Lou City 1 Miami 0 As it Happened
Photo by Elizabeth Shaw
“Achievement is its own reward. Pride obscures it.”
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Wait for it: Lou City 1-Miami 0 — Fleur-de-lis FC
Let’s talk about Miami
I have never been to Miami, unless you count the basement of my childhood home. I feel like that needs further explanation.
Memory is always a fuzzy thing but for our purposes, this will be close enough. I think my dad bought our first VCR the summer of 1984. It was an RCA. For some reason that is lost to time in order to test out the VCR, my dad recorded episodes of Miami Vice. If you were not alive at the time, it is hard to imagine the blurry line between a cultural phenomenon and whether that cultural phenomenon was appropriate for children. That never seemed to be of any major concern in my house. I don’t have any specific memory of watching Miami Vice, but I have very specific memories of “playing” Miami Vice among other things. Quick side note that probably really needs to be lost to time: for a couple of years there was an animated series called Mister T. Yes, that Mr. T. The title character, I kid you not, was a coach of a gymnastics team travelling the world while becoming involved in and solving various mysteries. I remember “playing” this too. Anyway, back to Miami Vice. My younger brother David and I would play in the basement with 3 key items. The first one was a toy handgun. Look at this thing.
Now luckily, we grew up in the middle of nowhere and were not out on “the streets”. Can you imagine buying this today?
Second was the Miami Vice Soundtrack, on cassette obviously.
I specifically remember the theme, “Smuggler’s Blues”, “In the Air Tonight” (of course), and “Vice” by Grandmaster Melle Mel.
Now, “Vice” is a curious bit of nostalgia.
From the lyrics:
”It's everywhere you go
They said in Miami it'll never snow
Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand
It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram
Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry
The air that they breathe the food that they buy
They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie”
Which brings me to the third thing that we always had…
In a pinch, a lighter color of SweeTarts would have to do, but nothing quite had that cocaine look or feel (as imagined by a 9-year-old) than a crushed white Smartie. The Shaw children were always seizing the said cocaine, never dealing it, but once playtime was over, well we were taught not to be wasteful. (Of course we didn’t snort it you weirdo!)
If it makes you feel any better, I definitely watched more Golden Girls (set in Miami at virtually the same time so let that sink in). I hope somewhere in the world there exist 3 or 4 sisters who grew up in the eighties that played Golden Girls in their basement.
If you have a similarly embarrassing story, feel free to post in the comments.
Sorry for the long intro but this match was boring as hell!
Lou City lined up as:
12-Faundez, 2-McFadden, 4-Totsch, 9-Goodrum, 13-Dia, 16-A. Perez, 17-T Davila, 24-Jones, 25-Wilson, 31-Lambert, 32-Adams (C)
1st Minute
A short corner comes to nothing.
4th Minute
Adams has to head one off the line when Faundez comes out to get a touch on the ball and doesn’t clear it completely out of danger.
9th Minute
Dia is getting a lot of space outside.
10th Minute
Lou City is being a little wasteful with their free kicks (a theme on the evening as it turned out).
12th Minute
On a free kick, McFadden’s header goes wide for a corner.
15th Minute
Lou City has a decent chance on a Jones header, but it is saved.
18th Minute
Goodrum shoved over somebody in the box. He thinks we don't see it, but we see it.
19th Minute
Lou City over pass and don't get a shot off.
22nd Minute
A great cross from McFadden ultimately finds Dia but the ball goes wide.
29th Minute
Wilson misses a good chance at the far post.
31st Minute
Dia sends in a good cross but doesn't find anybody. Out for a corner.
39th Minute
While warming up, Morris is working the touchline official pretty hard. Said official is constantly out of position.
40th Minute
A free kick from Wilson goes over the top.
42nd Minute
The officiating tide has turned from neutral to poor.
Halftime
Lou City 0 - Blanche Devereaux’s Gentleman Callers 0
Miami will definitely be happier. Well as happy as you can be, being in last place.
50th Minute
McFadden has a delicious touch for Goodrum which ultimately sets up a corner. That corner comes to nothing.
57th Minute
McFadden is letting the other assistant referee have it now after not getting the free kick decision.
60th Minute
Lou City players are starting to get a little upset and flustered.
61st Minute
Wholesale front line change as Serrano, Ownby and Lancaster enter.
69th Minute
Lou City can't seem to get on the same page.
75th Minute
Long throw by Jones. Nothing.
79th Minute
Free kick...nothing.
88th Minute
GOAL! Ownby. Finally. Lou City 1 - Miami 0
Stoppage Time (Six Minutes)
Great save by Faundez.
Full Time
Lou City 1 - Glenn Frey’s 5 O’clock Shadow 0
The quote at the top of the page is a semi-obscure one from another classic TV Show, Twin Peaks. It has always stuck with me although I tend to focus on the “achievement is its own reward” part. Everyone associated with the club, knows that Lou City wants to win bigger things (although there is an argument to make that this achievement is the more difficult one and more indicative of the long season). There was much celebration, which Elizabeth showcases, but I don’t think I have even seen a madder group of players 5 minutes before a trophy lift than I saw in the post match huddle. The performance was fairly poor at a point in the season where you can’t really afford one.
The achievement is what it is. An achievement. The team will put it behind them and not be overly proud of it because there is more to achieve. I think a question we can all ask ourselves is “are we driven by success or failure, or are we just driven?” I am not sure there is a correct answer to that, but I do think people who are just driven tend to push the rest of us. Hopefully Lou City has enough of these to win the ultimate prize.
