For the US, the Women's World Cup final Sunday could be similar
to the last two matches. Like Brazil and France, Japan could put the
US on the back foot. But the US has Abby Wambach.
Stop us when this begins sounding familiar.
The United States women's national team is facing one of the up-
and-coming teams in the 2011 Women's World Cup.
The United States women's power and speed will be pitted against
their opponent's superior passing and technical ability.
The United States women are on the verge of silencing the echoes
of Mia Hamm and Julie Foudy and the Class of 1999.
OK, you get the point.
First with Brazil in the quarterfinals, then with France in the
semifinals, we've been here before: The US, twice world champions
and three times Olympic champions, is up against a new breed of
women's soccer team - one that has learned the game not by emulating
the sport's traditional powers, but by seeking to revolutionize how
the women's game is played.
For a week now, women's soccer has been playing king of the hill,
and the US is the last of the old guard left standing.
Now, it's Japan's turn in the Women's World Cup final Sunday. If
Brazil is Carnival with corner kicks and France is Rodin in soccer
shorts, then Japan is the soccer world's I.M. Pei.
While the US women bear down on goal as through their tube socks
are on fire, legs churning, hair flying, Japan peers out at 100
yards of green grass and sees a geometry problem to be solved.
Remember FoxTrax, that annoying glowing dot that Fox Sports used
to put on the hockey puck? Well, if ABC did that with the soccer
ball Sunday, the difference between the US and Japan would be
When the US had the ball, that glowing dot would almost always be
moving in one direction: forward. The US attack is a medieval siege,
with 10 women attempting to place the ball on the head of their
human battering ram, Abby Wambach.
With Japan, however, that glow would form a luminous spider web
covering the entire field. Its goal, of course, is a goal, but the
players are in no rush. They'll get there eventually, and they're
not bothered by the prospect of making a pass or two - or 30 - to do
it. Forward, backward, sideways - whatever, and usually all done to
a clockwork metronome beat.
"They get you on that carousel, and they can leave you dizzy,"
legendary coach Alex Ferguson once said of the intricate passing of
Spanish men's club Barcelona. …