Despite the beliefs of some conservatives that there is a left-wing conspiracy to ram soccer down our throats, there just isn’t one. The evidence for this is something to do with Google (here; hat tip: Mark Spahn) and something about the Times (here). This latter, from Ann Coulter, makes me wonder if she accidentally saw the Times of London rather than the NY Times, and though I confess I haven’t really looked at the NY Times in ages, I doubt it’s as bad as she is making them out to be. But even if, several decades after the time when it should have taken to soccer, the NY Times is now pushing the sport on the rest of America, let me point out something to conservatives: To the extent that America now accepts soccer, it is due to its being supported by many people in the middle and on the right. The left has done almost nothing to help it, which is why I wrote a book denouncing them.
Look, as I have pointed out numerous times, the biggest political shock of my life came in 1976 when a soccer team came to town. I expected that the only fans would be leftists like me, but who showed up? Frat boys. Sorority girls. People in the military. And many, many suburbanites with small children. These are the people who made soccer go in this country, and the left has been conspicuous only by its absence. The “activists” have been inactive when it comes to advancing soccer, even though (as I spent a chapter arguing in my book) it seems to be right up their alley (especially in terms of multiculturalism). And this may be what conservatives are picking up on, that it seems perfectly natural for the left to adopt soccer, even though they mostly have not done so.
Think about this. Every now and then Legal Insurrection shows a photo someone has taken of a car whose rear end is filled with leftist bumper stickers. Have you ever seen one of these cars with a soccer bumper sticker on it? Of course not. Leftists who are soccer fans are few and far between, and even when they are fans, they don’t make a big political thing about it (which goes against their habit of politicizing everything, but that is their business). When I go to games, many of the cars in the parking lot have bumper stickers related to soccer on their bumpers, and they never have anything related to leftist causes, but when I go to Whole Foods (which is almost never), the bumper stickers I see in their parking lot never have anything related to soccer.
I used to subscribe to In These Times and The Nation, but I dumped both of them because of articles that were anti-soccer. In fact, I could write an entire book on my war with the left over soccer.
So far I have been talking about American leftists. What about foreign leftists who do in fact like soccer? In my experience, I can say that they have zero interest in whatever sports Americans like. I had always hoped that they would tell their American cousins to wake up, but they never did. As far as helping soccer advance in this country, they were as worthless as American leftists were.
Accordingly, while there might be a few leftists pushing soccer, there are plenty who want to have nothing to do with it, plus there are plenty on the right who are fans. No, the big factor in this country that separates soccer fans from those who hate soccer is not politics, but rather age. Older people are less likely to be soccer fans, while younger people are more likely to be. When I go to games, I am the oldest person there. Once I was at a game and saw a bunch of older men in the men’s room and wondered who they were. It was an exhibition game between the Columbus Crew and Hamburg, and it wasn’t until these fans started speaking German that I understood that they were Hamburg fans accompanying their team as it went on tour. It used to be, too, that no academics in America knew anything about soccer, but now a bunch of younger ones that I have met here have made a point of going to pubs to watch the U.S. play.
Incidentally, I warned people awhile back about irregular postings because of our travels. I spent nine hours yesterday driving around the English countryside, and I was too exhausted to do much of anything when I was done.