A critical element that the "rulebook purists" arguing Balogun deserved a red card are conveniently overlooking:
BALOGUN was the one who was challenged from behind.
The Bosnian player played *through* Balogun from behind and placed himself in the path of Balogun's natural step.
When he begins taking that step, Balogun has no idea the Bosnian player would even be in front of him. In that sense, you can't really even consider his move a "challenge." It was simply a step that incidentally landed in the same place the opponent's foot did.
In fact, the reason Balogun's step came down so hard is *because* the Bosnian player challenged into him and knocked him off balance.
This is not "reckless" or "excessive force" by any stretch of the imagination.
The red card was *obviously* unjustified from the outset. The only thing FIFA got wrong here is not immediately suspending the red card after the match.
A BIG THANK YOU 🇺🇸
(apologies for the very long post)
Tonight we head home after what has been the trip of a lifetime for me and Mrs T.
When we landed in Chicago four weeks ago we had an itinerary, an RV booking and some World Cup tickets. As I sit here in the same airport waiting for our flight home (and for England v Mexico to begin) I realise what we didn’t plan for was how much we’d fall in love with America.
We’ve driven over 3,000 miles across 12 incredible states, cruised down Route 66, encountered tornadoes and heatwaves, camped under the stars, wandered through world-class cities, explored small towns we’d never heard of before, eaten some of the best barbecue, Cajun food, deep dish, cheesesteaks and burgers we’ve ever had, sampled fantastic local beers, celebrated the 4th of July in Philadelphia, spotted license plates from 41 states and watched 5 unforgettable World Cup matches alongside fans from all over the world.
But what has made this trip truly special hasn’t been the places.
It’s been the people.
To everyone who stopped to chat, welcomed us, recommended a restaurant, suggested a hidden gem, answered one of my many questions on here, shared advice, wished us safe travels, or simply took an interest in our journey… THANK YOU 🫶.
Like Keith from Louisiana, who I chatted with whilst filling up with gas at Buc-ee’s in Leeds, AL. Keith owns a couple of farms and took the time to educate me on the plans for huge data centers in his home state and also the origins of the Eisenhower interstate system. Thank you Keith.
Or the lady from South Carolina who we chatted to whilst sititng on the bleachers at the Field of Dreams. She was also on a road trip with her family and whose husband had briefly left that trip to fly to LA to watch the USMNT’s opening game.
And so many more encounters like these along the way.
The warmth, humour and generosity we’ve experienced everywhere we’ve gone has been overwhelming. I’ve learnt that many Americans feel their country has a negative reputation elsewhere but for us that couldn’t be further from the truth. Everywhere we have been there has been nothing but friendliness, good humour and love.
In my experience social media can often feel divided, but over the past few weeks our experience on here has reminded me just how brilliant it can be. I’ve loved the conversations, the recommendations, the laughs, and getting to share this adventure with so many people.
This World Cup trip has given us memories we’ll treasure forever, but it’s the people we’ve met, both in person and online, that we’ll remember most.
Thank you, America, for your hospitality, your kindness, and for making us feel so welcome. We leave with incredible memories, phones full of photos, suitcases that are heavier than when we arrived, and already a growing list of places we want to come back and visit.
This won’t be goodbye.
Just… see you next time.
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(and I’m forever sorry for mistaking biscuits and gravy for scones and mushrooms)
WATCH: The Boston Pops performs Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture with perfectly choreographed cannon fire from the U.S. military.
As God, country, and the composer intended.
Watch this all the way through.
This is a perfect example of what makes Americans different.
Everyone notices the big things.
The wins, the headlines, the moments the whole crowd claps for.
Almost nobody sweats the small stuff.
That two percent that looks like it does not matter.
The detail you could skip. The corner you could cut. The standard you could let slide just this once.
Here is what history keeps trying to teach us.
Empires do not fall on the ninety-eight percent.
They fall on the two percent nobody thought was worth the trouble.
The little crack you ignore today is the one the whole thing collapses through later.
Americans, at our best, are the people who refuse to skip the two percent.
That is the whole secret.
Mind the small things.
They were never small.
Yours Truly,
The Rebel Scum
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🇺🇸 Watch this and try not to feel something.
Every argument, every division, every headline, gone for a few minutes while thousands sing as one.
Sports is the last campfire big enough for everybody.
Beautiful.