1-0? Really? For all I know, we dominated from start to finish (though the writeups don't seem to validate that point), and could have won by much more. I'm not really going to do much of a reaction to this match.
I didn't bother watching. I can't stand Bob-ball. We've got the most attacking midfield talent this country has ever produced swimming around in the player pool, we're taking on a team whose players do not benefit from training day-in and day-out at professional clubs, and yet Bob still rolls out the twin d-mid setup?
For the love of GOD, man! I don't freakin' care if it's efficient and "gets the job done". Truth be told, it seems like it very nearly didn't, as the Cubans had a late chance (or so I've heard) that could have knotted things up.
Let's review. Two matches. Two 1-0's. A goal from a set piece and a goal from a long ball. And still the same sorry cast is trotted out to the embarrassment of many (well, me at least). I'm not going to pretend that results don't matter. They do. But the game is also about entertainment--about skill and beautiful play. We're actually in a position to do a little bit of that these days.
We're one of the top dogs in this region. With all due respect to our Cuban brothers and sisters--they're not. We've got the talent. We've got the players. We've got the experience. What we don't have is a quality hand on the wheel.
Bob is Bob. He gets results, he prepares well, he's thorough. He's an ideal assistant coach. But where is the inspiration? Where are the tactics? Where is the willingness to use the tools at your disposal to paint something beautiful rather than resorting to dull, dreary landscapes in shades of gray. Those new away kits sure fit the zeitgeist of American soccer in its current drab, unambitious state, don't they?