of people started booing during the American National anthem. It's disgraceful to show disrespect to the anthems of other nations. But, hopefully people will understand that the booing was not for the American anthem, but for the absence of our own. I know that doesn't change the effect or the outcome, but what... the fuck... did MLS expect? You can't do that!

It turned out to simply be a communications error. In the end, Canada's anthem was featured appropriately after the rest of the ceremonies. Apparently, this was outlined in the program that, it seems, nobody picked up or read. But that kind of information would have been helpful in an announcement at the start. It would have saved the MLS a good deal of embarrassment.

Anyway, once the smoke cleared and we were able to sit down and shut up and try really hard to NOT enjoy the game or have fun... I actually had fun.

I even enjoyed watching David Beckham (who, to his great credit, did gesture to our section at the end of the match and applaud us). Certainly, having him in our corner for a kick was a highlight for us. We have been waiting for the opportunity for some time.

But the biggest moment of our night came when Jimmy B entered the match, along with country-mate Dwayne DeRosario. Add to that a DeRo penalty kick goal, and you've got yourself some loud, boisterous fans. We were won over. We let go of our political viewpoints and issues and joined in the party.

It's what won the day, I would say. After all, without us... what have you got?


Here are some highlights, including the half-hearted and rather tepid chanting at the beginning of the match, a David Beckham in Toronto corner kick, and... yes... Jimmy B!

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Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Brace for Impact!

Laugh out loud indeed.

Toronto FC's first "must win" ended in a "must forget and move on" situation as the Montreal Impact earned a draw and won the league. While the red menace certainly had it's opportunity, time and time again, continued failure to convert chances to goals did us in.

Tic Tac Tabernac
Who the fuck's the Impact!


Well, now we know, as does the rest of the nation.

Disappointing, yes, but I have to say I'm not entirely heartbroken. Having lived a number of my best years in Montreal, I feel a touch of happiness for mes amis de la belle province. Hopefully anyone in the city who watched the game felt the excitement. Hopefully, they'll now be packing Saputo Stadium to the max in support of their team.

What's more... this is the beginning of a beautiful hatefest! A tremendous rivalry has been born, with all that lovely bad blood and violence in the mix. Imagine a day when Montreal, a side most worthy, is in the MLS. Along with this CONCAF tournament, we'd get four matches a year. We would be, without doubt, the greatest soccer rivals in North America.

And, remember, in the end... they never did beat us. When it comes down to it... we beat ourselves by not getting results against Vancouver. Still, that means nothing. The Impact deserve to go through and they are going through.

On to greater things.

Tomorrow's MLS All-Star game promises to be a thrilling match filled with tension, drama, excitement, and world class play.

(Okay, you can stop laughing now).

Let me rephrase that...

Tomorrow's MLS All-Star game promises to be... I don't know... a chance to wear black?

Some fans will be sporting their darkest colours in protest of the looming deal with the Toronto Argonauts to share our field. Others are pissed that we don't have a TFC player in the starting 11. Others still are just pissed because they're always pissed and this gives them a chance to express how pissed they are on international television.

So, what are you pissed about?

Me... I'm just going to watch.

Anyway, here's my video from the bunker of last night's match. You'll see the dramatic structural arch as the evening's excitement turns to frustration and ends with the appropriate phrase... "Oh fuck!"

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Monday, July 21, 2008

San Jose Found a Way

Frustration reigns as Toronto FC continue to disappoint.

Man, we need a striker, more than this city has ever needed anything before. More than a rail link to the airport, more than a waterfront development plan, more than somebody to build a better streetcar… we need someone who can find the back of the net.

Breathe guys!

Take a moment, aim and put it in! Case in point… yes… another missed penalty kick…

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The San Jose Earthquakes were not exactly a looming threat. The addition of the pussy-footed Huckerby didn’t exactly propel them to a dominating form. (I hope he enjoys playing in an empty stadium… even if it is on grass… loser that he is.)

Of course Ronnie O’Brien didn’t exactly get the warmest welcome either. Compare the corner kicks he took last year, where the south end erupted and chanted his name, to the reception he got this weekend…

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Still, they did manage to keep the ball out of the net so… I don’t know what to say about that. They’re lucky we can’t score… I guess.

Life goes on.

We’re all frothing at the mouth for Tuesday’s match against the Montreal Impact. This one is ramping up to be the most important match in our young history - our first “must-win” situation, which happens to be against our most bitter rivals east on the 401. I expect they’ll be sending a strong contingent and no doubt tensions will be high.

Hopefully the fight will be fought on the pitch, with fans belting out support, rather than in the stands or on the grounds. If you’ve been following the forums you already have heard about the altercation in Montreal that left fans on both sides with black eyes, fat limps and bruised bodies. Leave that nonsense to the morons in Columbus and we’ll be doing alright.

We’ve had a few scuffles of our own. Saturday’s altercation brought a fairly significant police presence into the South end -- although many feel they came too late. Some forum members are complaining that the cops sat back and watched the situation develop rather than putting an end to it before it began. I’m not really sure what happened, but I understand it comes down to one idiot throwing coins and other items at fans, and subsequently being confronted. I suppose we need to get used to it. There’s always at least one and always will be. When you have thousands of emotionally charged fans -- you’re bound to get a few assholes in the mix.

