This time, we drop science with Martin Scorsese’s “The Departed,” an appropriate-themed movie as the MLS season turns to Fall and teams start tumbling out off the playoff ladder and into the offseason.
Truth be told, we wanted to use another Beantown cops-and-robbers flick here, the underrated and under-appreciated Ben Affleck vehicle “The Town,” but the dialogue just doesn’t crank up the sarcasm and pithy character-count that we needed to make a preview go around. (Note: “The Town…should easily have taken down a few awards last year in an Oscar’s season when “The King’s Speech”–a solid if ultimately unspectacular movie–won Best Picture.)
Let’s stay on point. Always a challenge for the TSG crew.
This week, we go with “The Departed,” a 2006 remake of the 2002 Hong Kong film “Internal Affairs.”
“The Departed” pits Irish mob boss Frank Costello, played by Jack Nicholson, against an undercover cop who infiltrates his gang, Billy Costigan (Leonardo DiCaprio). Matt Damon plays police rat Colin Sullivan–a mixed-up grab bag of swashbuckling cop bravado, blood-brother sellout, Costello order taker–with near perfect pace to complete the criminal triangle. Sullivan’s and Costigan’s search for the rat in the other unit runs parallel throughout the drama.
“The Departed” is also the third film of four that Martin Scorsese has cast one-time heart throb Leonardo DiCaprio in the leading role (1: The Gangs of New York, 2: The Aviator, 4: Shutter Island.) and is widely considered their best collaboration as Scorsese brought surrounded DiCaprio with his most talent to date in Nicholson and Damon.
By the way, if Matt Damon were a footie player, he’d be Dirk Kuyt, a superstar that blends into the background and nails any role he’s tasked with. Scorer, passer, defender, linker, etc.
Oh, and can’t mention “The Departed” without the object of affection, Vera Farmiga. Farmiga was on track to quietly become the Meg Ryan-girl-next-door of her her generation–only she has more talent and more ambition. Farmiga just finished directing her first movie.
On to our preview we go as MLS teams begin to depart the playoff race:
• Match-up: The Union head southwest in a big-time showdown with the Sporting Wizards of Kansas City.
Costello: I don’t want to be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.
We open our preview column with an excerpt from the opening monologue of Nicholson’s Frank Costello which sets the stage for the movie in a voiceover with historic shots of the growth of the downtrodden proletariat in Boston.
Yes the writer sheepishly and slowly writing that name, he’s the same one that penned this column too.
6 games played, 4 started, 1 goal, 351 minutes, 7 shots, 1 on goal.
Got to be honest, after the Gold Cup flair we saw, I expected Freddy to #Aduit a little more, didn’t you?
Now it’s off to a major contest (between two teams that could face each other in the first round of the playoffs) in Kansas City for Peter Nowak’s Union. It should be an upbeat and free flowing game; precisely the type of game where Adu should excel.
Big test of worth here for Adu.
With more on Adu, LeToux and the Union, we turn over this segment to the experts on all things in and around the Liberty Bell, Adam Cann from the Philly Soccer Page:
Current Real Salt Lake assistant coach CJ Brown said that when he played on the Chicago Fire with Peter Nowak, his goal was to win the ball and get it to Nowak. Over and over. One imagines Nowak expects Freddy Adu to play the same way: Demanding the ball, moving it, dictating the action. Instead, Adu has been more like Colin Sullivan, Costello’s BPD plan: Hiding in plain sight.
It ain’t easy going back to your old ‘hood. After learning to pass, move, and hold possession in Europe, Adu joins a Philadelphia team that has a predilection for the vertical direction. To see Freddy Adu in the Union offense is to see the undercover Costigan run with Costello’s gang–he goes through the motions, but his motivation and heart are completely alternative.
Against Kansas City, Adu needs to go “method.” Time to access that inner Brando and accept a few Union truisms: 1) Sebastien Le Toux is running. Usually forward. Kick it to him. 2) If Sheanon Williams passes you on the right at full speed: Kick it to him. 3) If Sheanon isn’t there, there is no width. Draw a foul or do something special. 4) You and Roger Torres play on the same team. Be assured that passing to each other has been approved at the highest levels of management. 5) Demand the ball. You haven’t done much with it yet but if you don’t do this there is really no justification for having Freddy Adu on the field.
