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The Road Not Taken

So much of life is like that Robert Frost poem, of two roads diverging. We muse about what might’ve happened by taking an alternate path; what would have “made all the difference.”

In our local soccer sphere, one particular path not taken was on Montlake. Where the world’s game was initially embraced by one University of Washington athletics administration, it was ignored by the next. Because of that neglect – or outright opposition – some observers contend Husky soccer has never achieved the heights for a school from a region so rich in natural resources.

If ever there was a golden era of girls and women in Washington state amateur soccer, it was the Eighties. Puget Sound was prolifically producing exceptional players who would go on to earn national and international recognition. Yet almost all would do so without ever matriculating through the university which might have offered the biggest mutual benefit for both player and school.

What might have been a UW all-decade selection for the 1980s. Just a sample, which includes future USWNT players, All-Americans and two Hermann Award winners.

Whereas some athletic directors across America saw the future, others clung to the past or their personal favorite. At Chapel Hill, the North Carolina athletic director, Bill Cobey, chose to start a varsity women’s soccer program in 1979. Cobey believed that by getting out in front of the sport, UNC could become a juggernaut. He hired one coach to cover both men and women. That coach, Anson Dorrance, made history and the Tar Heels’ legacy is unrivaled.

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The Absolute Beginning

Eight members of the first U.S. Women’s National Team were from Washington. On Aug. 18, the Reign celebrates the 40th anniversary of their historic debut.

They were the first. And whatever has happened since – the four world championships and five Olympic golds – was truly achieved on the shoulders of The 85ers.

Long before the country flipped on the spotlight switch for the U.S. Women’s National Team, these figures strode wide-eyed onto a world stage.  We would like to believe that they were ready for the moment, that summer afternoon along the Adriatic. But in truth, in 1985 the United States was not ready for prime time. A frugal federation saw to that.

Opening ceremonies for the 1985 Mundialito in Jesolo, Italy. (Courtesy Mike Ryan)

They hired a coach but took another two years to scratch together enough funds for a few days of preparation and some surplus men’s kits before sending their inaugural women’s team against an assemblage of Europe’s most talented and tested.

Queens for a Night

Honoring The 85ers is the centerpiece of the Seattle Reign’s Queens Night on Monday, August 18, the 40th anniversary of the USWNT debut match in Jesolo, Italy. It’s a celebration and, for many of the attendees, a homecoming.

Mike Ryan, the coach, lived in Lake City. Eight of his players hailed from the Puget Sound. What’s more, that maiden voyage could well have started in Seattle. Three months before the Mundialito, FC Seattle announced a tournament involving the USWNT, West Germany and England to be held Aug. 7-12 at Memorial Stadium. Alas, weeks later it fell apart.

Denise Bender (l) playing for Seattle’s PCI Sharks, 1980 U.S. Amateur champions. (Soccer America/Frank MacDonald Collection)

Back in 1985, the national team’s existence was largely overlooked by the media and public. Only in 1996, when attracting large crowds during the Atlanta Summer Games, did the media take notice. The 85ers have only begun receiving greater recognition in the past two years, beginning with a 2023 reunion in Asheville, N.C., followed with a 2024 celebration in Kansas City.

“This reunion is special because almost half of that team was from Washington,” said Denise Bender, the ’85 team captain who grew up on Mercer Island. “The Washington State Women’s Soccer Association and the Washington State Soccer Association were strong advocates for us to get seed money for travel to tournaments and playing on a visible platform. We couldn’t have done all that by just selling candy bars.”

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Review: ‘Girls with Goals’

A few times during the first thousand words my eyebrows arched when a new nugget of information was dropped. But it was page 16 when Girls with Goals began raising my blood near the boiling point.

Not only do I have a wife, daughter, mother and two sisters, for more than two decades during my life I have worked with girl’s and women’s athletics. I was in junior high when Title IX became law and a young father by the time I worked the 1999 FIFA World Cup. I was well aware of the enduring grind for equal rights leading up to that triumphant final before a record throng in the Rose Bowl.

