While I was away I didn’t get a chance to see Tottenham’s 3-0 victory over West Ham, but I was glad to hear of it. After the hiccup against Bournemouth I was worried that we might head back to our trend of diabolical losses bucking a trend of otherwise credible performances. I had one eye on today’s Champions League match against Villareal. It wasn’t a scintillating piece of art or high drama, but a reasonably comfortable 1-0 win based on an own goal from Luiz Junior who bundled a cross into his own net from the in-form Bergvald while Ricarlison was steaming in behind him. The lack of offensive was a little concerning but with Simons now taking his place in the side and a more or less settled starting XI, I hope that the chemistry keeps building.
In other English football news, these plucky boys from Grimsby keep doing the business and snuck out of South Yorkshire with a 1-0 win against Sheffield Wednesday in the League Cup. They are fast becoming the story of the tournament as if knocking off Manchester United wasn’t already enough.
Last week was the international break and by all accounts Canada had a good set of games against European competition. I caught some of the first match against Romania, a solid 3-0 win in Bucharest, which was powered by Ali Ahmed who had an assist and a goal. Later they played Wales, and as good as the Romania game was, this was even better. A 1-0 win off a sublime free kick from Derek Cornelius doesn’t tell the whole story. Canada missed a swath of chances and could have had two or three more goals. The movement and chemistry up top with Ahmend, Oluwasayei, Buchanan and David was beautiful. With no competitive matches until they open the World Cup in June in Vancouver, these kinds of games are just the right kind of warm up for the MNT.
Closer to home, the Vancouver Rise got pummelled 7-0 by AFC Toronto putting an end to a good run of form that saw them climb up the table. They meet Ottawa Rapid on Saturday back at Swangard Stadium and I’m hoping to see our former TSS Rovers Stella Downing (Ottawa) and Kirsten Tynan (Vancouver) get starts. Vancouver needs to win to stay above Ottawa. The Rise are currently tied with Montreal for second place. No one is catching Toronto at this point, I don;t think . With five games left, Toronto have a 10 point lead over their chasers.
A fun night last night at the Vancouver Rise match at Swangard Stadium. Coming into last night’s match against Montreal Roses, the Rise were undefeated in five matches and two points off Montreal for second place. Vancouver started bright but former TSS Rover Tanya Boychuk opened the scoring for Montreal. Vancouver responded on a Holly Ward goal, scored off a perfect pass from Quinn. Ward has been snake bitten all year and she needs to get her goals to efforts ratio up a bit. She’s tireless in attack and this goal was well deserved. She had a tough game against Hailey Whitaker at right back for Montreal but she’ll be happy with that goal.
Vancouver got their second in added time before the half when right winger Lisa Perchersky curled a sublime shot into the far top corner. The Rise protected the lead in the second half but pressed for more and could have scored two or three more. By the final ten minutes both teams were running out of gas and the Rise managed the match to a satisfying conclusion, winning 2-1 and climbing to second.
The Rise have nailed this moment in time I think. They seem to be outdrawing Vancouver FC, the Canadian Premier League team who play up the road in Langley. The atmosphere is marvellous and the conversation in the stands, especially between the young women and girls who are dressed in their own club shirts, is about WOMEN’S football specifically. The girls behind us were comparing their own style of play to Alex Morgan, and then finishing the conversation with “but she’s American, so whatever…”
Walking around at half-time, I had the persistent thought in my head, which many of us involved in women’s football have, said in a sarcastic and mocking tone “BuT NoOnE WAtChes WoMEn’S FooTBalL!” which is the objection raised against the sport. Truly, if you head out to Langley to watch Vancouver FC, they are drawing about half of what the Rise is drawing. There are lots of reasons why, having to do with Vancouver FC’s general incompetence in developing support for their club at the moment, but the Rise are still averaging more people at their matches (4296, which included 16,000 at their home opener at BC Place, to be fair) than the CPL average (4049). In fact only one CPL club has outdrawn the Rise on average.
The point is, people DO watch women’s football, and it’s not always the same people that watch men’s football. The Rise are doing great. Long may they continue to, well, rise.
Me in my Grimsby Town shirt in 2016, wearing it in support of the team in advance of their successful playoff promotion back to the Football League that year.
Back in 2015 I started an accidental and unlikely friendship with the supporters of Grimsby Town FC. Grimsby is a small fishing town on the north east coast of Lincolnshire, on the estuary of the Humber River. Their football team was founded in 1878 and is one of the oldest in the world. They have had a full history of ups and downs, have played at every one of the top five levels of football in England, and have a modest trophy haul, including divisional championships and playoff promotions and two Football League Cup wins, the second most important cup in English football.
