In the midst of our battle for fame, power and fortune, the United States often struggles to claim our identity. Sure Apollo Anton Ohno winning numerous medals in the Winter Olympics is great for us. Even though a guy like Tiger Woods drives his reputation into the water (pun intended), we still marvel at how good he really can be and we take pride in his accomplishments. When we heard the news the American soldiers had finally taken down the world’s #1 terrorist, we sang joy into late hours of the night because we knew we had made the world a little safer. But I often ask the question, “What is our identity?”
In most countries across the globe, soccer is what makes the clock kick- or tick. Children run outside to play in the streets, the park, the field and I’m sure hundreds of your mother’s would prefer that they don’t play in the house. Rain, snow, wind or sunshine, the boots are laced up and the ball is out, with or without a pitch. And that’s the identity! You identify with your teams colors. You identify with the chants of glory, win or lose. You find yourself in arguments whether the last transfer was financially sound or if you wasted money on yet another sloppy defender. Your identity comes from the time you enter this world and, more often than not, it’s without personal choice, but you live by your team anyway. And when a guy like Wayne Rooney enters The Emirates, you scowl at his presence.
In the United States, we receive a very small scent of that identity. We have basketball, baseball, American football, golf, tennis, soccer, Nascar, bowling, World Series Poker, Little League baseball, softball, and many other events that I could honestly care less about. The point is that I envy the pride and identity that you have as a European football fan. I am jealous that even when the English Premier league is over, you still get to been in the mix of the greatest sport on earth. When the EPL season is over, most of us soccer enthusiast’s go into hibernation. We would kill to be in rainy London for one day to see Chelsea vs. Arsenal. We would beg and scrape to have the passion and excitement that raises the hair off your arm when Walcott demonstrates a technical finish in the back of the net.
So continue to take pride in what you have Gunner fans, it could be worse… You could be watching the LeBron comedy series. You could be tuning into the LA Dodger break-up– ‘how a divorce ruins a franchise’. And if that doesn’t make you Arsenal folks feel better, come sit on my couch and watch Lamar and Khloe Kardashian. You will hate your life, but at least we could talk about the real football. I will bring the beers!
Daniel Mercer is a soccer enthusiast that has been following the sport for 25 years. Daniel currently works in media for Time Warner Cable and dreams to one day more closely with soccer, travelling around England from Old Trafford and The Emirates.