Many expected Freddy Adu to knock Roger Torres down the pecking order. Instead, Torres has flourished since Adu’s arrival and Freddy will need to work with the young Colombian if the Union expect to survive a tough road match against a talented KC team. and talented KC team.
Big stakes for Adu Friday night in the Land of Livestrong.
• Match-up: The Chelsea of the EPL drop the drawbridge and welcome the Barca of the EPL, Swansea City.
Staff Sargent Dignam (Mark Wahlberg) enters for his second scene in the movie–he’s called in at the request of Captain Ellerby (Alec Baldwin) to brief the feds on the status of the “microprocessor case” against Costello. Dignam works with Captain Olivier McQueenan (Martin Sheen) in the state deep undercover division.
Ellerby: Go f*ck yourself.
Dignam: I’m tired from f*cking your wife.
Ellerby: How is your mother?
Dignam: Good, she’s tired from f*cking my father.
Same old Chelsea powerhouse?
Perhaps the most fascinating match Saturday in the Barclays.
Folks thought I was too harsh on Chelsea as they looked a step late all day against Manchester United last Saturday.
While I think that Villa-Boas’s system is more profound than Scolari’s or Ancelotti’s….and takes some getting used to, the Chelsea midfield (and yes John Terry too) cannot hide its awful performance. They were sloppy on defensive organization, negligent in man-marking and lacking ideas in the attack on Sunday.
Part of that is Chelsea being a work-in-progress, but the other part is still lacking that #10.
You have to wonder with the sale of Benayoun and subsequent purchase of Raul Mereiles from Liverpool if they didn’t miss this past transfer season with not making a serious bid for Mikel Arteta–a move that would have disrupted a major London-based competitor and one that would have strengthened them in the middle of the pitch.
Arteta is not a true #10 and excels when playing from deep in the midfield, but might he just have been the perfect replacement for Frank Lampard at Stamford Bridge?
Chelsea should play with a vengeance this weekend and win, but the match-up against the possession-oriented Swansea City should be of the edge-of-the-seat nature.
The conclusion of Dignam’s scene….
• Match-up: Manchester City looks to crunch down on some sweet Toffees
FBI Agent Lazio: Without asking for too many details, do you have anyone in with Costello presently?
Staff Sgt. Dignam: Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe f*ck yourself.
Best part about this scene? Lazio by the way. Yeah, he’s played by Robert Wahlberg, Marky Mark’s real-life brother.
One blood brother telling another brother to “go f*ck himself” on the big screen. Think they use that around the dinner table at Thanksgiving time?
Robert: “Hey Mark, mind grabbing me a beer from the kitchen?”
Mark: “Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe f*ck yourself.”
Meanwhile City is staring straight across the Manchester horizon at United at flipping them the bird as they continue to stride towards superclub status. Not a good week for United.
News earlier this week that Manchester United’s plans to raise $1B on the Singapore Exchange has hit a snag: the volatile world markets.
Didn’t see that one coming, did you?
What really shouldn’t sit well with the Old Trafford faithful is this, Manchester City’s plan to create a Dubai-sized footie factory that is at once beyond ambitious and beyond incredulous. 80-acres, $100M of development, right in Manchester.
Real traction here for the UEFA Financial Fair Play rules, no?
Oh, Manchester City will play a downtrodden Everton this weekend who haven’t bought a player in two years. Everton may put up a fight in this one, but in the long run it doesn’t look good down south for the Bluenosers.
• Match-up: The Potters hope for an angelic result at home against the Red Devils
Colin Sullivan: What Freud said about the Irish is: We’re the only people who are impervious to psychoanalysis.
As the MLB season winds down, Cubbies fans have a reason to be jealous….
What did Freud say about the Stoke City Potters’ fans: They’re the only people who are impervious to 150 years of pain!
Stoke City loyalists stand up everywhere. Right now, your club–yes, your club–is 5th in the Premiership.
More so, the Potters’ pinstripes are bobbing and weaving in Europa League this year and Wednesday they went toe-to-toe with Tottenham Hotspur, emerging with a penalty kick win to move on in the Carling Cup!
So what if Sunderland gave them a beat down (4-0) last week. Life is good!
Born in 1863, the Potters after almost 150 years popped up from Championship-level obscurity last year and now appear to be at the absolute zenith of their football club.
How long will that zenith last? Why’d you have to go and do that.
