Mark Starr
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Thu, Aug 21 2008

An 'I' in Team: The U.S. women celebrate. Photo by Donald Miralle for NEWSWEEK
Despite
how often Mia Hamm was reminded that she was the singular face of
American woman‘s soccer, the “I” word never escaped her lips. Until the
day she retired after the Athens Olympics, Hamm as well as her
teammates always talked about “we.” And they insisted that the bonds of
sisterhood, as the women struggled together to put their game on the
American map, were as essential to their success—two World Cup triumphs
and two Olympic gold medals—as their considerable playing skills.
That notion was supposed to be at the core of the next generation
of U.S. women's team players. But the 2007 World Cup in China revealed
that it had never completely taken hold. The implosion came after
starting goalkeeper Hope Solo, who had backstopped the team without a
loss to the semi-finals, was benched against Brazil in favor of the
veteran, Briana Scurry. Scurry was hardly the only problem that day
when a quicker, more talented Brazilian team kicked the U.S. women 4-0.
But afterward, Solo mouthed off, indicating not only her displeasure at
being sidelined, but insisting that she would have fared better than
Scurry, a hero of the ’99 World Cup triumph.
Trashing a teammate and a coach was something a man would do and the
team reacted with predictable fury. No longer was Solo just benched,
she was booted off the team and on her way home before the U.S. team,
with Scurry in goal, won the bronze medal game. The loss and the
subsequent mess cost coach Greg Ryan his job. His replacement, Pia
Sundhage, a Swede and the first non-American to coach the U.S. women’s
national team, faced a lot of resistance when she invited Solo back.
But she insisted that Solo was critical to the team's Olympic hopes.
“Do you want to win?” she asked the players.
And last night with Solo in the nets, the United States—in the kind
of delicious irony that sport so often serves up—faced heavily favored
Brazil again, this time for the Olympic gold medal. Could the woman who
had so recklessly shed one legacy be the mainstay in rescuing
another—winning?
For 90 minutes, the 27-year-old Solo did everything possible to keep
the United States in the gold-medal chase. She gobbled up balls without
a stumble or a fumble, executed perfectly timed dashes to beat the
speedy Brazilian forwards to the ball and punched out several dangerous
corner kicks that she couldn’t snare. And in the 72nd minute
when the brilliant Marta dribbled through two U.S. defenders and fired
inside post, Solo knocked away what looked to be a sure goal with her
right forearm as she was falling to her left. The Brazilian coach would
say later he was already getting to his feet to celebrate.
In the 89th minute, U.S. forward Amy Rodriguez had the
fairytale ending on her foot. After a game in which Brazil had
frequently looked dangerous—it had 14 corner kicks to the U.S.’s 3 and
possessed the ball 58 percent of the game—and the U.S. hadn’t,
Rodriguez slipped through the Brazilian defense and went in alone on
the goalkeeper. But rather than try to go around the keeper, who had
ventured out, she tried to loft the ball softly over her and didn’t get
it above her fingertips.
Sometimes you just have to work overtime for redemption. While Solo
remained unflappable, keeping the potent Brazilian attack at bay, the
ball finally took a big bounce America’s way in the sixth minute of the
30-minute overtime session, This time when Rodriguez got the ball at
the top of the box, she knew exactly what to do with it. She slid it
over to midfielder Carli Lloyd, the team’s best outside gun and the one
player who had been outspoken in defense of Solo. Lloyd fired a
left-footer, diagonally from about 19 yards out, and the ball just slid
past the outstretched left hand of the sprawling Brazilian keeper.
The Brazilians never stopped threatening and fired away on Solo
throughout the second half of overtime. But their shots were always
just wide or just over the net. On one free kick from 30 yards out,
Solo appeared to be screened because she never moved on the ball, but
it skittered wide right. In the final minute, Brazil had two more
golden opportunities; Solo punched one out of danger and sprawled to
deflect the second wide. When the final whistle blew and the U.S. had
held on for a 1-0 victory, Solo raised her arms in triumph and charged
upfield and into the middle of her jubilant teammates.

Welcome: Solo after the match. Photo by Donald Miralle for Newsweek
But soon she was alone at the end of the field, talking on a
cellphone to her brother back home in Washington. Later when she was
asked if she felt fully part of the team now, she suggested that maybe
she had been a pioneer—like Hamm, though she never suggested that—in
changing roles in women’s sports. “We don’t have to be best friends,”
she said of her and her teammates. But she clearly felt some burden had
been lifted. “I can be myself now without looking over my shoulder,”
she said. “I’m free to be myself now.” Asked if she felt vindicated,
she simply said, “I feel amazing.”
Nobody will ever know if Solo would have made a difference against
Brazil in the World Cup a year ago. And maybe her decidedly unsisterly
comments were bad form. But in old-fashioned parlance, if she talked
the talk back then, tonight she certainly walked the walked. Solo was
all the difference. And thanks above all to her heroic efforts, the
United States women’s soccer team has added another gold medal—probably
the most surprising in its storied history--to its vast treasure trove.
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