Yet on page 16 of Clelia Castro-Malaspina’s history of women’s soccer, she details the early meetings between England and Scotland picked teams, in 1881.

She writes: “Many people – mostly men – showed up to watch them, but not so much as fans. They were there to gawk and heckle and yell obscene things. There seemed to be anger in the air among the male attendees over the fact that women were playing ‘their’ sport. At two separate matches, rowdy spectators stormed the field. That’s right, the earliest female footballers were literally chased off the soccer field by men.”

It’s Been a Long, Long Journey

If you’re an amateur footy historian believing that the long slog to respect had taken most of your lifetime, you now had to accept that for at least two more generations women had been facing this open resistance to them joining the game. Boomers can recall a cringe-worthy Virginia Slims cigarette advertisement from the late Sixties, about women having come a long way, “to get where you’ve got to, today.” And in chapter upon chapter Castro-Malaspina, a player herself, illustrates that the war on women’s soccer dates back a long, long, long time – all the way back to the late 19th Century.

Readers of Girls with Goals will become engrossed early on, then frustrated by the fits and starts, and finally –  finally! – vindicated by progress in the events of the last decade, namely two World Cup championships, plus equal pay. This is a book that should be circulated among every team, every class and every library and especially those populated by young teens.

“I wrote this book for anyone who loves women’s soccer (and that’s a lot of people!),” Castro-Malaspina wrote to me, “but the real target audience are girls who are like whom I was when I was a teenager – the girls who love to play soccer and/or who are huge fans of the USWNT and the NWSL. As a girl this book would have been the most important book in my library, and I really believe this book can hold a lot of meaning for many young girls and women.”

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Thanks for the Memories, Memorial

It would be 90 miles each way and I was a year away from a driver’s license. Tickets were student-priced at $2.50 but the seats were view obstructed. Yet I was determined to finally see with my eyes what I had only imagined in my mind.

As it turns out, Sunday, June 29, marks 50 years since I first saw a Seattle Sounders game firsthand. Officially, it was sold-out, except for these seats whose vantage point continually had spectators straining to see around the substantial concrete pillars. I paid cash from my lawn mowing earnings and convinced my sister to make the long drive from Centralia to Seattle to see our first professional soccer contest at Memorial Stadium.

Memorial Stadium at its peak, during the Sounders’ first two NASL seasons. (Frank MacDonald Collection)

If there was any question whether I would be consumed by this game, it was answered in those first minutes after taking our seats. One by one, the Sounders starters were announced over the loudspeaker and the crowd stood and roared.

The atmosphere in Memorial on a summer evening was magical. Between the steep rake of the permanent stands, the twin concrete roofs of the two sideline stands and the extra 6,000 bleachers filling every bit of spare space, the feeling was intimate and the noise incredible. As it turned out, I was hooked. For life.

A Beautiful Backdrop

At its best, Memorial was a big city cracker box where the sport could shine. Fifty years ago from next Saturday came the first nationally televised Sounders game, against Pelé and the Cosmos. It had the look and feel of a Soccer Specific Stadium because, in those early days, it was compact and a scarcity of tickets; the final 17 home games were all filled to capacity.

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Soccer Stories of Old Seattle: Something to Chew On

Some 40 years ago, while at the University Book Store, I crossed paths with a book like none other. After consuming many a book about soccer tactics, skills and history, The Soccer Tribe was about the game’s rituals, its participants and its followers. Written by noted British zoologist Dr. Desmond Morris, it studied human beings through the footy lens.

The Soccer Tribe took a macro approach to observing people who surround the game. In Soccer Stories of Old Seattle and Around the World, it is a more nuanced, micro examination by author and Seattle native Phil Davis and co-contributor Bob Smith.

From July 23 through July 27, 2024, electronic copies of Soccer Stories of Old Seattle and Around the World will be available free of charge from Amazon. Davis asks that in lieu of a payment during that period, readers consider making a donation to Washington State Legends of Soccer, either for its scholarship fund or ongoing initiatives.

