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| photo by maureen lunn | via PhotoRee |
Some talking points from last night's embarassment of riches:
Seattle proved a brilliant setting for Wednesday night's shellacking (I mean game) versus the Sounders, the second match in United's coast-to-coast American tour. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Seattle is a beautiful city. When the sun shines, I almost think I could live there. The problem is that the sun shines in Seattle about three times a year. For those of you who aren't too familiar with the Pacific Northwest, they get a bit of rain out there....
The Sounders' fans are pretty rabid. They made noise all night despite the rout occuring before their very eyes. To my understanding, there's only about nine or ten football teams in the world that regularly draw more fans to their games than the Sounders.
And while the stadium looked beautiful, the pitch was crap. The grass was coming up in bunches as the first half wore down....
United looked a bit at sixes and sevens as the game commenced, and the Sounders took the game to them. I know the team is just getting used to playing again after a few weeks off, but Lindegaard had to make a bunch of early saves, even if they were relatively easy ones. And repeating their "road form" from last year, the boys gave away possession cheaply a number of times, with even Vida being guilty as charged. The Reds played their way back into the match after a torrid opening from the home side, and managed to open the scoring on their first shot of the evening, courtesy of Michael Owen's head.
