11 years. That's how long I've waited for the New England Revolution to win MLS Cup. I have had to put up with heartbreak year after year. A quick recap:
2002: Los Angeles beats us via a Carlos Ruiz golden goal.
2003: Chicago puts us out with another golden goal, courtesy of Chris Armas.
2004: DC United eliminates us on penalties.
2005: LA puts us to the sword in MLS Cup again, this time by another Guatemalan, named Guillermo F*cking Rodríguez.
I thought to myself "this year's gonna be different, we're finally gonna win a trophy". Taylor Twellman thought the same when he scored in the second half of extra-time. It felt as if I was on top of the world. I even screamed at the TV "THERE'S YOUR F*CKING BOY, BRUCE!", an obvious reference to Twellman being snubbed by Bruce Arena, who was at the match as a color commentator. Then came a moment that can be best described as soul-shattering. Houston equalised. Brian Ching headed the ball past Matt Reis, and the hand that we had placed on MLS Cup was then cruelly pried off. Then it was on to penalties, which I don't even want to talk about. Every f*cking year, I believe that this would be the year the Revs bring home MLS Cup. Instead, we keep falling at the last or next-to-last hurdle as we keep finding new ways to blow it in big matches. Yesterday was just too much to bear. As for next season, it will be a rebuilding job as at least three of our best players will be sold to European clubs. We are now officially the most cursed team in America, possibly even the world. No one gets so close, only to piss it away when the silverware is within sight.
2002: Los Angeles beats us via a Carlos Ruiz golden goal.
2003: Chicago puts us out with another golden goal, courtesy of Chris Armas.
2004: DC United eliminates us on penalties.
2005: LA puts us to the sword in MLS Cup again, this time by another Guatemalan, named Guillermo F*cking Rodríguez.
I thought to myself "this year's gonna be different, we're finally gonna win a trophy". Taylor Twellman thought the same when he scored in the second half of extra-time. It felt as if I was on top of the world. I even screamed at the TV "THERE'S YOUR F*CKING BOY, BRUCE!", an obvious reference to Twellman being snubbed by Bruce Arena, who was at the match as a color commentator. Then came a moment that can be best described as soul-shattering. Houston equalised. Brian Ching headed the ball past Matt Reis, and the hand that we had placed on MLS Cup was then cruelly pried off. Then it was on to penalties, which I don't even want to talk about. Every f*cking year, I believe that this would be the year the Revs bring home MLS Cup. Instead, we keep falling at the last or next-to-last hurdle as we keep finding new ways to blow it in big matches. Yesterday was just too much to bear. As for next season, it will be a rebuilding job as at least three of our best players will be sold to European clubs. We are now officially the most cursed team in America, possibly even the world. No one gets so close, only to piss it away when the silverware is within sight.
