Domenic Mobilio is still remembered very fondly


Domenic Mobilio has just won a Twitter poll I put together to determine the best male Canadian soccer player ever. It was one of those COVID-19 ‘stuck at  home’ kind of things that everyone seems to be doing. It got reasonable traction and ended up being quite fun when it took on a life of its own at times.


Domo passed away in 2004 after suffering a massive heart attack while driving home from watching a local men’s game. It shook the soccer community deeply. There are really three players that would come to mind if you asked Vancouverites who they associate with the game in this city: Bob Lenarduzzi, Carl Valentine and Domenic Mobilio. Bob and Carl, being older, had the opportunity to earn their fame through playing at the 1986 World Cup and for years in the NASL. Meanwhile Domo played in an era where the NASL and Canada in a World Cup were fading memories. He plied his trade in the CSL and then, when that collapsed, in the A League. With 14 seasons there, Domo really is the patron saint of Swangard Stadium.

As Rob Reed, a fantastic striker himself, who I played with in the CSL with the Edmonton Brickmen and one season at UBC, said on Twitter yesterday…

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This was so true. Centrebacks and strikers see the qualities of natural strikers more than others. Strikers recognize it inherently, if they’re good strikers, because they know the value of that quick shoulder drop, of finding the blind spot off a defender’s shoulder and sitting in it at the right moment, of not going into a space too early. They know and respect that in another striker. Centrebacks know it and hate them for it because it makes their lives more difficult. As a centreback you want a predictable striker, not one who creates doubt in your mind and forces you to adjust, shout instructions and focus disproportionately on them when they don’t have the ball.

With 14 seasons there, Domo really is the patron saint of Swangard Stadium.

One of the replies on Twitter last night during the poll linked to a goal Domo scored in World Cup qualifying at Swangard. To most it just looks like a fortuitous goal that he just kicked as hard as he could from a bad angle. It’s much, much more than that.

Here’s the clip


At around 20 seconds into the clip the ball goes to Mike Sweeney, who also did well in the poll. Domo looks across the line to ensure he is onside and can stay in behind the defender. He also sees there is no covering defender and he is essentially 1v1 with his defender He pulls him wider and gives him a shove to create some space as he shows for the ball. Not only has he created a 1v1 and given Sweeney an option to play to him, he has made a much bigger space for Bunbury to use centrally.

Sweeney opts to play into the space for Bunbury. Most strikers at this point are pissed off they didn’t get the ball themselves and either tune out or just look and hope that Bunbury does something with the ball. If you look carefully, before the ball has even gone past him and into the box, Domo is already preparing for the next phase of play. He has peeled off, spotted the ball, figured out the space he has to work with and is calculating the time he has and how that will affect that space.

Honestly, I’m not making a meal of this. This is what excellent strikers do and why they end up scoring exactly the sort of goal that Domo is about to score.

As the ball goes to Bunbury, the space contracts as defenders scramble to re-organize and deal with the ball that has found Alex deep in their box. Domo has found a small space in case Alex passes to him. It’s a space that still allows an angle for him to shoot on goal. As great a player and as great a career as Alex had, that was a shocking first touch he took there! It’s not a pass to Domo but a sudden ricochet that gives Domo half a second to calibrate, get his feet set, see/sense where the keeper is and decide between slotting near post, going between his legs or going hard to the far post. He chooses correctly, a trademark, and scores.

I’m getting texts and DM’s as I write this about the poll and Domo. An interesting one was from someone (won’t say names since he chose not to put it directly on Twitter) who played with and against Domo who recalled a high school game where he and a teammate who also had some youth international experience combined for five goals against Templeton, Domo’s school. Should’ve been an easy win for a high school team with two players in a national team pool. Domo calmly notched five. Game ended 5-5.

That’s what he did. He scored goals. He developed a connaisseur’s nose for where to be and when to get there and coupled it with the calmness of Hannibal Lecter when dispatching the ball to where it had it go.

If you have the good fortune to play the game for a long time your mind tends to catalogue two things. Success and laughs. Playing at a high level is a fantastic opportunity. It’s also physically and mentally challenging and can take you from euphoria to anger to heartbreak in 90 minutes. You need some respite from that and it usually comes in the form of being with people who can both relate to what it’s like and have a laugh about it with teammates.

This is where Steve MacDonald, aka Stevie Mac or Smack, comes in.

Most teams have a few guys who can make you laugh. Some are great at it. Often there’s a few that can riff off of each other in the dressing room and get everyone laughing for a few minutes. I’ve had that on several teams whether it was in dressing rooms, travelling on buses or planes, or having beers in hotels or bars. It’s an essential part of the experience.

