It was a picture that first drew me to Terrence Boyd. The tall, long-limbed striker had only played in a handful of matches for the U.S., and his promise was evident, even if the end-product wasn’t there yet. He had been a hot prospect for Borussia Dortmund, scoring goals by the bunches for their second team and even earning a bench spot at Westfalenstadion. At that particular moment, he was trying to climb the European ladder in Austria. But it was a picture, taken on a torn-up field in Panama, which made me a Terrence Boyd fan.
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