Of all of those matches played over a century and a half few were as big as last night’s. Grimsby Town were drawn at home against Manchester United in the League Cup. It was a classic David v Goliath set up. Town is settled mid table in the fourth division (League 2) and Manchester United, despite horrific form in the last couple of years, are who they are, one of the most valuable global sports businesses, with a legendary history and a near permanent (but not absolute!) lock on Premier League and European football.
Last night was a match for the ages. The struggling visitors went down 2-0 on a couple of well worked, if a little lucky, goals from a hugely motivated home side, who were playing in front of some of the most diehard supporters in lower league English football. The only question in the second half was whether Town had the legs to sustain what was certainly going to be an onslaught from the billionaires from Manchester. Withstood it they did, but it cost them two goals, and when the referee blew for full time after 98 torrid minutes, much of which was played in a monsoon, the two sides remained drawn.
That meant penalties. The first five penalties for both sides were near perfect, but Town missed their third, requiring their keeper Christy Pym to come up with a spot of magic or risk going out. Pym saved United’s fifth penalty and the context continued. Every kick was scored from then out, including both keepers scoring on each other and it wasn’t until they started into the second round off penalties that united’s Bryan Mbeuno hit the cross bar and sent the supporters into giant-killing heaven.
Having been on the winning end of a historic giant killing myself, I LOVE watching these things happen, something which is unique to football in general in which clubs from different levels of the pyramid play each other in Cup matches. For supporters it is an indescribable moment. The tension builds and builds, especially if you are defending a lead. Going to penalties makes it worse. But the relief and joy and pride that is released after the victory, and the subsequent sinking in of the magnitude of the occasion makes it a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
This is why we follow our teams, especially the ones we have a real stake in. It is for the drama and community and the emotional roller coaster ride that passion takes you upon. I’m so happy for my Grimsby Town friends. I know what they are feeling today – the glow of something truly special still lingering in their hearts, stunned smiles pasted across their faces. A lifetime of suffering through cold nights and desperate relegations and crappy ownership and a glory era that ended 90 years ago – all of that gone by the wayside this morning, traded for a feeling that you will never know except by experiencing it.
What is going on? My friend Alison shared this story on Mastodon with this intro “Fake news features about things that didn’t happen in places that don’t exist written by people who don’t exist is pretty much what we expect from AI journalism.” Read on about the elusive Margaux Blanchard.”
Dave Pollard shares a thoughtful post on the intelligence of crowds, in which he explores both the wisdom and the incoherence of large groups of people and asks good questions about the characteristics of a crowd that contribute to it’s thoughtfulness in acting. It makes me think of the “intelligence” of crowds, as in the emergent property that creates a set of constraints that directs action in certain ways. This seem to co-arise with the emergence of the quality of a a collection of people that makes it a “group” or a “mob” or an “assembly.” There is intention behind those words – we want a team and not a gang – and it’s worth asking the question how do we create coherence that guides the emergence of the form and intelligence we want froths group, without the pitfalls of too much coherence so that what alos emerges is a cult. This is something I’mexploring in the container book I’mchipping away at.
Back in 2018 a Whitecaps Academy grad and former WFC2 player, Patrick Metcalfe joined TSS Rovers for the season. He appeared in 10 games as a defensive midfielder and helped us on to winning our first piece of silverware as a club, the Juan de Fuca Plate. Following that season he signed a professional contract with the Vancouver Whitecaps where he made 20 appearances in 2020 and 2021. The Whitecaps cut him after 2022 and he went to Norway where he found a job with Staebek and helped them get promoted to the Eliteserien. He was cut again at the end of that year and signed on with Fredrikstadt, who were in the second division. Again he helped a club to promotion and after a great 2023, the club did well in their first season in the top flight and won the Norwegian Cup, meaning they qualified for European play in the Conference League. Patrick played 70 matches over those two seasons and had his contract renewed in March just before the season started. Today he started for Fredrikstad against English FA Cup winners Crystal Palace at Selhurst Park and played the whole match in a defensive masterclass that held the Premier League team to a 1-0 win in the first leg of their two-leg qualification tie.