Stoke City sees Wayne Rooney and crew come off that demolishing of Chelsea. I expect Stoke to be up for this game and despite their Spurs clash on Thursday put up a fight.
Mr. French: Do you know me?
Costigan: No. No.
Mr. French: Well, I’m the guy who tells you there’s guys you can hit and guys you can’t. Now, that’s not quite a guy you can’t hit, but he’s almost a guy you can’t hit. So I’m gonna make a fuckin’ ruling on this right now: you don’t fucking hit him. You understand?
Costigan: Yeah, excellent. Fine, fine. Fine.
Costello’s #2 Mr. French, played by The Proposition’s Ray Winstone, scolds Costigan for hitting a nearly-made guy as he feels him out for a possible introduction into the crew. (Note: The Proposition is #1 on the TSG fave movie list. Watch it.)
Arsene Wenger not quite a guy you can hit just yet…and for good reason.
Arsenal chief executive Ivan Gazidis on BBC on his manager this week:
“Arsene Wenger is not broken,” Gazidis told the BBC. “To see him portrayed as an idiot is damaging – not to him or the club but to the game. [Sacking him] is a route we are not going to go down.”
With more and more clubs just pouring money into scouting and looking deeper and deeper to find the talent, all of the “value buys” that Arsenal made in the 2000’s are over. Nearly every club is on to them there. If you haven’t read it, check out the manner in which Chicharito was procured by Manchester United.
In terms of retaining talent, now a thinner-pocketed Arsenal needs to contend with the heavyweights of PSG (Ligue1), Malaga (La Liga) and Manchester City (EPL) in order to keep the talent once they’ve got it.
It’s not rocket science and Wenger doesn’t deserve to be sacked….but something does need to change at Arsenal or it’s only a matter of time until the surname “Kroenke” joins the surnames of “Hicks” and “Gillette” on the hatred scale.
But hey, Wenger and folks? They’re still trying.
• Match-up: The New York Red Bulls look to chop up the momentum and stonewall the Timbers at home.
After a serious f*ck-up with positioning cameras during a stolen microprocessor transaction, Costello’s gang gets away scott-free because the technician of the stakeout failed to install cameras in the back of the warehouse where the deal was going down.
Dignam explodes on the technician.
Dignam: This is unbelievable. Who put the fuckin’ cameras in this place?
Police Camera Tech: Who the fuck are you?
Dignam: I’m the guy who does his job. You must be the other guy.
More Dignam for you.
As I write this Wednesday evening one hour after the Red Bulls
competed participated in a home game against Real Salt Lake that they ultimately conceded 3-1, Hans Backe still has a job. It’s one hour too long.
In sports, tactics or stats–something tangible–usually can be found to explain the outcome. The intangibles–the soft facts–are often secondary are complementary to the primary hard data.
Not in this case. That the Red Bulls came out and immediately spotted Real Salt Lake is inexcusable for a team in a playoff race.
More so, it’s inexcusable for a team full of veterans.
The Red Bulls were not prepared to play Wednesday night. More so, they didn’t seize the initiative….something a team fighting for their playoffs life has to do.
There’s no other solution then to fire the coach in that situation for a team like the Red Bulls. This isn’t a youthful team that surprisingly finds themselves in the race. It’s also not a has been team which is creaking to the finish.
No, this is a team that was supposed to challenged for the MLS Cup, more so the Supporters Shield.
Meanwhile the Portland Timbers “did their job” Wednesday night, sending the Earthquakes back south to California with a point to show for their trip. P-Town should have won at home, but like a baseball starter who doesn’t have his “good stuff,” the Timbers should seemed sluggish from the outset.
The point pings Rose City into the 10th and final spot as they travel cross country to face New York.
This is the last gasp for the Red Bulls. For Portland, they need to prove that they can win on the road. They’ve got a sterling 1-8-4 record in that department currently.
For the Red Bulls, they need to….this is it. This is now on the players. With Backe’s motivation and oversight clearly useless, it’s all about pride.
• Match-up: Will the Whitecaps “blow” strong against the Highlighters?
Billy Costigan: [referring to Costello] Do you want him to chop me up and feed me to the poor, huh, is that what you want?
Tense in-car scene from the movie where Costigan is breaking at being under too long–fearing for his safety–while Captain McQuennan pleads for him to stay under longer to build the case.
