Going into last
Saturday’s D.C. United/New England Revolution match, there was some
justification for thinking New England might win it. The Revs were coming off a
2-0 victory against the surging Columbus Crew—the Revs’ second straight clean
sheet—and had drawn in each of their prior two games, a virtual geyser of
points by current New England standards. Furthermore, D.C. had beaten the Revs
twice already this year in games decided by a single goal, and it is, or should
be, difficult to beat a rival three times in one season. On the other side, D.C.
had slipped in the standings, having won only one game in their last six.
Finally, last Tuesday, D.C. unfortunately lost 2011 league MVP Dwayne De
Rosario to a knee injury suffered while he was playing for Canada in a World
Cup qualifying match.
It pains me to say
so, but if I’d been in Las Vegas last weekend, I might have laid down some (for
me) serious money on New England to beat D.C. (assuming there’s a sports book in
Vegas that even takes bets on MLS games). Because, you see, I “had a feeling,”
one of those rare and unlooked-for surges of confidence that seems to spring
from somewhere or something outside ourselves. I mention all this purely for
educative purposes. We tend to remember only when these strong, sports-related
premonitions prove true, as they did for me when the 1987 Redskins beat the
Denver Broncos in Super Bowl XXII (Denver was actually favored by 3) and when
the Carolina Panthers covered the spread (and nearly won) against the Patriots
in Super Bowl XXXVIII.
On the other hand,
we tend to forget when those “feelings” don’t in the end pan out (unless we
have the ill luck to actually place a big bet, in which case presumably we’d
remember). In any case, I’ll wrap up this digression because this isn’t an
advice column, let alone an anti-gambling blog. But I have been to Vegas many
times and placed many small-dollar bets on various sporting events. Please take
my word for it if you don’t have firsthand experience: it is stunningly difficult to do anything but
lose money at a sports book.
But to resume: To
no one’s surprise but my own, D.C. beat the Revolution 2-1, eliminating this
tired, lackluster New England team from the playoffs with five games still to
play. The Revolution started the same lineup they used to beat Columbus, with
the exception that Jerry Bengtson started in place of Dimitry Imbongo. Bengtson
did not have a memorable game, and was likely fatigued from his
own international duties with Honduras. He came off in the 61st
minute for Imbongo. It is probably coincidental, but right around the time of the
Imbongo substitution, D.C. exerted furious pressure on the Revs, creating a
couple of excellent chances and scoring the game-winner on the second of those
chances.
I could go on
about how the Revolution might just as easily have won this game than lost it,
marshaling superior time-of-possession and attempts-on-goal statistics to
support my argument, but during that brief stretch around the 60-minute mark,
D.C. effectively proved they were the superior team and deserved to win the
game.
The Revs got
another good game from Kevin Alston playing at left back. He was dangerous flying
up the sideline and sending in left-footed crosses. He also looks better on the
ball in general to me than he did last year, with an improved touch and ability
to create space. The Revolution also got their first minutes from newly signed
midfielder Juan Toja. Toja came on in the 73rd minute for Flo
Lechner and made an impact, sending a good ball into the box to Kelyn Rowe in
the 85th minute and drawing a foul in a dangerous area during the
final seconds of stoppage time. Bizarrely, New England keeper Matt Reis called
off his teammates and took the free kick himself. It sailed high over the bar.
Benny Feilhaber
again did not start, coming on as a late substitute with Toja. Feilhaber added
to his large and growing number of near misses, sending a scorching shot into
the wrong side of the side-netting in the 79th minute and firing a
shot directly to United keeper Bill Hamid in the 86th. It’s very
difficult not to feel for the guy, just as most of us feel for baseball players
stuck in a hitting slump. The unpleasant fact remains, though, that Feilhaber’s
the Revolution’s highest-paid player and after 29 games and over 1,800 minutes,
he’s still sitting on one goal and two assists. And his team is still sitting
on a mere 28 points.
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