Friday, November 13, 2009

Bruce Almighty

I’m sorry, Bruce. I should have known better. I should never have doubted you. There, I said it. I was wrong. It wasn’t the first time, and certainly won’t be the last. While it’s embarrassing how wrong I was, I’ve never been so happy to be in error.

You see, I’m talking of course, about my immediate dismissal of Bruce Arena. After Ruud Gullit ‘resigned’ midway through last season, the Galaxy head honchos turned to Bruce Arena. “The Bruce” is a well-known figure in the soccer community, perhaps best known as the former head coach of the United States National Team from 1998-2006.

Arena was certainly a big name, which the Galaxy seemed to consider a major factor, and definitely carried an impressive resume. He had been extremely successful at the NCAA level, with the University of Virginia in the 80’s and early 90’s. He later took DC United to three consecutive MLS Cup Finals, winning in both ‘96 and ‘97. And of course, there was the national team. After the United States dismal performance in France ‘98, Arena replaced coach Steve Sampson. He turned the team around over the next four years, culminating with an amazing World Cup run in 2002, leading the “Nats” all the way to the quarterfinals.

But did he still have it? After the success of the 2002 World Cup, the US flamed out in the group stage in 2006. Arena was left with egg on his face after some controversial decisions and an overly defensive style. The US Soccer federation chose not to renew his contract, and Arena returned to the MLS, this time with the New York Red Bulls. He found little success in a season and half at the helm of New York. His decision to bring in over-the-hill Claudio Reyna as his ‘designated player’ seemed to cement to many that he had lost his marbles. Once again, Bruce was out of a job.

But not for long. After a chaotic 9 months under the eccentric Ruud Gullit, the Galaxy cleared house. Arena was named coach and general manager, relieving Alexi Lalas of the latter duty.

I, along with most Galaxy fans, was less than impressed. Yes, Ruud had to go. He was simply not cut out for the MLS. He considered himself above simple duties like scouting players, preparing game plans, practicing set pieces and curtailing locker room squabbles. In fact, what he did consider his job is unclear. The Galaxy under Gullit was exciting, but in the worst sense of the word. They played attractive, attacking soccer at times, but leaked goals at a rate that would embarrass intramural teams.

However, the Bruce Arena signing seemed rushed. He was hired less than a week after Gullit’s departure. Not only had he struggled in recent years, but also, his natural style was extremely defensive. I joked to my brother that he’d have Landon Donovan playing rightback in no time. He wasn’t able to do much with the mess Ruud left, and didn’t get his first win for over a month after taking the reigns. The Galaxy ended the 2008 season tied for last place in the entire league, and fell well short of the playoffs for the third consecutive season.

Bruce began to put his own stamp on the team early in the preseason of 2009. He started bringing in ‘his’ guys- players he was familiar with, either from the national team, DC United or the Red Bulls- regardless of their age or remaining ability. In came Eddie Lewis, Tony Sanneh, Greg Berhalter, and Jovan Kirovski. All were in their mid to late 30’s, and all had played for Bruce during his time as National team coach. With the exception of Eddie Lewis, most of these moves were met with disgust from the Galaxy faithful. These players were over the hill, and had little left to offer. In came Mike Magee, Dema Kovalenko and Stefani Miglioranzi- mediocre and unexciting MLS players, I felt at the time.

Then Bruce announced the preseason cuts. This was the last straw for me. He waived Brandon McDonald, a highly promising center midfielder, young and full of potential. Brandon had it all- size, strength, touch and a powerful outside shot. He was capable of playing nearly any position. And most importantly, he was my favorite Galaxy player. I was devastated. It seemed senseless. Couldn’t we at least trade him, rather than give him away for nothing?

I was done with Bruce Arena. I didn’t see any chance of him saving the team. He had brought in his crappy and ancient favorites, he’d released some of our most promising young guys, and worst of all, he coached extremely defensive and boring soccer. I was very pessimistic about the 2009 season. I predicted another highly disappointing season for my Galaxy, and fully expected Bruce to be fired at the end of it.

The season started off somewhat as expected. The Galaxy looked mediocre. They didn’t get their first win until a month into the season, and after two months had a bizarre 9 draws, to go along with one win and two losses. The calls for Bruce’s head intensified. Not only was the Galaxy not winning, but ‘BruceBall’ was almost unwatchable. I began to remember the 5-4 losses under Gullit a little too fondly. At least they were more exciting than losing 1-0, or drawing 0-0. I was so fed up I began asking for Arena to be canned, in the middle of the season.

And then a funny thing happened. The Galaxy started winning. It began slowly, a win here, a draw there, and then the inevitable setback loss. But there was no question the team was getting better. They had an identity; they had a permanent shape. They were committed to playing solidly in defense.

