No-hitter

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Sunday, June 2nd, 2019 – Detroit City FC 3 FC Columbus 0

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Sunday was one of the most complete and dominant performances City has ever put together. If it were a baseball game, it would’ve been a no-hitter. If it were a round of Mortal Kombat, it would’ve been a Flawless Victory. If it were a battle, it would’ve been Cannae, with Columbus playing the role of the encircled Romans, unable to move, waiting all afternoon in the Italian summer sun until it was their turn to die.

The only remotely nervy moments came in the first half, when the ball from a Columbus corner bounced around in front of Owen Finnerty a few times, and when City’s dominance in possession failed to result in any real quality chances.

In the second half, though, they started to wear Columbus down, mixing in a few more long balls and crosses until one finally found the head of Shawn Lawson for the breakthrough.

The sender of said cross, Kervin Kenton, changed the game when he came off the bench and was the fenceline’s unoffical Man of the Match. I’m not privy to front office dealings, but if he hasn’t been offered a pro contract yet, it should happen today. Quality left-sided defenders are hard to come by, and those who are equally proficient in attack are even less common. Grab him with both hands, sign him up, and never let him go.

At the end, Cyrus Saydee’s goal to make it 3-0 resulted in a picture which summed the match up perfectly.

Photo by Jon DeBoer

City calm and in contol, Columbus utterly defeated after huffing, puffing, and chasing all evening, coming away with absolutely nothing to show for it.

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Be Water

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Sunday, May 19th, 2019 – Detroit City FC 2 Kalamazoo FC 3

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“Be like water making its way through cracks. Do not be assertive, but adjust to the object, and you shall find a way around or through it. If nothing within you stays rigid, outward things will disclose themselves…”

I don’t know if Bruce Lee ever played soccer, but if he did, I imagine he would’ve approached it the same way as martial arts: fiercely competitive and open to any technique or way of thinking that could improve his game.

In the middle of his career, Lee became frustrated with the conventional practices and techniques of the fighting styles he had studied. He felt they were too constricting and not well-suited for hectic real-world scenarios.

Detroit City’s loss on Sunday – to a pesky opponent, on a saturated field, amid swirling winds – was a perfect example of just such a scenario. It was also reminiscent of nearly all the losses they’ve suffered in the Keyworth era, which typically follow a similar pattern:

Phase 1: City looks like the better team for the first 30-60 minutes.

Phase 2: Once the opposing team realizes this, they get more and more aggressive, fouling freely and taking yellow cards to break up the play and throw City out of sync.

Phase 3: City starts trying to force the issue, playing more long balls and risky passes. The opposing team seizes on miscues and gets one or more goals, typically off of counter-attacks.

Phase 4: City gets more desperate and their play deteriorates further. Once the final whistle blows, we all file out and wonder how that one got away.

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Season Preview 2019: A Silly Place

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Detroit City FC is turning pro in August, but in the more immediate future, there remains one last romp through the league where the club has made its name, the NPSL.

There are some good aspects to the league, some bad, but it’s always been a bottomless reservoir of entertainment.

One of the great things about the league is its low barrier to entry; City was founded for roughly ten thousand dollars in 2012. That could also be seen as a negative – for every DCFC or Chattanooga there are several Pensacola Cities or Zanesvilles – but having an open market for low-budget clubs to give it their best shot is badly needed in the highly stratified, closed system of US Soccer.

The NPSL serves as an incubator for clubs with new ideas and different philosophies, and its decentralized nature allows them to grow and progress however they see fit. For the most part, the quality shines through while incompetence crashes and burns.

The constant churn of clubs coming and going has made for some weird divisional alignments and playoff quirks over the years, but for all of the NPSL’s flaws and inadequacies, it’s provided a wealth of delightful absurdity.

It would be impossible for me to provide a comprehensive list, so the following examples are limited to those involving City. Some I experienced in person, and some were lived vicariously through various media and secondhand accounts:

(1) The 2013 regular season opener in Berkley against FC Sparta Michigan. Before the match, Sparta issued a laundry list of items that would not be allowed into the stadium, some of which were reasonable (guns), and some which were head-scratchers (confetti). City supporters were subjected to invasive pat-downs…

…delaying their entry into the stands, and a group of police cruisers circled the stadium for the duration of the match, presumably to deter the villainous Northern Guard from its typical activities of arson, terrorism, and pushing old ladies down flights of stairs. Despite the extra security measures, copious amounts of confetti were smuggled in and freely dispersed into the air. City won 5-1, prompting me to dub it the Mother’s Day Massacre™.