Domo and Stevie Mac  were inseparable. They could each light up a room and hold court on their own with stories and banter but when you put them together…they could have sold tickets. One of my best road trip memories with the 86ers (besides Sammy Saundh impressively talking Halifax police into releasing Ivor out of the paddy wagon they’d thrown him into after a disagreement in a night club…) was Domo telling us about his time at Dundee and then Stevie coming in and giving his version of how Domo convinced him to come join him there. The details aren’t important but there were probably six or seven of us in the hotel room listening to this for twenty minutes as they hammered each other about that fiasco. I remember it clearly. On the other hand, I scored three goals for the 86ers but I only remember one.

So for his ability, Domo deserves to win this poll. He was that good. For the type of teammate he was and the sense of humour he had, I’m glad he won it.

I just want to touch on one other thing that emerged from this poll.

The first round of the poll saw Mark Rogers  go up against Alphonso Davies. There had already been a couple of ‘this is dumb, just give the title to Phonzie now’ tweets but Wycombe Wanderers were having none of that. With one tweet, this happened…

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Most of these polls, 127 in all I believe, had 90-120 votes but some exploded. This one had the most votes of any and was neck and neck down to the last half hour. Incredulous Davies fans were not happy. Mark and I thought it was hilarious. We spoke on the phone soon after he won. “I’m laughing my ass off. My kid thinks this is great.” So that alone was enough to justify the work in getting the poll up and then getting it across the finish line.

But Mark had something else to say about it. I knew he’d played at Wycombe for several years and been their captain. I didn’t really know anything about the club though. “Wycombe fans remember their players. The club is big on its history and they really appreciate when former players keep in touch with the club.” Rogers had gone back several times and is still held in high regard there. So it just took one tweet to their official account and the re-tweet from them saw the votes pile in over the next 24 hours.

But the most interesting thing Mark said when we spoke was, “People here don’t get the sort of culture that exists at clubs like Wycombe. They stick by their players. They respect and remember them. We don’t have that here and it’s special.” I agreed. We don’t have a truly embedded culture here that stems from a network of professional clubs that all have their own identity. We have a different model for professional sport (franchises) and the distance between cities erodes away support and thus rivalries. Those things all contrive to inhibit, here, the sort of supporter culture that clubs like Wycombe have.

So we don’t have that with our professional clubs. At least not to the degree that other parts of the world do.

But we did have something really special happen in that vein. It just wasn’t from a professional club fan base. It was from Coquitlam Metro-Ford. CMF have long been considered one of the best, if not the best, youth club in our province. They consistently produce very good players, are very well run and have a culture that sees their top players return to coach there. Its an aspirational club with a strong identity.

Domenic Mobilio was the TD of one of the two clubs that was in the process of merging  to form CMF when he tragically passed away in late 2004.

That’s sixteen years ago and CMF still honour his memory with an annual Friendship Jamboree that has run for 13 years. All the t-shirts for those who attend their summer camps have his number 10 on the back.

It is a club with a strong sense of community. More than any other club they got involved in this poll and encouraged their members to vote for players who had a connection to their club. Alfredo Valente and Dale Mitchell coach there. Craig Forrest and Carlo Corazzin played at clubs that merged to form CMF. They all got the support of current CMF members but none more so than Domo.

The poll is a bit of fun for trying times but the response from CMF members was what we need more of in this country. They feel a part of their club. They are proud of its legacy. They weren’t too big or too good to show their support in numbers in a piddly Twitter poll. They had fun with it and it added another layer to the sense of community they already have; to the culture they have built and continue to build. All for someone who never got to actually see the birth of the club.

Domo’s legacy at CMF exists even though there is not a single youth player playing there now who was old enough to play when he passed away.

Sixteen years is a blip for supporters Wycombe (c. 1887) and Rangers (c 1872, bankruptcy aside); another club that mobilized votes massively – Scott Arfield in their case. It is not a blip in BC youth soccer circles where staff and board members come and go and priorities change almost as much. To keep Domenic Mobilio’s memory alive and thriving all this time is impressive and my hat is off to them. So well done Domo and last word goes to Coquitlam Metro-Ford and their machine of a Twitter account 🙂



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How kids really benefit from soccer

I have three kids; 27, 24 and 17. Eldest and youngest boys, daughter in the middle. They all played through to U18 with my youngest just entering his U18 this season. I coached the eldest until U13 and the youngest two from U6 all the way through. Which means after this my kids are all done so my inclination towards nostalgia is increasingly being heightened.