Let’s leave all that behind, and as Shakespeare wrote:

Be friends, you Toronto fools, be friends:
we have Montreal quarrels enough…

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Independiente!

The flags may have been flying high....

But that's about it.

In one of the most boring matches I've ever seen played at BMO Field, Toronto FC lost, in unspectacular fashion, to the Argentinian side Independiente. Not that the game meant anything, but with ticket prices for this match priced so high (unless you're one of the fortunate season's ticket holders), fans expected... and deserved... much more.

Ah well, hopefully it means our main players are well rested and ready to get back to the MLS campaign.

Saturday gives us our first visit from the San Jose Earthquakes. I expect the Quakes will get a taste of their own name. No doubt the earth will shake beneath them when 20,000 strong take to the stands. Mr. Huckerby, who's feeble soul was too afraid of our pitch turf to play in Toronto, will see first hand what he is giving up. When he hears the thunderous roar of the crowd, is he really going to prefer playing in front of the measly fan base of San Jose? Seriously, they play in front of 9,000 people. No one gives a shit about soccer in San Jose.

Anyway, we'll see what kind of warm reception is waiting for him in T.O. As for yesterday's friendly, the highlights for me were the beautiful Argentinian national anthem, the new red, white and silver flags in section 112, and that ridiculous first-half Independiente dive in the box. See the reaction for yourself...

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Thursday, July 03, 2008

True Patriot Love


If the Fortress had to be broken, why did it have to happen on this day? On an otherwise perfect Canada Day at BMO field, a shite performance by Toronto FC and two brutal referee calls sent home an angry mob of patriots.


Even John Carver got a little misty eyed early in the day, as we belted out "Oh Canada" like it's never been heard before. But his pride and joy would not last as he watched a dismal first-half performance leave us a goal behind... a goal that stood to the end.

Yet, there is some good to come of this. After all, at the very least, we were beaten by a deserving team of national brethren. The Vancouver Whitecaps, showing they can and perhaps deserve to play in the MLS, were thrilled to be among us. They loved the atmosphere, the excitement, the sheer passion that erupts in our house. Too bad for us, they loved it a little too much.

And, we did do our country proud. Certainly, the lads were showing their true colours, and their (lifelong) commitment to our city.

Toronto till we die.

Seriously.

Sure, when the final whistle blew, there was a solemn feeling of doom sweeping across the pitch. But I would offer that it did not ruin this day entirely. It was still one for the books. A day when we stood proudly for our country, waving our colours and singing our song and loving every minute of it. That's true patriot love.

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Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Allez, Allez, Allez, Here We Go...

We definitely had them on the run.


I know I've been bad. Negligent. Too busy to blog. Life.

Fuck it.

Anyway, back to what matters.

My neighbourhood is awash with maroon and gold. Yes, the colours of Portugal. As the Euro heads to the knock-out stages, blood lust pumps through the city and our beautiful little neighbourhoods come to life. All for the beautiful game.

It wasn't that long ago when Toronto was relegated to the television sidelines, unable to experience real life from the stands. Now it's here and we're in the thick of it. We can relish the mammoth tournaments from afar, and still head down to the pitch for some solid live footie action.

Differences aside. Nationhood on hold. The motherland is far away and your local team awaits. Portuguese, Italian, German, Dutch, Croatian, Russian, Spanish, or Turkish... all for one.

Saturday, the stormy skies held off for a while and let us ride the Rapids. What a ride.

The Colorado Rapids were reduced to a light running stream.

Danny Dichio?

Bloody brilliant.

Rohan Ricketts?

Fucking wicked.

The North End Elite?

Solid.

The lads in the South End?

Well...

Here we go...

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Let it Rain!

Better late than never.

Having left my camera at home the previous two matches, I came fully equipped on Saturday to capture those unforgettable, waterlogged moments of glory as we routed the L.A. Galaxy back to doing what they do best - suck celebrity… you know.

It was far too easy.

I’m not going to rain too much further on the Galaxy, because they’re soaked to the bone as it is. Besides, our winning ways are far too recent to be over-boastful, and gloating simply doesn’t become us.

But come on!!!

Without Becks and Landycakes, what have they got?

Nothing.

They looked like ducks on the pond, sloshing about, usually three or four steps out of reach of the ball. Next to them, we looked like bloody Arsenal. The Montreal Impact gave us a harder time.

And the excuse of having a depleted team doesn’t wash. We played a litany of reserves as our best men were equally absent.

Oh, and the wet field…?

It rained on us too.

Ah well, their inadequacies aside, the match spoke volumes about our growing depth and a bright future. The lads look better every time they take the pitch, and there is a sense growing among the faithful that we may be there (I can’t believe I’m saying this) in November, all the way to the end.

Okay, scratch that. Forget I said it. Unrealistic expectation. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

Besides, the league is only beginning to take us seriously. When I read the blogs of opposing fans I constantly read about how bad we are. How lucky to have won. How we’re not up to their standard.

That’s fine.

Let them say that.

Better to continue to be underestimated, disrespected, and ridiculed by every other team in the league. Better to have the fans of every opposing field hate us with venom. Better to be laughed at and satirized.

Better for us, in the end, to look back and say - you never believed us, but here we are.

So, lads, it’s a new day. Last year we stood in the storm, and let it pour all over us. This year, the sun is shining bright.

It’s our turn to rain on them.