Sort of like Seattle skipper Sigi Scmid failing to rest Mauro Rosales last week against DC United after the result was already tabulated. #Fail.
We all know what happened then.
United’s Daniel Woolard played sore loser and sent this message to the Sounders–by way of Rosales:
“United are not a team that is going to take a 3-0 defeat lightly. We’re going to senselessly injury somebody because we are embarrassed.”
Rosales? He’s three to four weeks with MCL strain. [Hey, you see that bullet go whizzing passed?]
Okay, here’s some changes I think that MLS should make it’s matches to avoid injuries such as the pointless one last week.
» Spirit of the law, rather than the letter of the law: If a team is up by more than two goals in stoppage time, and the losing team commits a yellow card foul, that player is suspended for the next match. Ref’s discretion.
Will it help to avoid ? Maybe, maybe not. However, it will be another step in “attempting” to send a message that reckless challenges will be dealt with. If Brian Mullan gets 10 games earlier this year on Zakuani, shouldn’t United’s Daniel Woolard get at least one. Seems fair.
»If a player commits a foul within two minutes of having suffered a foul, it’s an automatic yellow card. Ref’s discretion.
Appending the “Ref’s discretion” is always dicey, but it’s like when you break up with girlfriend here who you really knew it wasn’t the one. The first day you miss here, but a week out? You’re pitching back beers and taking names (& numbers).
Same here, let the player cool down first.
» If a goalie follows through on a punch and connects with the head of a striker on a 50-50 ball or whatever, it’s a yellow card.
I realize this one should be controversial, but consider this. In the NHL, there is a “roughing penalty” described merely as:
Pushing and shoving after the whistle has been blown or checking an opponent with the hands in his face.
In soccer you have two players bearing down on the ball, one who may and often does lead with their head in the hopes of striking the ball the other a player who is allowed to use his hands and and “punch” through the ball.
That’s…insane. Sure most of us grew up playing that way, but a keeper–at high levels–is taught to coral a ball and avoid a second chance opportunity. Punching situations are infrequent–maybe two a game.
By creating this role, it will actually create safer play by encouraging the keeper to stay in the crease and not risk injury in full flight in a melee of players.
There’s nothing else to say about this match. Vancouver is terrible; they’ve got some work to do this offseason or it’s going to be a terrible end to the Jay DeMerit Story.
• Match-Up: The Galaxy to Abercrombie & Fitchville USA to face the Crew
Madolyn: Here, this is my card.
Colin Sullivan: Nah, I don’t need that. I’m a detective. I’ll find you.
[elevator door begins to close; Colin reaches out]
Colin Sullivan: No, I’m just kidding, I need the card.
That abstract work over there on the right should be visual ice cream to Los Angeles Galaxy fans.
The Jackson Pollack of that chalkboard is Robbie Keane who has been precisely what the Galaxy have been missing all season, as charming as a puff-chested and hotshot Sargent Sullivan’s winning over Vera Farmiga’s Madolyn in the elevator to inaugurate his courtship.
Keane’s “line” last week against the Whitecaps: 19 for 24 in distribution situations, making himself available in multiple locations, the purple lines representing 14 times he on defenders (though he was less successful here with 8 turnovers).
Regardless a three-word description of Keane’s work? Active. Active. Active.
Want to know why Mike Magee is going to remain in the top-20 in the Castrol Index for the rest of the year? Keane’s your answer.
A good test on the road for Los Angeles when they face the Chad Marshall-less, but the more defensively-disciplined Crew on Saturday.
• Match-up: Villians huff it over to Queens Park to face the Rangers
Ellerby: Queenan is dead. I’m your boss now.
Dignam: I don’t give a fuck, I’d rather hand in my papers first.
Ellerby: World needs plenty of bartenders – two weeks, with pay!
As Costigan’s and Sullivan’s worlds begin to unravel, Dignam wants blood for the death of his boss, Captain Oliver McQueenan who was throne off a roof by Costello’s henchmen.
Brad Guzan could maybe use a little Dignam zeal, no?
Guzan has been with Aston Villa since the the 2008-2009 season. Probably has a handful or double-digit Premiership starts under his belt.
Not a single one.
That’s amazing. He did trot out once for a beating against Liverpool, but that was only after first-teamer Brad Friedel got chased with a red card.