Three Bruce signings were having huge roles in this defensive renaissance. Rookie defenders AJ Delagarza and Omar Gonzalez (who was yesterday named Rookie of the Year) were exceeding any rational expectations. The signing of Jamaican goalkeeper Donovan Ricketts appeared to be a masterstroke- for the first time since Joe Cannon we had a great goalie between the posts.

By late June, the early calls for Bruce Arena’s head were beginning to look like embarrassing memories. The Galaxy didn’t lose a league game for nearly two months- from June to August- and even had respectable performances against two of the biggest clubs in the world: AC Milan (D 2-2) and Barcelona (L 1-2). They were near the top of the table in the West, and the playoffs looked like a realistic possibility. Perhaps Bruce was the right coach after all.

While it took almost a year for the fans to start believing in Arena, he had the respect of his players from the beginning. When I met Eddie Johnson last spring, I jokingly mentioned how unexcited I was to have Bruce Arena as head coach of my favorite team. Eddie quickly defended Bruce, calling him the best manager he’d ever played for. And the Galaxy players seemed to agree. Bruce was constantly praised for his professionalism and work ethic, and the results were showing on the field.

At the end of the regular season, Los Angeles sat in first place in the West. They had not only clinched the playoffs, but had locked up home field throughout the playoffs. The turnaround from previous seasons was astounding, as were the stats. The 2008 Galaxy only recorded two shutouts, and gave up three or more goals eight times. By contrast, the 2009 Galaxy, under Arena, recorded 15 shutouts, and gave up three goals only twice. 5-4 losses were replaced by 0-0 draws, and 2-0 wins. It wasn’t always the most exciting style of play, but it got results. I began to enjoy the 1-0 wins, and cringed at the embarrassing defensive performances of previous years. We looked like a real professional team. Nobody was going to be calling L.A. a “pub team” again anytime soon.

Perhaps most importantly, Bruce was able to control his players. David Beckham came back from AC Milan halfway through the season, and many fans and players were justifiably less than thrilled. Landon Donovan, the Galaxy’s best player and captain, unleashed a media firestorm when he publicly criticized his English teammate in Grant Wahl’s tell-all book, The Beckham Experiment. Under a lesser manager, the team may have imploded. Bruce Arena, however, was able to keep the team’s private business just that- private. He got Landon and David to respect each other off the field, and form a dynamic partnership on it, bringing the best out of both of them.

After beating local rivals Chivas USA in the opening round of the playoffs, the Galaxy now sit only two wins away from lifting the MLS Cup, with a semi final matchup against the Houston Dynamo tonight. For doubters like me, this amount of success was unfathomable at the beginning of the season. But Bruce has proved us all wrong. With a shift in team mentality, some key acquisitions, and a total commitment from all the players, Arena has turned the Galaxy from the laughingstock of the league into legitimate championship contenders.


Earlier this week Bruce Arena was named coach of the year, to widespread agreement from fans and pundits. I can’t say that I was behind him the whole time, (unless you count those first few months I followed behind him with an axe) but I am now. The turnaround he has orchastrated in a salary cap league like the MLS is remarkable, and he has proven once again that he is a top manager. "Bruce Almighty" indeed. After the dramatic turnaround he achieved with the Galaxy, his next miracle (water to wine? walking on water? Helping San Jose make the playoffs?) should be easy.


Thanks Bruce.

Monday, November 9, 2009

A Perfect Day at Stanford Stadium

Last Saturday, I crossed another item off my sports ‘bucket list’. In the past eighteen months, I’ve been lucky enough to cross a handful of things of the list- I’ve been to an NBA Finals game, I’ve seen a match at Wembley Stadium, I’ve seen a premier league soccer game, I’ve met a favorite athlete, amongst a few other things. This Saturday, I rushed the field after a huge college football upset.

One of my best friends, Greg, is a huge Stanford fan. As we don’t have a team here at UC Santa Cruz, every sports fan has their own reasons for the college football team they root for: their parents’ alma matter, proximity to their hometown, a school their friends go to, etc. Greg’s favorite college team is Stanford. Even though Palo Alto is about an hour drive from Santa Cruz, he’d never been there to see a game before. This year, as seniors, he decided it was the last chance. I love college football, and was more than happy to join.

So early Saturday morning, Greg and I, along with a few other friends made the drive up to Palo Alto. None of us were feeling particularly great, after staying up late the night before, celebrating a friends birthday. And as the game started at 12:30, we had to get a very early start. But excitement soon overshadowed fatigue, as Greg spent nearly the entire drive bragging about how good Stanford was, and how easily they would blow out Oregon.

I was also going to be rooting for Stanford, as they were huge underdogs and more local, but Greg’s continual ‘smack-talk’ was growing insufferable. We all knew Stanford had no chance. Oregon was ranked #7 in the country and riding a 7 game win streak, including a huge win against USC only a week earlier. They were a legitimate national championship contender, if they could win the rest of their games. Greg eventually admitted he was only talking so much smack because he knew it wasn’t looking good for his team. Stanford was unranked, with 5 wins and 3 losses. Though they were undefeated at home.

