2009 was certainly a memorable year for USMNT fans, for reasons both good and bad. We saw our team take a lead in Estadio Azteca, only to see another road defeat at the hands of Mexico. We saw our team shock the world and snap Spain's 35 match unbeaten streak through a gritty display of desperate defending and opportunistic attacking, but we also saw one of our best young midfielders kept out of the final after a questionable red card late in the match. We got to witness Charlie Davies' rise to stardom, only to be rudely reminded about how fragile human life can be. And we got to witness another finish atop the CONCACAF Hexagonal standings, while also taking part in a touching tribute to our injured striker. Those are just some of the many memorable moments from 2009 that will likely be talked about in American soccer circles for years to come.
But for me, the most memorable moment of 2009 was not a win or a moment of joyous celebration. Quite the contrary, it was a gut-wrenching loss that saw our first FIFA title slip away in the span of 45 minutes. While some would like to forget the heartbreak of the 2009 Confederations Cup final, I can't help but look back to that day and sift through vivid memories of anxiety, surprise, euphoria, tension, and empathy. It was not a happy day, but the USMNT's 3-2 loss to Brazil was definitely the most memorable moment from this past year in my opinion.
The match had everything. There was tension, anger, and hand-wringing before the match even started. Who would replace Michael Bradley in the middle? Why the hell was he given a straight red card at that stage in the match? Will Benny Feilhaber be able to do the defensive work to help control the midfield? Is another 3-0 embarrassment inevitable? An array of emotions were present before kick off, but the most prevalent was the general excitement and anticipation of the USMNT's first FIFA final.
The match started as expected, with Brazil starting off with a spell of possession that surely had many USMNT fans expecting another match like the semifinal against Spain. But two minutes in, a weak effort from Clint Dempsey from distance after a decent buildup gave fans some hope that Bob Bradley's side would get forward and challenge the mighty Brazilians at some point in the match. A 0-0 score at halftime would have been an acceptable result given the group stage defeat, and such a score line would have been cause for a little optimism heading into the second act.
Little did we know what magical moments were about to unfold right before the world's eyes.
Jonathan Spector's 10th minute cross from the wing was a hopeful outswinger from quite a ways out into a thicket of Brazilian defenders waiting to thump it clear. But the bending ball into a sea of yellow somehow found Clint Dempsey , who was able to steer the ball towards the net with some combination of his ankle and calf. Everyone in Ellis Park Stadium and everyone watching on TV watched in utter disbelief as Dempsey's bouncing effort eluded Julio Cesar and found the far corner, giving the US another improbable 1-0 lead in their already miraculous Confederations Cup run.
Already in a state of jubilation, essentially all US fans would have gladly accepted a 1-0 lead heading into the locker rooms. But they soon would be vaulted from jubilation to utter euphoria, as Landon Donovan scored arguably the greatest goal in USMNT history just 17 minutes later to add to the unbelievable score line.
American fans were all too familiar with Brazil's devastatingly quick and precise counterattack, as memories of a pass slipping under DaMarcus Beasley's foot still were fresh in their minds. So it was absolutely incredible to watch the US beat Brazil at their own game with an absolutely stunning counterattack. In 10 seconds, the US went nearly 100 yards with 3 passes before finding the back of the net. Charlie Davies played a perfect one time ball to Landon Donovan, who was streaking forward with purpose and pace. Donovan's first touch freed him up for a clinical finish, leading to an exuberant celebration throughout the stadium. As he ran towards the endline, Donovan's celebration seemed to be a message to all of his doubters around the world and in the US. It was a world-class effort from a player that wanted to show the world what he was capable of.
I, like many others, was in disbelief. The US was playing with confidence and defending in the compact manner that frustrated Spain for 90 minutes, and commentators were already wondering aloud if the lead was insurmountable. Following the second goal, the game settled into what many expected it to be from the beginning, as Brazil controlled position and threw countless men forward only to be disrupted by eight Americans behind the ball defending with intensity and determination. The repeated onslaughts were continuously turned away by timely defending, good anticipation, and a few quality saves from Tim Howard, and the match was beginning to feel more and more like the semifinal victory over Spain as time wore on. Even a little bit of luck seemed to be on our side, as a slight touch off a desperate lunge from Carlos Bocanegra in the waning moments of the first half was enough to deny an easy finish for Luis Fabiano that would have stolen all the momentum heading into the break.
45 minutes had gone by, and it was hard not to entertain thoughts of Carlos Bocanegra hoisting the trophy above his head in less than an hour's time. But the second half would help USMNT fans complete their tour of the full spectrum of emotions, as joy and ecstasy quickly turned to disappointment and anguish.
Who knows how things would have gone if Jay DeMerit was able to get a piece of Luis Fabiano's 46th minute shot that beat Tim Howard. The quick shot went between DeMerit's legs before finding the corner, immediately halting all US momentum and sobering up American fans who were already drunk with success (and alcohol). At that point, the familiar nerves began to set in once more, and as time went on and the Brazilian attacks came closer and closer to an equalizer, it felt almost inevitable that Dunga's side were poised to erase the once-foolishly-thought insurmountable 2-0 lead.
There was a glimmer of hope, though, in the 59th minute, when Tim Howard batted away a short-range effort from Kaka that, upon further review, had already crossed the goalline. Maybe Lady Luck was on our side; maybe we might be able to pull off our third consecutive miracle. Unfortunately, those hopeful thoughts were overwhelmingly outnumbered by a growing fear of what fate had in store for the US.
My stomach sank when Robinho found himself open at the backpost inside the six yard box in the 73rd minute, only to briefly feel relieved when his shot hit the underside of the crossbar and bounced away. The roller coaster of emotions was complete when Luis Fabiano made it a brace seconds later, burying the rebound and silencing American fans everywhere. This brief 10 second span was almost a microcosm of the turbulent swing of emotions throughout this match, as nervousness, joy, relief, and disappointment all were present in a flash.
The third goal that came ten minutes later only capped off what seemed like an unavoidable outcome. It returned US fans into a state of disbelief, but one in stark contrast to what they had experienced just 60 minutes earlier.
The trophy presentation was one of the hardest things to watch as a US fan. Clint Dempsey was honored with the Bronze Ball, but I could only feel the bitter sting of defeat as I watched him try to hold it together for a picture. This post-game sorrow, however, was one last source of contentment for me. In a display of raw emotion, Clint Dempsey broke down in tears as the US players went to receive their second place medals. As much as I wish this moment never happened in the first place, it gave me an odd sort of comfort, knowing how much our players care about representing their country. I was, and still am, proud that men like Dempsey, who invest so much energy and emotion into representing our country, were wearing the red, white, and blue on that day. It was an effort fit for one of the world's biggest stages, and it will forever be etched into the memories of US soccer fans.
As I look back on that day, I still cycle through the full spectrum of emotions that I felt during the match. I can't help but smile when I see Landon Donovan cut back behind his defender and finish past a helpless Julio Cesar. I can't help but feel agony when I see Lucio's header beat a diving Tim Howard to give Brazil the lead. And, more than anything, I can't help but feel hungry for more when I watch the Brazilian players celebrate with the trophy.
It was the final piece to an incredible Confederations Cup run, and it truly was one of the most memorable USMNT moments of 2009.
Here's hoping that 2010 raises the bar even higher.
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