Well, my time here in the UK has come to an end. This is my last day here at Alive & Kicking, and two days from now, barring any mishaps, I’ll be back on American soil. That said, I think a look back over my experience is in order.
When I first learned I’d be working for a soccer charity, I was a little apprehensive; after all, it used to be that when I heard “football,” I think of that 60-minute game where play between the whistle rarely lasts more than ten seconds. Now, however, I think of the game the rest of the world calls football. (To avoid any confusion with my friends back home, however, I’ll stick to calling it “soccer.”)
The fact that the World Cup happened to be held in Africa just as I was interning for an African soccer charity was a massive stroke of good fortune. During the run-up, I was able to analyze the event (see my earlier blogs) and watch a charity brainstorm, publicize themselves, and garner support in a WC-related manner. And during the WC, I saw how they tried to harvest the fruits of those labours, including fundraising events in which I lent a helping hand. During the past two months at A&K, I have been given a chance to enhance my skills and learn new ones, and I feel more confident than ever as the time approaches for me to strike out into the work world.
As satisfying as my work experience has been, it is only part of the story. Being part of an urban environment again was an eye-opening experience. You see, I grew up in New Jersey in a suburb of Philadelphia, and that was a pretty hectic place (nowhere near as urban as London, though). Then about six years ago, I moved to rural Indiana, and the contrast between there and London is startling. I realized that I missed certain aspects of the city environment, like the convenience of stores and the nightlife. However, I cannot wait to return home to quiet of the cornfield in my backyard.
The culture here has been astounding. I’ve never been around so many different ethnicities and languages or seen such a wide range of lifestyles. A ride on the tube (that’s “subway” for any American readers) is like a microcosm of Earth, with all sorts of races, styles, and socioeconomic statuses represented. Beyond the people, London offers some of the greatest museums in the world (I could have spent days in the British Museum), and the proximity to the rest of Europe allowed me to travel to Paris and Amsterdam.
Anyway, seeing as this is a blog for a soccer charity, I feel as though I should end on a soccer-related note. Yes, my U.S. squad got knocked out. And yes, their slow start problems finally caught up to them. But this team has to go down as one of the most endearing teams in American soccer history, and I will consider it one of my favourite teams in any sport. The grit and determination they displayed in overcoming their own mistakes and those of the officials was inspiring, and while I lament what might have been, I am excited for 2014 in Brazil, assuming Robbie Findley and Ricardo Clark never see the field again.
As for the rest of the field, I found in disheartening that only Ghana advanced out of six African squads, where I thought Nigeria, Cameroon, and Ivory Coast also had a shot. That said, if the U.S. had to lose, I’m glad it was to Ghana, and I hope they win it all. Up next is Uruguay, a winnable game, but then Argentina or Germany loom. Should Ghana make it past that gauntlet, a final versus Brazil or Spain is likely, and I don’t like Ghana’s chance there.
So, while there is much more to be said about the past two months of my life, most of which has been spent in London, I’m afraid I don’t have the space to say it. I can say with absolute confidence that I will always look back on my time at Alive & Kicking and in London with fondness and know that I would not have traded it for anything.
As final confirmation that I am, indeed, still very American, I’ve posted the highlights of our crucial win over Algeria, including one of the most vital goals ever scored for U.S. soccer.