We got to Palo Alto at around 11:30. We drove through some of the campus, which I’d never seen before. It was beautiful. We parked (for free!) in a shady eucalyptus grove. There were tons of tailgates going on, some with Oregon fans, some with Stanford fans, and some with a friendly mix. It was a perfect day for football- sunny and just under 70 degrees. The atmosphere was amazing, everyone was decked out in their team colors, talking excitedly about the upcoming match. We could feel the excitement as we walked through tailgate after tailgate on the way to the stadium.


(Outside the stadium)




From the distance, and when walking around the outer concourse, the stadium looks old and earthen; somewhat like the Rosebowl. However, the interior of the stadium was completely remodeled in 2005, and looks brand new. Upon emerging from the tunnel, I was greeted by views of a stadium completely different than what I expected.



(First view of the stadium's interior)




We were sitting in general admission, so we got there pretty early to grab the best possible seats. We sat just to the right of the goalposts, in the endzone, about 10 rows up. It was an amazing view, considering the tickets were only $12. I enjoyed my $5 hot dog and $5 soda while watching the players warm up. The stadium slowly filled up, and by kickoff was about 80% full. It wasn’t completely full until midway through the first quarter, and we wondered if perhaps the Stanford students were doing some last minute midterm studying.


(Oregon players warming up)


(The famous Stanford band doing a rendition of the "Oregon Trail")


(The Cardinal charge onto the field)


(A quick pregame prayer)


It soon became obvious that we’d picked an amazing game to go to. Stanford returned the opening kick 80 yards, and never looked back. They exploded for 10 points in the first 5 minutes, and led 31-14 at the half. It was surreal. They were dominating Oregon in every facet of the game, led by senior running back Toby Gerhardt who was having a career day. I couldn't believe it. Greg only said "I told you so!" a couple dozen times. I think he was in shock.


(One of Toby Gerhardt's 38 rushing attempts)


(The Duck tries to get the Oregon fans involved)


(Stanford's early lead)


(The quarterback, #12 getting hit as he throws to the corner of the endzone, looking for #83)



(The pass was caught, spectacularly, for a touchdown)


Stanford continued putting the pressure on Oregon in the second half, and seemed to put the game out of reach several times. Oregon was always a step behind though, keeping the game just close enough to remain interesting. They scored two consecutive touchdowns late in the fourth, to cut Stanford’s lead to 6, 48-42. This caused panic from Greg, who appeared to have several heart attacks in the final few minutes.

(Getting a little too close for comfort, at least for Stanford fans)


The biggest play of the game, was the onside kick that came next. Oregon had all the momentum, and if they were able to recover, they would have just over two minutes to march down the field and win the game. Fortunately (for those of us wearing red) Stanford recovered the kickoff. They ran the clock down with three more Gerhardt runs, before kicking a clinching field goal with 15 seconds left.

As time expired, the Stanford student section on the other end of the stadium spilled out on the to the field, meeting the players in a giant crush at centerfield. Greg and I looked at each other. “Should we do it?” It was an easy choice. We scrambled down to the front of our section, and through a gate onto the field. Once on the grass, we sprinted out towards the mass celebration at the center of the pitch.


(The student section spills onto the field)


(Taken while running towards the middle of the field)


It was a surreal moment. I’m not really a Stanford fan, but I had been cheering passionately for them throughout the last 4 hours. I had just witnessed a huge upset. The decision to charge the field was completely natural. Greg, our friend Adi, and myself made our way to the center of the field, and joined in the celebrations. Players were mingling with fans, the band was playing, and everyone was cheering and celebrating. We congratulated and shook hands with some of the players and high-fived fellow incredulous fans. We walked over to celebrate with the band for a while. We spent the next 45 minutes just taking it all in. It’s special enough to be able to go on the field at a major sporting event, but 1000 times cooler when surrounded by hundreds of other jubilant fans and victorious players.

(Greg, bottom left, shakes hands with one of the players, as Adi looks on)





(Adi, myself and Greg)


People starting tossing footballs around; kids were playing tag. Everyone had cameras out, snapping pictures. Players were being carried off on fan’s shoulders. Fans and cheerleaders were dancing to loud and upbeat songs from the jubilant band. We walked around, checking out all parts of the stadium, and soaking in the carnival like atmosphere. Greg was hoping to tear down the goalposts, but there were around 20 police officers and security staff in each endzone to prevent Greg and like-minded individuals from doing just that.


(Greg's adversaries)


(View back towards the endzone we were sitting in)






We reluctantly left the field after almost an hour, to start the drive home. It was an amazing experience. It was a perfect day, the game was amazing with almost 100 points scored, we saw a huge upset, and we got to storm the field. Happily running onto that turf was an almost out of body experience. It was a great day. I want to go back and see another game already...


(The stadium after most fans had left the field)


To see my entire album of 75 pictures from the game, click here
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