They have all pulled different things from being on their teams but many of them are common and I see personality traits that are borne of success, failure, frustration, determination and joy that were at least partially crafted on soccer fields in each of them.

Soccer is a compressed version of the many human interactions we confront regularly in society. It’s physical. It’s mental. It forces you to be aware, to make decisions and act on them. The range of emotions and experiences you can work through in a game could take a month to materialize in life off the pitch. And you don’t do it on your own or with just a partner. You do it with ten others and are confronted by eleven in different jerseys who oppose you. So it’s co-operative and confrontational all in the space of one or two training sessions and a game per week for the most part.

Factor in that we have kids playing it as they experience the world at large and as their brains are growing. Some play it casually and don’t engage to the degree where the lessons are imprinted as fiercely. But some do and the legacy of their participation in the sport can and should be a series of formative experiences that  if managed well by those around them (teammates, coaches, parents primarily) make them, and I’m certain of this,  better, more resilient, more social, more empathetic, more aware and more focused, determined and successful people in whatever they pursue off the ball. Or as my good friend Colin Elmes from TSS Academy says, more succinctly, “Our main role is building better citizens through the vehicle of sport.”

Here to me are some of the things every youth player, ideally, should experience in youth soccer. They all contribute to the goal of making well rounded adolescents and eventually adults.

  • Have a coach that makes you want to come to training, makes you want to get better and be excited to play
  • See your parents being supportive on the sidelines and enjoying watching you play
  • Score a goal. Not a tap in but a goal that makes you realize you are improving as a player and can do something special and important in a game; that you have contributed positively to a team effort and are appreciated for it
  • You should play with kids who are different than you. Who have one parent, two parents, grandparents. Two moms, two dads. Who get to practice in expensive new cars, who get to practice by bus or bike. Who are a different colour than you, speak a different language, have been here a long time or just got here. Play with boys and play with girls. Play with kids who are quieter than you, louder than you, who learn differently than you, who need more help, less help. See how different people are and then realize how similar they are. (That almost got a bit Dr Seuss-ish there…)
  • Join a team where you don’t already have a core of friends so you have to negotiate the terrain, learn about people, gain their trust and in the end make new friends or at least be an accepted member of a group. Broaden your network.
  • Get cut from a team. One you really wanted to make and use the experience to become resilient and want to do better so you don’t experience that again.
  • Welcome a new player to your team and make them feel comfortable. Be a leader and set that example of inclusiveness.
  • Win a competition. A tournament or better yet a league or a Cup. Experience shared work and commitment that results in shared success.
  • Lose a competition. One that makes you feel gutted. Learn not everything is given to you just because you want it. Success is earned and not automatic. Share that experience with teammates who feel the same and remember it.
  • Get out there in your shorts and jersey on a freezing cold, wet day and play. Claim dominion over the elements and earn your post-game hot chocolate and laugh about how cold it was.
  • Tackle someone much bigger and stronger than you. Hard. Learn that you are not made of glass and you will be more successful than you think with this approach.
  • Get a knock and play through it. There is a difference between a knock and an injury. Knocks can hurt more than an injury but they are temporary. Just pain. They don’t inhibit your ability to play after a few minutes and there is no physical risk to playing through them. To teach players, and in fairness it’s still more an issue with girls for parents, coaches and refs, that they don’t have to come off because they got a knock is important. It just encodes a frailty that is unnecessary and limiting. If it’s a knock, run it off and know you are not broken that easily.
  • Get blown out and remember how it feels so that when you beat someone 8-0 in the future you don’t act like a self-absorbed knob.
  • If you’re going to take a red card, take one for the sake of the team not a selfish one. Could be to stop a goal, could be to put someone in their place that well and truly deserves it. Time and place of course and don’t make a habit of it…
  • Get to the point where you see training as a valuable opportunity being offered to you and not a necessary evil to attend so you get playing time on the weekend.
  • Overcome pre-game nerves. This is a big one. Don’t hide on the field, don’t feign injury or sickness. Get on the field in games where you are over-matched and force an opponent to play as well as they can to beat you. Be exhausted at the end of these games.
  • Score a brutal own goal and put it behind you within a minute. Don’t sulk. Clean up your own mess and make up for it the rest of the game. Experience forgiveness from your teammates after the game and appreciate it.
  • Go to a tournament and stay in a hotel and have the time to get to know your teammates away from training and games. Be goofs, annoy the hotel staff and other guests (within reason) and come back knowing some of your teammates on a different level and having some stories.
  • Recognize that learning can be fun. Sometimes it’s difficult and frustrating but mastery is empowering and the realization that you can master a task or skill is valuable on and off the field.
  • Learn it’s okay to argue with teammates during a game as long as you resolve it by the next practice or even better before post-game.
  • Experience leaving games feeling embarrassed, regretful, joyful, satisfied, bitter, vindicated. Ask yourself why you feel that way and fix the reasons for the negative emotions and double dip on the positive ones at future training sessions and games.
  • And when you’re finished your U18 season, feel like the game has been good to you and you would like to continue playing and look for opportunities to give back to the game