Davis shares tales of places he’s visited, people he’s met or discovered – all at the intersection of soccer and life.   

Asked about his newly published book’s message, Davis writes that in a country and world that often presents itself as deeply divided, “Friendship between different kinds of people is possible. So is world peace, or at least the end of long wars,” he added. “We practice every four years with the World Cup. All that is needed is a sporting attitude, a few rules developed by Thomas Aquinas 850 years ago, and the beautiful game.”

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FC Seattle, 40 Years On – Part 1: Setting the Scene

Forty years ago, the best young players in America were choosing scholarship offers over signing bonuses. Whereas three years before there had been 33 clubs paying a living wage, by 1984 there were 21.

It was an Olympic year, and the United States would play before huge home crowds – upwards of 78,000 – in California during July. But by the fall, the number of professional teams would dwindle to 12 and none of them would play outdoors, 11-a-side. Instead, the fog and lasers and thumping soundtrack of Major Indoor Soccer League showmanship ruled the day.

“Back then, soccer was imploding all over the United States,” former Seattle Sounders coach Jimmy Gabriel said in 2007. “There was no real soccer league at that time. Everything was going in the wrong direction.”

Into this bleak landscape came a wind of change: Football Club Seattle.

Once a Sounders captain and head coach, Jimmy Gabriel conceived the FC Seattle approach to development. (Frank MacDonald Collection)

One of the First FCs

Rather than sit and stew, Gabriel got busy. He and others hatched an idea to flip the script on a foreign-dominated domestic game and convinced a new convert to fund a new enterprise. In the summer of ’84, FC Seattle would go against the flow, develop their fair share of followers and, within a year, start a new league that has since morphed into the USL.

In terms of a name, FC Seattle came from the future – and the old country. It would be 21 years until FC Dallas became the MLS Burn’s rebrand, ushering in a slew of FCs and SCs. In truth, FC Seattle had been a few senior amateur teams (two men, one women’s). It also had an over-30 league entry, featuring Gabriel, the Washington Youth Soccer coaching director, and a handful of ex-Sounders, plus Cliff McCrath, then the storied coach at Seattle Pacific. Another teammate, new to the game, was Bud Greer.

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FC Seattle, 40 Years On – Part 2: Seattle’s Sons

They were fearless from the first kick. And 45 seconds later, they began making believers of fans and foes alike.

If footy supporters around Puget Sound feared the Vancouver Whitecaps would wipe the Astroturf with the amateurs of Football Club Seattle, they were at least given pause when the local lads stormed in front in their inaugural match at Memorial Stadium.

Forty-five seconds into its challenge series versus Vancouver and two other NASL clubs, plus the U.S. Olympic Team, Bruce Raney bulged the west end netting. His former college coach, Cliff McCrath, climbed a railing and thrust his first in the air as fans, some yet to find their seats, screamed in delight.

Off and Running

FC Seattle was off and running. A win would come, and crowds would grow, albeit modestly, before that first season was finished. Soon after, a feeder system and league play, and a senior women’s team would be launched. Big name players would arrive, two overseas trips taken, and a trophy would be lifted.

Yet it was that belief may have been the biggest biproduct and most enduring legacy.

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FC Seattle, 40 Years On – Part 3: The Legacy

When the Sounders marched alumni out onto the Lumen Field pitch on June 15, among them were men who never cashed a paycheck or played for any team playing under that name. They played for Football Club Seattle, arguably the most ‘Seattle’ team ever, stocked almost entirely of local players.

Yet FC Seattle is largely unknown to the average fan. It falls through the cracks between two Sounders iterations, the NASL and A-League. It never played before a home sellout crowd. It lasted just even seasons and was semipro, paying players for only two of those years.

Had FC Seattle adopted the Sounders name, it would fit neatly into the narrative. Instead, it opted for ‘Storm,’ developed the next wave of players for critical roles in two championship teams and kept the lights on around Puget Sound when most of American pro soccer was going dark.