Patty’s is one of those players, like our former defender Joel Waterman – who just got transferred to Chicago Fire in MLS – who make their own way in the world of professional football. They travel to find a place they are wanted, where they can make a contribution. They know their talent alone is not enough to keep them in the professional game, and so they work hard, stay true to themselves, and give as much as they can wherever the end up. In as much as it’s great to have the flamboyant heroes of the pro game for younger players to look up to, I’m always lifting up the likes of Metcalfe and Waterman and Tynan and Friesen and Haynes, all players who have stopped in with out little club, the TSS Rovers, and seen it as the step they needed on their own journey. When they come through us though, they pick us up as well, so that even 7 years later a small group of people in Vancouver are watching a far flung European tie and can’t take their eyes of the number 11 from the Norwegian underdog.
Clouds continue to hang around here in the wake of our first Pineapple Express storm of the season. The Music By The Sea Festival wrapped up late last night (I was home again after midnight) after three full days of community music-making, with a few professional ringers thrown into our midst. It was a multi-generational event which sprang out of a group of local Bowen Island families who were long time regulars at the Nimblefingers Festival in Sorrento, BC. As a result there was a strong core of bluegrass and Americana music-making at MBTS, which suits me fine. Bluegrass is like folk jazz. Simple chord progressions and beautiful melodies and harmony singing, but incredible virtuosity on the instrumental side, including a strong value on improvised breaks and solos. It is massively accessible music, but for the performer the sky is the limit in terms of technique and creative possibilities.
Importantly, the gathering brought together many Bowen Islander, including several who left the island years ago. The music scene when I moved here was rich and vibrant and diverse and it withered a little as we made the transition between the 1970s-1990s nearly intentional community of interesting characters to a place where property became a financial investment. Since COVID, our demographics have radically shifted and there is more of a feeling of intentional community again. People are moving here for something other than what might be a decent return on a real estate investment. Make no mistake, this is still a massively unaffordable place to live, and our best efforts to address it are swallowed in a context of general inaction and apathy about structural policy solutions. But. There is a revival of community going on here, and I met many people this weekend who are my neighbours and with whom I know I will be making music this year and into the future.
I love short forms of writing. Poetry, short stories, short novels. And aphorisms. There is something about the pithy wisdom contained in a single sentence that can make it powerful. A well crafted aphorism has a rhythm to it as well. It swings, like a jazz lick. And like a lick, it evokes something timeless and connected to an ecosystem of meaning. Peter Limberger lives aphorisms too and here he writes about two medieval aphorists, Baltasar Gracián (1601–1658), a Jesuit priest who wrote The Art of Worldly Wisdom and Duc de La Rochefoucauld (1613–1680), a French nobleman who wrote a collection of Maxims, while also pointing to his favourite, Nicolás Gómez Dávila.
Sometimes questions are like aphorisms. One has to be careful asking questions that are beautiful in their own right. Questions occasionally try too hard to impress. They aim too much for a response that is in awe of the question itself. Mary Oliver’s “What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” is one of those. But asking “What time is it?” Is a question that dances ever so lightly on the fence between genuine curiosity and profound insight in its own right. Tenneson writes “I used to see people more often resist these kind of questions. It was resistance that saw some fluff and said, “let’s get to the real work.” These days, oh gosh, so many more people recognize these questions are the real work. Or are the real contexting that helps us get to the real work.” Amen.
Life is just a long conversation that we drop into for a bit. Patti Digh:
Life, then, is less about owning the discussion and more about showing up to it. Listening well. Speaking honestly. Departing graciously. And trusting that the conversation—like life itself—will carry on.
Perhaps the real measure is not how loudly or how often we speak, but how we change in the process. We arrive thinking we understand the argument; we leave having been shaped by the voices around us. We are participants, yes, but also apprentices to the human story—learning from those who came before, influencing those who come after, even in ways we’ll never know.
Some day, someone else will walk into the same parlor after we’ve gone. They’ll hear the echoes of our words, softened by time, folded into the larger chorus. They may not know our name, but they will inherit a conversation made—if we’ve done our part—slightly kinder, richer, and more open than when we found it.
A decent start to the Premier League season for Tottenham. After an early goal from Richarlison, Spurs were a bit disjointed for the rest of the first half. They came out ganagbusters in the second though and Richarlison scored his second from a beautiful scissor kick off a Kudus delivery. Kudus impressed with his flair and quickness. Brennan Johnson scored the third for an emphatic win in the end.
The latest TSS Rover to turn pro is Aislin Streicek, who played for us in 2022 and 2023 and who was signed by Celtic FC to a two year contract. She made her first appearance yesterday coming off the bench in a 2-1 win over Hearts. Watching and helping young players turn professional is why we do what we do at our little second division Canadian club.