A few things should clearly stand out about this list. The first is that none have anything to do with learning particular technical skills. It’s not about learning how to shoot hard or pull off rabonas. The main benefit of the experience of playing youth soccer over the course of many years is it heightens the pace of exposure to situations you will face in life and gives you the opportunity to learn how to process them and deal with them in a confident, mature way while you’re young.

Secondly, none of these, aside from the youngest ages not being eligible for things like Cup competitions etc, are a function of age or, more importantly the level you play at. You can experience all of these things playing at any and all levels of youth soccer.

Enjoy the season everyone.

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Planes, Trains and Tickets – 9 days seeing games in Europe

The jet lag is gone now and so, for the most part, is the Tube cough that I picked up from the not so great air in the London Underground. It was a fast-paced, hectic, often tense ‘holiday.’ Nine days in England and Spain with my 16 year old son to see games. It’s becoming what we do but this one was pretty ambitious. I timed it so we could potentially see all four Champions League semi-finals with the potential to fill in many days with league games. We were never realistically going to see all four semi-final games but we didn’t know which, if any, we would see as we got onto the plane. That was the twist. Every other soccer trip I’ve done, I’ve left with tickets in hand for all the games we planned on seeing.

Chronologically, here’s how it went…

April 29 – Vancouver

This day actually began the night before when I tried to check in for our flight and got a strange message saying I couldn’t and would have to do so at the airport. I started wondering why that would be the case. I knew  my passport was fine and I knew my son’s expired in June but had checked and the UK allowed entry as long as you had 30 days left on it after your planned return home. I looked further. Spain did not have the same rule. You needed three months. Shhhiiiittt.

Up early and off to the passport office. “It would really be up to the airline and immigration agent to let you onto the flight or into the country when you land. Can’t guarantee it but we have the ability to do a passport today for you. Just fill out these forms and get back here asap.” Had to boot out to UBC to get my wife to sign off on the passport application and then back downtown. Super helpful woman there then went through them all and got them set up for a quickie passport. Then she asked for Tavish’s current passport and saw that he was 16. “These are the wrong forms. These are for people under 16 years of age.” We looked at each other, her already thinking of a solution, me crestfallen, Tavish fully distraught. “We can do this though. Here’s the adult form, you can be the guarantor. Give me two references we can call and we’ll do our best.”

1.5 hours later we had a passport and were making our way to the airport, arriving in plenty of time. Government offices take a fair bit of flack but I was so impressed by the professionalism and willingness to go the extra mile of the staff there. When I left the pick up window with passport in hand I went back to the people who had made it happen and thanked them individually.

Practical tip: Check your passport before you leave and don’t make assumptions about how long it needs to be valid for.

April 30 – London

Trips like this take an unusual amount of planning. Spurs v Ajax at the new Tottenham Hotspur Stadium was on the day we arrived. We then had a flight to Spain that left the next day. We had arrived at Gatwick and were leaving for Barcelona through there as well. Our trains to and from Gatwick went through Victoria Station so we stayed walking distance from there in Pimlico.

We pushed through the jet lag, dropped our bags in our room and used our Tube day pass to full effect. Tavish knew where he wanted to go. This would be stores like Palace and Supreme in SoHo which because they are so cool are closed far more days than they are open. That was the case for Palace who apparently needed a few days to put their summer stock on shelves. Supreme though was open and had a line and a security guard outside. I let him do his thing and wandered around waiting for a text to let me know he was ready. The mythology around Supreme is mind-blowing if you’re not familiar with it. Tavish now has a pair of purple nylon Supreme pants that cost more than I have ever spent on a pair of pants. His money though so good for him getting something he says he can wear for a few months and then sell for more than he paid (this is a big thing for teens these days).