Anoter note: He did play 16 games last year for Hull on loan from Villa in the Championship.
But at some point it has to be asked, just what is Guzan’s motivation. Surely a 27-year-old keeper should be thinking about pushing his career at this point, no? Will Guzan actually weight until 35-year-old first-teamer Shay Given heads down to the pub in three or four years. That would make Guzan 31 and in the prime of a goalie’s career, but still isn’t that a long time to wait with many variables?
Unless Guzan has a fantastic Matt Cassells of dawning of age (wait, that’s not looking so good now is it?), his career will be perhaps the most perplexing one for a US national abroad since Ante Razov.
The Villians head down to Queens Park to face Joe Barton and the motley Rangers.
• Match-up: Chicago Fire meet-up with New England in the “I couldn’t of been a contender” Cup.
Frank Costello: Who let this IRA motherfucker in my bar?
[the man looks startled]
Frank Costello: [laughs] Only kidding. How’s your mother?
Man in Costello’s Bar: Oh… I’m afraid she’s on her way out.
Frank Costello: [walks away] We all are. Act accordingly.
[smiles and his straightens tie]
Can’t have a column quoting The Departed and not mention Beantown and the Kraft-kateers.
[Extends 10-foot pole]
This quote above just works on so many levels.
Goodnight to your season that never was Revs & Fire. Quick question, how are the Revs feeling about having Feilhaber on the books for $350 for two more seasons?
• The Match-Up: A Yank in Serie A. The second match for Michael Bradley as Chievo Verona face Genoa
Billy Costigan: Frank, how many of these guys have been with you long enough to be disgruntled, huh? Think about it. You don’t pay much, you know. It’s almost a fuckin’ feudal enterprise. The question is, and this is the only question, who thinks that they can do what you do better than you?
Frank Costello: The only one that can do what I do is me. Lot of people had to die for me to be me. You wanna be me?
Billy Costigan: I probably could be you, yeah. Yeah, I know that much. But I don’t wanna be you, Frank. I don’t wanna be you
Frank Costello: Heavy lies the crown… sort of thing.
Nicholson being Nicholson in this scene with his facial expression owning the rat impersonation as Costello attempts to flush out the rat in his crew through a carefully weighted and frightening dialogue. The scene crescendos with Costigan reasoning with Costello that the responsibility of running the show–if he were the one considering to knock off Frank–is too much to carry and not worth it.
The crown is off Michael Bradley too on the national team and he’ll likely be a better player for it.
On to Serie A’s Chievo, Bradley came out firing Wednesday. Can’t really ask for a better starting debut in Serie A these days than dropping upstart darling Napoli?
Now it’s on to Genoa Sunday for the cake makers.
A few weeks ago on Twitter, I hypothesized that the team I’d least like to come face-to-face with in a dark alley were the Ghana Black Stars.
The volatile Kevin Prince-Boateng, the recently declared national and Arsenal hitman Eric Frimpong and buffalo soldier Michael Essien are probably not guys you want to throw down with minus a lifeline.
Then–our Michael Bradley connection here–I starting thinking, “Well, if I had to choose from a recent grouping of USMNT players to be with me in a dark alley who would they be?”
My first thought went right to Junior Bradley; he of the Eric Wynalda and referee run-ins and the “I’m ready to fight you if you even so much as insult my best friend’s uncle’s brother.”
But then I thought, well, what about diffusing the situation. Maybe young Bradley is not the right way to go.
So here’s what I came up with, a set of criteria and likely scenario of what goes down if 10 different players and I were walking in a dark alley and came across a crew ready to drop us. Our own personal “Among The Thugs.”
My criteria: They had to be able to handle themselves and handle at least one other person. They wouldn’t go running the other way. They had to use the right tact to avoid a physical altercation if possible, knowing full well that diplomacy was a difficult road to hoe.
10. Conor Casey:
Here’s what we wrote about Conor Casey earlier this year when he was our nominee for the fictional “Dema Kovalenko Most Annoying Player of the Year” award.
So I watched this one player last year against the Earthquakes nearly the entire game. I watched him trip a player when he was down, throw elbows, yell at his teammates when he was frustrated and only get motivated in small stretches. All the more baffling because, despite the stereotypes associated to him, he’s a pretty good player. His name is Conor Casey.
