Daegu, South Korea - The internet is a great thing. Thanks to pc bars, we were able to coordinate things such as mass meetings at bars. Someone would find a place, post it on a message board or email group and then that nite, that's where the US party would be. Old Blue was the place we partied at the nite before the game. We were drinking and sing, all anxiously awaiting for the next day's big game.
We had decided to meet at a TGIF's the morning before the game. What a mistake. No one told Friday's this and they were grossly understaffed. It took like 1hr and 30 minutes to get your food. But we did pack the place with US fans. TGIF's didnt know what hit them...
The stadium was crazy. There was a sea of red everywhere. The noise, the banners, the immense flags. Trying to sing pro US songs and be heard was very very difficult. South Korea came out and as expected went on the offensive early. And then..then....Clint struck. Give him one chance and BANG....1-0 US. It was unreal. We all went nuts and that goal silenced the crowd a bit and we could at least be heard singing our heads off. Late in the 1st half, Agoos got called for a PK. It was nice to see Goose finally get to play in the World Cup, but Agoos was by far the worst player on the field every game.
When Friedel saved the PK, it seemed destined for us to win that game. Alas in the final 20 of the game, Korea scored on a set piece (again Agoos' man) and the final score was 1-1. This was Friedel's coming out game. He made save after save after save to keep the US in the game. Everyone in the world took notice and he was staking his claim as one of the best keepers in the world on the biggest stage possible.
Heading home from the stadium was a mess. Right after the game, Joe had to split to head back to Seoul; his tour in Korea was over. We missed ya the rest of the way buddy. The lines for buses were worst then leaving a Metros Game to get back to NYC. And the stadium is in the middle of nowhere so you couldn't really walk anywhere. I lost my crew exiting the stadium, so I was on my own making it back to our motel. An hour and half later I was finally back at the motel, dripping with sweat, completely exhausted. That Baby Flag ain't light. To my surprise, I made it home before Brent, Leo and Sansone. We all ate dinner at a great Chinese restaurant and called it a nite.
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