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Sympathy

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Friday, June 1st, 2018 – Detroit City FC 8 FC Indiana 0

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In my illustrious superlative adequate rec soccer career, I’ve played on teams ranging from good to really really bad. In the case of the latter, it’s one thing to lose, but it’s another to have your spirit crushed and your will to resist stripped away. There are few things more frustrating than being dribbled around for the fifteenth time by someone who’s obviously leagues better than you are, or when said someone complains profusely to the referee two minutes later because you accidentally clipped their heel trying desperately to catch up to them.

Arguably the only thing worse, though, is being on the opposite side. After you score five or six and it becomes evident that there’s no challenge forthcoming, the match devolves into a slow-motion execution. You no longer get any joy from scoring outrageous goals and pinging together passes like you’re 2008 Barcelona, but you feel compelled to continue, in order to help the other team learn about themselves by providing a little insurmountable adversity.

Watching Friday’s match was the first time I’ve ever felt genuinely sorry for an NPSL team. Much like Old Yeller, FC Indiana was not the one to cry for. City, aka Travis (the kid with the gun), faced the unenviable moral burden of doing what had to be done, and they’re the ones who truly deserve our compassion.

My heart ached for City as they went to their thankless task.

First came goals from Stephen Carroll, Shawn Lawson, and Rafa Mentzingen, who did their utmost to help Indiana learn by repeating the lessons they had taught them just five days earlier. (Those three also scored against Indiana the previous Sunday).

Then Seb Harris stepped to the spot. Surely he didn’t want to bury his penalty, but he felt he owed it to the keeper. His solemn demeanor immediately thereafter showed that he took no joy in his duty.

A little later, it was Dave Edwardson’s turn. His snap shot practically screamed, “LET ME HELP YOU! I’M TRYING TO HELP YOU!”

Oh, what anguish they must’ve felt. Just look at their faces.

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Finally, mercifully, it ended.

Indiana, character built and hardened by the experience, headed home. Despite another loss on Sunday, they scored their first two goals of the season. Perhaps the lessons are sinking in.

City now look to the biggest weekend of the season so far, one in which they must raise their game and become more than mere youth instructors. It’s too early to call next Sunday’s match with Ann Arbor a must-win, but it may be the last chance they have to stay in control of their own fate.

May City continue to earn our sympathy.

Unknown Country

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Wednesday, May 16th, 2018 – Detroit City FC 1 FC Cincinnati 4 (AET)
Saturday, May 19th, 2018 – Detroit City FC 2 FC St. Pauli 6

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Those who strive to reach new heights must inevitably push themselves beyond what they’ve done in the past. The old ways, however successful they’ve been, may not necessarily apply in the harsh terrain of the unfamiliar.

While some new ventures will result in instant success, the likelihood is low. More often, you have to fall flat on your face – again, again, and again. And a few more times after that. It’s all part of finding your way in new, confusing surroundings.

Whether success or failure is the end result, knowledge is always gathered, and growth is attained. If community-building and enrichment is Detroit City FC’s essence, it’s supported by a culture of boundary-pushing, of, “I’m taking this huge bite and I’m not sure if I can chew it all, but I’m gonna go for it and see what happens.”

I have a theory that this attitude permeates the club from the top on down, so that a supporter lighting a flare just to see if he can get away with it is merely a reflection of City’s ownership elbowing their way into the American soccer country club without the permission of Those Who Know Best. Working title: The Czervik Principle.

Not long ago, City was playing punt-and-chase against teams like Binghamton and Zanesville. Now they’re stringing together beautifully-executed counters against professional sides…

…and convincing one of the world’s best-supported clubs to come play at Keyworth, while in the process earning screen time on the same station that broadcasts the Tigers, Red Wings, and Pistons.

While the results of this week’s matches were not as we’d hoped, the overall mood surrounding the club should be one of encouragement. City went punch-for-punch with one of the best teams in USL until they were worn down by superior depth and fitness in extra time, and there should be no shame in being beaten handily by a far superior 2. Bundesliga team fresh off of a relegation dogfight.

Taking a wider view, the fact that these matches even took place at all is proof that City is progressing at a furious rate. And as fun as it is to beat up on hapless clubs from Podunk Midwestern towns, true development comes from testing yourself against superior opponents.

By repeatedly probing its own limits, City has redefined what a small American club can be. In trying to carve out a place in the world, setbacks and frustrations are a given, but the best solution is to simply step forward and see what’s out there.

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