If you are a Rapids fan, chances are, you don’t like Alan Gordon much. He has a reputation amongst Western Conference fans as a crybaby and a cheap-shot artist. If soccer were a sushi bar; carefully crafted dishes of precision and beauty, then Gordon is a chili dog: a lumbering, clumsy masher, lacking in finesse or subtlety. He’s just a big galoot that smashes headers in the box after punching your guy in the kidneys.
A few years back, Gordon checked in at the 72’ minute mark in Colorado against the Rapids and I tweeted this:
That feeling of dread you feel when Alan Gordon checks in.