Nearly four years ago, I distinctly remember watching as Kyle Beckerman was dropped for an important match against Belgium. It wasn’t something I was particularly happy about, and I think it led to our demise.
And that’s really the last U.S.-related World Cup memory I have. I’m choosing to ignore certain things — Chris Wondolowski shanking his shot, for example; I’ve completely forgotten about that, wholly and utterly — so really, I’m sad we’re being forced to wait another four years.
Anyway, yeah. The World Cup. It’s here. Should it be in Russia?