But here's the thing Klinsmann might not understand. America isn't only a place. It isn't only a ledger of power that still projects across the world. America is a dream. We're dreamers. We dream things, and then we accomplish them.
The U.S. is the underdog in this sport of the feet and the ball, and some countries show pity. Their analysts talk about our heart and desire, our grit, but not American technical ability or finesse.
This is grating to the American ear, yes, because we're so used to being on top and because being patronized is insulting, especially when the insulters are correct.
But it's also good for us because it burns the heart. And that's what I saw, and perhaps you saw it too, in this week's game against Ghana, 11 burning hearts on the field in Brazil.
The U.S. team, cut down by injury, had to make up for poor technical play by running and competing and willing themselves to keep fighting. And Brooks, whom some argued shouldn't have made the team, won it at the end.
Has this one game changed American attitudes toward soccer? No. It's a process. Soccer's popularity in America is as inevitable as the hairs growing out of the ears of sports geezers who feel threatened by the beautiful game.
But advertisers and news executives lusting after that 18-to-49 demographic certainly didn't miss all the kids in all the parks at the public viewings. And they'll see a similar crowd again Sunday, when the U.S. team plays Portugal.
Brooks, an American citizen, hasn't spent much time in Chicago, but we can still claim him. Brooks' father was from here, so the kid has ties. That's the way things work, and Chicagoans know it. So let's claim him. Brooks is ours now.
Those thousands of young fans crowding the LollapaloozaLand of Grant Park the other evening certainly claimed him, even if they didn't know a thing about the tattoos.
They screamed as Brooks skied into the air to put his head on the ball in the closing minutes against the Black Stars. And in public parks in big cities and small towns across America, the same scene: crowds of young people loving their beautiful game.
Brooks jumped up to meet that ball with his head. He drove it down into the ground, and the goalie couldn't reach it as it went into the net.
That speaks not only of relentless training and discipline and muscle memory, but something else. He dreamed it.
"I told some teammates that I dreamed I scored in the 80th minute and we won the game," Brooks said afterward. "And now it was the 86th minute and we won."
He's a Chicagoan, by his blood and by that star on his elbow marking the city by the lake.
And he dreamed it. He's an American.
Keep dreaming, John Brooks.
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