Why We Rooted for the U.S.

Hua's note: Weeks ago, the casual World Cup watcher did not need a principled reason to back the team in green over the team in blue. A friend who once studied abroad in Paraguay and had a good time? The enthusiasms of an affable, French-speaking cabbie? Backing Mexico to circuitously spite Arizona? Your grandfather's love of Pele, your other grandfather's experience in the war? Or maybe you think Kasabian >>>> Oasis. Each were noble enough reasons for the quadrennial football fan to jump online and shop for a replica jersey late at night.

And then the United States was eliminated. Things got slightly more serious. Last week, Luis Suarez became a worldwide villain and there finally emerged a team to root against: Uruguay. It probably had more to do with the victim of Suarez's handball—Ghana—than the offense itself. But the sense of injustice took the shape of a rooting interest. Anyone but Uruguay.

Me? I have no qualms with Suarez's handball but I'm rooting for the Dutch. In today's provocative guest post—and in honor of July 4th, I guess—Bethlehem Shoals further dissects the corpse that was Team U.S.A. 2010 and specifically what (if anything) the fans learned. Were casual fans merely rooting for America, or did something more profound happen? Are we as cosmopolitan as we think we are? Will more kids start calling it "football" and running around in replica Arjen Robben haircuts? Is Landon Donovan now tabloid-worthy? Will ESPN start showing Bundesliga goals with their Plays of the Week? Small victories, all.

Did I Learn Anything From Team U.S.A.?
By Bethlehem Shoals

"Rooney and Altidore jousting. Looks like physical corner bumping thick wideout."

"Rooting for England because of Rooney, Defoe, Gerrard, their fans, Michael Davies, @the_real_nash and of course WW1 + WW2."

"Wonder if ESPN executives will pull Bob Bradley aside & tell him thanks for killing their ratings in the coming 12 days"

---from the Twitter feeds of some prominent American sports voices

SEATTLE, WASHINGTON—Thank you, Team USA. I'm not sure you converted a nation to soccer. But you did introduce the sport to the uniquely American value of entitlement.

If there's one thing I've learned over the last three weeks, it's that soccer may—emphasis on may—be thoroughly inscrutable to the average American sports fan. There's not enough scoring. Process matters as much as finality. Mystery and folly are part of the competitive landscape. It's not fair, but it revels in this imperfection. That's why the people's game, played in every corner of the globe, has trouble catching on stateside. It also leads to an ongoing debate of how much network coverage of the World Cup needs to acknowledge the special needs, and wants, of American newbies.

What, then, to make of this June, when soccer became—however briefly—a subject of great national interest? I think it's fair to say that, while Team USA was making their spine-tingling run, America truly keyed in on this oh-so-foreign sport. The heroics of Landon Donovan not only transcended soccer, they ventured out into the realm of pop culture—just like the Nike ad foretold (and as would happen in any other country). Granted, I live in Seattle, but the day after the Algeria match, I overheard multiple World Cup conversations at the yuppie mom coffee shop I live by, the yuppie mom hair salon I go to, and the shoe section of Nordstrom. This seems fundamentally at odds with a sport that supposedly runs counter to every cultural sensibility that unites us as a people.

However, there's a qualifier that explains it all. I don't think that Donavon and friends lead to some wide-scale revelation. We still don't get soccer. What they did manage, though, was to run an end-around on the power and mystery of the world's most popular sport. They turned the World Cup into an American story, not a soccer one.

To wit: compare the highly-addictive curiosity that was Isner-Mahut at Wimbledon. Many people with no interest in tennis watched some portion of the Longest Tennis Match Ever, for the simple fact that we were told it was historic. We didn't question why a sporting event would ever be allowed to go on this long, or ask what this told us about the relative abilities of the two men. We simply watched, and appreciated it as a freak occurrence on its own terms. It was tennis esoterica; it mattered precisely because it was unfathomable. Only a small percentage of those mesmerized by it could care less who won. Certainly, it had no bearing on Isner's next match, and even if it made him a sentimental favorite, they likely didn't make a point of tuning in to see him lose.

Presented by

Hua Hsu teaches in the English Department at Vassar College and writes about music, sports, and culture. More

Hua Hsu teaches in the English Department at Vassar College and writes about music, sports, and culture. His work has appeared in The Atlantic, The New York Times, Bookforum, Slate, The Village Voice, The Boston Globe Ideas section and The Wire (for whom he writes a bi-monthly column). He is on the editorial board for the New Literary History of America.

How to Cook Spaghetti Squash (and Why)

Cooking for yourself is one of the surest ways to eat well. Bestselling author Mark Bittman teaches James Hamblin the recipe that everyone is Googling.

Join the Discussion

After you comment, click Post. If you’re not already logged in you will be asked to log in or register.

blog comments powered by Disqus


How to Cook Spaghetti Squash (and Why)

Cooking for yourself is one of the surest ways to eat well.


Before Tinder, a Tree

Looking for your soulmate? Write a letter to the "Bridegroom's Oak" in Germany.


The Health Benefits of Going Outside

People spend too much time indoors. One solution: ecotherapy.


Where High Tech Meets the 1950s

Why did Green Bank, West Virginia, ban wireless signals? For science.


Yes, Quidditch Is Real

How J.K. Rowling's magical sport spread from Hogwarts to college campuses


Would You Live in a Treehouse?

A treehouse can be an ideal office space, vacation rental, and way of reconnecting with your youth.

More in Entertainment

Just In