I watched that match from a bar in France – the same way I’ve been watching the games this tournament. That afternoon, I can’t say as I was that excited. The US had been doing so well, it just didn’t seem possible that they would lose. I dutifully went to the bar to bear witness to another victory.
That match completely changed my relationship to the women’s game. It drew me closer to the sport, and closer to the USWNT than I had ever been – even as it made me also love Brazil.
There were very few people at the bar that day. Two bartenders. Two women, and a table of four old men. This bar had a medium-sized television up in a back corner. They graciously turned up the sound.
We all know the story. The absolutely bizarre decision to bench Solo, who’d been playing brilliantly all tournament. There was an own goal.