Likely scenario: Casey can fight dirty with the best of him, but I’ve got a niggling inkling that he might be a flight risk as well.
9. Brian McBride:
The quintessential professional. And we always will know he can take a punch.
The only worry about McBride is that he may be too much of a gentleman to engage in dark arts of the dark alley.
Likely scenario: McBride and I get a beatdown, but after enough knocks the former Fulham star comes alive and becomes the true striker that is needed.
8. Jermaine Jones
Jones looks menacing with his tats. And his German accent is sure to both freak foes out and frighten them at the same time.
Likely scenario: Just like in the
2010 Gold Cup 2011 Gold Cup, it’s going to take a number of missed punches from the German and the reception of dirty tricks to get his going. Hopefully by that time it’s not too late.
7. Pablo Mastroeni:
The original disruptor in the middle of the pitch. Mastroeni, long before Michael Bradley, could be considered to try and earn his first yellow of the match.
An all-out hustler who relished the dirty work, rather than be one that was reluctantly resolved to it–ironic considering his Argentine upbringing.
Likely scenario: You’d get knocked around with the Mastroeni in the dark alley, but–if you and he could take the fight to the ground–survival chances increase dramatically.
6. Frankie Hedjuk
The Iron Lion Zion. Hedjuk is US Soccer’s zen master and original white rastafarian all in one. Are you still prostrating, Kyle Beckerman.
He could dish a little “love” at the opponent on the pitch, but was all too happy to try and mend fences as well.
Likely scenario: Hedjuk, is he doesn’t freelance as he occassionally like to do at fullback, can likely “Hey, Bra” talk his way out of the situation.
5. Clint Dempsey
Surprised he’s this high on the list, you shouldn’t be. when Bobby Zamora got illegablly taken out in Barclays play in 2010, Dempsey was in his face. In fact, Dempsey is pretty much in anyone’s face after a rough tackle on either his person or them.
Need more? 2004, Dempsey plays two games with a broken draw. You try that without a facemask Anquan Boldin. 2006, Dempsey is suspended
Alas, Dempsey would be higher…but he has a family now.
Likely scenario: Clint jaws at the individual and instills enough caution to make the thugs back down. That’s a 50-50 shot there though.
4. Oguchi Onyewu:
Time was the Oguchi Onyewu would have been hands down on this list, but two things have changed. One a balky knee that is one buckling kick away from relegating Onyewu strictly to his fists to provide back-up.
Two, Onyewu is a more mature player these days.
Add those two developments to a God-fearing man and it’s not exactly the recipe for fisticuffs.
But who can forget….the stare?
Likely scenario: Gooch attempts to invoke the Luke 6:29, but the thugs have none of it and then he engages them lightly, holding them at bay like Fezic in the Princess Bride while allowing yours truly to dart for safety the other way.
3. Michael Bradley
It’s basically going down with Michael if he’s backing you up. No questions asked; none answered.
Likely scenario: Bradley goes absolute ballistic on everyone at the same time with flying roundhouse kicks, eye gouges and a kitchen sink of tricks that you know he practices with pops before than 20-mile run in the morning when he’s on vacation in California.
2. Eric Lichaj:
He’s been dubbed “The Big Nasty” on TSG and though he plays defense, he goes on the offensive in punishing would-be attackers that get in his way.
If anything, it’s Lichaj’s physical nature in addition to his skills that has kept him on Aston Villa’s backline radar.
Likely scenario: He’s with you to the end, but not talking his way out of it–read our interview from earlier this year, the guy’s curt and means business to say the least.
1. Jay DeMerit:
Clocking in at #1 Jay DeMerit is your perfect story of protection in a dark alley, pub, etc.
First, he’s a seasoned international and, having bartended some of way as he came up the ranks in England, probably had to diffuse quite a bit of Boddington’s-induced scuffles.
Likely scen”ario: At the first hint of trouble, DeMerit steps in and is able to win over-talk his way out of the potential hostile situation. Sort of like a Vince Vaughn buddying up to the Valley hoods in Swingers” thing.
Others considered: Carlos Bocanegra, Eddie Pope, Zack Thornton, Jimmy Conrad, Brian Ching, Ricardo Clark, Danny Califf, Bob Bradley
Didn’t cross our minds: Landon Donovan, Robbie Rogers, Sacha Kljestan, Jose Torres
Okay…it may be time to wrap this thing up now…..