FC Seattle’s original crest. (Frank MacDonald Collection)

Forty years ago, in 1984, when 11v11 professional soccer was in its death throes, FC Seattle was the future. It encompassed youth development plus women’s and men’s teams. It helped usher a new league. Without it, there would be an 11-year gap in our heritage and a few less trophies to squawk about.

What’s In a Name?

Stitching together a 50-year history in North American soccer ain’t easy. The graveyard of clubs since the first coast-to-coast league is littered with names ranging from obscure (Apollos) to flavorless (Team Hawaii) to iconic (Cosmos).

FC Seattle owner Bud Greer had at one time contemplated rescuing the NASL Sounders. After it folded and his new club took shape, he chose the name of his men’s premier league side. “The Sounders was a damaged name; it didn’t have a good reputation (in 1984),” noted Greer. A nickname was added after the second season.

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Cannon’s Grand Entrance

All Otey Cannon did was blaze a path, fulfill his role in a legendary squad and make American footy history.

Now, approaching the 50th anniversary of his rather grand entrance into Seattle Sounders lore, Cannon has returned to Seattle, joining other members of the 1974 NASL team to become charter inductees to the Eternal Sounders Circle of Legends.

Few could rival Cannon’s ability to instantly make an impact. He was signed off waivers on June 28, 1974, and made his debut in the next game, eight days later. One particular fan took note of his warming up and was quite vocal. In the 73rd minute of a nil-nil stalemate with St. Louis, he came off the bench.

Otey Cannon celebrates scoring four minutes into his first Sounders shift, vs. St. Louis in 1974. (Frank MacDonald Collection)

“This guy in the stands was screaming my name,” and not in a good way, according to Cannon. “John (Best, head coach) told me to ignore it, to just go out there and play. Then the ball came to me, I hit it – and it went in.”

The resulting roar of the 14,000 at Memorial Stadium effectively silenced that singular loudmouth. Cannon remembers going to his knees in celebration, thinking “Damn, about time!” Beyond that, he doesn’t remember too many specifics. “I was probably just overwhelmed.”

Four minutes into his first Sounders shift, Cannon had scored what proved to be the deciding goal. After losing three straight following star Pepe Fernandez’s season-ending injury, Seattle’s expansion side won its fourth straight and was back in NASL playoff contention. Reminiscent in recent times would be Paul Rothrock’s 2023 winner at Houston – an 83’ entry and 87’ winner – in his MLS debut.

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Jimmy Gabriel: The Gift of Lift

My adoration of Jimmy Gabriel is founded largely on a single half-hour shift and, really, just the first 10 minutes. My profound admiration of our first true Mr. Sounder lasts to this day.

Jimmy Gabriel may no longer walk this earth, but without question his legacy lives on. Every time Brian Schmetzer fills out a lineup sheet or delivers his team talk. Every time Bernie James addresses his kids. Every time Dean Wurzberger or Lesle Gallimore conduct a clinic. And so on and so on.

Jimmy Gabriel celebrates as the Sounders roar back to beat Portland in 1977. (Frank MacDonald Collection)

Our state soccer community thrives on so many fronts: Professional, college, amateur, youth and, of course, our legion of fans. For 20-25 years, Jimmy Gabriel was instrumental in the development of all those. Head coach, coaching director, assistant coach, volunteer: No matter the role, he found a means to contribute, sometimes forcefully, often times quietly. Not much for pomp, he led with his heart, and that’s when he won me over.

It was 1977, Jimmy’s first year after being elevated to head coach, and the Sounders were stumbling mightily out of the gate. Never mind that they lost the first three matches, they didn’t even score, and down 2-nil at home to Portland, Gabriel and the lads were staring at 0-4. Then everything changed.

Never to be Replicated

As a kid watching on TV some 90 miles away, Jimmy’s next act was unforgettable. It will never be replicated, either. Against our fiercest rival, he pulled off his track jacket, un-retired, inserted himself into the match and imposed his will upon the outcome.

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