The USA and Soccer – It’s Not That Complicated


Game Four of the NHL Western Conference Finals featuring the Chicago Blackhawks and the San Jose Sharks. 2010. Chicago is up three games to none. Blackhawks defenseman Duncan Keith takes a puck in the mouth and loses seven teeth. He’s out of the game for only seven minutes – one for each tooth – then heads back into the fray.

Same year, just a few months later. Any one of the soccer matches played in the 2010 World Cup. A forward gets tripped by a defender from the opposing side. He falls, flops around like a carp on the shoreline, grimacing, holding his shin and beating on the ground. Medics rush out with a stretcher, hover over the downed player for a minute or three. He gets up and, lo and behold, all is well. The medics rush off the pitch and play resumes.


“That,” said my hockey-loving friend, “is why I don’t like soccer.” He’d just given me the stark comparison in response to my argument that hockey players, if no one else, should appreciate the world’s game. The games are so similar – nets, goalies, the need to sometimes move backward to get moving forward again.

“Seems like you guys should really appreciate it.”

“Ahhhh…. No.”


It’s World Cup time again. People around the world are going nuts, painting their faces, taking holidays to watch their national teams play in Brasil. Through it all, I’ve been thinking again about why soccer isn’t more popular here.

The sport has made gains in the USA in recent years and, of course, interest has spiked over the past month during the World Cup. Compared to the rest of the world, though, it’s is a bust here. Why? There are many theories.

One is that it’s Madison Avenue’s fault; advertisers aren’t interested in sponsoring matches because there aren’t enough commercial breaks. And, since it’s not on TV, the argument goes, we just don’t know what the game is all about. Another is that there isn’t enough scoring, and Americans are spoiled. We want to see the payoff now, and again in a few seconds or minutes, and then again…. Search “Why Americans Hate Soccer” and you’ll find a bajillion blog posts that claim to have the answer. And on most it comes down to two words: The Flop.

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My family can’t get enough of World Cup 2014. Just as we did during the women’s World Cup in 2011 and will do again next year, we’re recording every match, regardless of who is playing, and watching them in the evenings. When the USA played Germany, I watched part of the match via live stream on my computer at work over my lunch break. However, like most Americans, we can’t stand The Flop. We yell at the screen, “Gimme a break! He barely touched you!” or “C’mon, don’t be such a wuss!”

Despite my hockey friend’s suggestion, these players, men and women, are not meek or weak. They are not wimps. Have you SEEN these guys when they take of their jerseys to trade after a match? Can you say eight pack? These athletes and their female counterparts are animals who run for 45 minutes straight, no breaks. Except when they flop.

The Flop is, and always will be, part of the game. It’s a tactic for getting teammates a short break and some water during a grueling match, or for running some precious (to the other team) seconds off the clock when your team is ahead.

But for most Americans, it’s repulsive. The Flop goes against more than two centuries of grind it out. Walk that off, we say. Never, ever, let the other guy see he’s hurt you. When the going gets tough, the tough get going. Up an’ at ’em! Get back on the horse. Gimme your best shot. Rub some dirt in it.


Back in 2010, a couple of days before the Stanley Cup final got going, reported that, “Keith said the worst part of the ordeal was ‘getting needles in the gums and the roots…. It was to deaden the area so he could return to the ice.'” When asked if eating had been a challenge with so many chompers gone, the defenseman replied with a joke. “‘I’ve been all right,’ he said. ‘I still have some teeth in there on the side.'”

Tough it out and play on. That’s my advice to world soccer for getting more love in The States. And then I remember: they don’t care. Football/Fútbol is The World’s Game, not ours…yet.

As we gnash our teeth over The Flop and other theories as to why more Americans don’t like soccer, the rest of the world is enjoying the game.

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Martin C. Fredricks IV

Martin C. “Red” Fredricks IV here. I’m husband to an amazing woman who is also my best friend, dad to three outstanding kids, Fargoan (North Dakota, that is), proud introvert, veteran messaging strategist/copywriter, blogger ( nonprofit founder ( and big-time reader. As they say, if you're gonna write good stuff, you have to read good stuff. A ginger, too - ergo the "Red" - although some of it's going white. Cinnamon-Sugar, I call it. Tattooed to boot; seven so far. At age 54, I'm stilling crankin' AC/DC & Metallica, but now and again I spin some Eric Church and Black Uhuru, too. I love hanging out with my (much) better half, spending time with our kids, writing, hiking, riding my mountain bike and reading.


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