Game time loomed. We went back to the hotel. We’d got a text from the person who said he might be able to help us get tickets letting us know it wouldn’t be happening. We knew that one was a stretch. We looked online at Prices starting at GBP 400. We tried Craigslist. One ad for a pair of tickets. GBP 300. Texted offering 300 for the pair. He agreed. Asked us to come to his hotel in Leicester Square. Queue Benny Hill music as get over there by tube, taxi and foot as quickly as we can only to discover it was some kid having a laugh at our expense. No tickets and time wasted. Headed to the stadium to see if we would have better luck.

Spoiler: we didn’t.

Prices held at GBP 400 per ticket even once the game was 15 minutes in and Ajax had already scored. More buyers than sellers and the guys selling were pros and not worried about time ticking by. Ended up being on the same tube back as one once we gave up and talked to the guy. Showed me all the events he was going to the next few months. Must have been more than twenty and they were all over the world. Young guy with several guys in his ‘crew’ working with him. Some scouts for police, some likely security given the money he must have had on him.

So a long 30 hours with nothing but stress and disappointment ended up with us going to bed but not before I went online and made the most extravagant purchase of my life: two tickets for the Barcelona v Liverpool game at the Camp Nou the next day. No way we were going there and not seeing that game. And given our flight got in about 2.5 hours before game time there really wasn’t time to source tickets once we got there.


  • The tube in London is awesome. It’s also packed most of the time but trains come every few minutes. Get a day pass. Way more economical than individual tickets and saves you having to buy tickets all the time. Gatwick is a surprisingly good airport. Security is staffed way more than Vancouver (we waited over 30 minutes in line when we left YVR; we were through the whole process in under ten minutes both times we flew out of Gatwick on this trip).
  • Buying tickets on is not pleasant. I found it a deceptive site that didn’t list their fees clearly and did not make it as obvious as it should what currency you were dealing with. At the end as you pay all of a sudden you are paying in Polish Zloty as they are based in Poland. You’re looking for a professional, credible site that gives you confidence in the process when you’re dropping a lot of money in tickets. In the end, I got PDF’s of the tickets right away and there were no issues with them.
  • If you’re going to be moving around a lot on a trip like this put a priority on location for your hotel. Your early morning commute to airports and train stations doesn’t need to be complicated by adding 30-60 minutes to the trip because your hotel is nowhere near your departure point. The hotels we stayed in were picked for convenience of location more than anything else. They are not the places I would have booked if I was travelling with my wife. Amenities were irrelevant. We barely spent any time when we were awake in any of them. Comfy bed, decent ratings online and modest prices (the money was all going into tickets) were the criteria.


May 1 to 4: Barcelona

Flight mercifully was not delayed. Having just dropped a serious wad on tickets I was a prime candidate for ending up on the evening news if a flight delay was going to cause us to miss FCB v LFC at the Camp Nou. All good though. Picked up four day Metro passes at the airport, checked in to our hotel 400m from Camp Nou and joined the party. Tens of thousands of people all outside, on the streets, in adjacent parks. Loads of people selling cold Estrella beers on the streets for 2 Euros. Super festive. Got in soon after the gates opened an hour or so before kickoff. Front row of the top tier behind the goal (three tiers behind the goal, five on the main stand on the sideline). Fantastic view of the rest of the stadium and a great tactical view of the game.


View from our seats at Camp Nou for Barcelona vs Liverpool

By the time Messi scored his second on a stunning free kick to make it 3-0, we felt we had experienced what would be the high point of the trip. A crowd of over 98 000, two Messi goals right in front of us on a beautiful night in an iconic stadium. It was what I had talked about wanting the trip to be before we left: Exciting, meaningful games featuring the best players in the world playing in iconic stadiums in great cities. This would be hard to top.

The game was on a Wednesday night so we had two game-free days to see Barcelona before seeing Atletico Madrid playing Espanyol at the Estadi Cornellà-El Prat. That meant a return visit to Futbol Mania, an epic soccer store we’d been to five years earlier, for a needed pair of boots for Tavish and seeing some of the sights. He ended up with some newly released white Copas. If I’d had to convince him to get those instead of an eyeball searing pair of Nikes made of tinfoil and plutonium I’d have considered it a stalemate but he went with the leather Copas. So even though they’re not black that’s just good parenting plain and simple.

Futbol Mania in Barcelona (left) and Tavish with his new laceless, white adi Copas

It’s now much easier to buy tickets for La Liga games online than I remember it being in the past. They generally aren’t available until a week or two before the day the game is being played but you can buy them relatively simply. Getting the Espanyol tickets was no problem and the Metro got us to within a 15 minute walk of the stadium (Barcelona’s Metro is fantastic by the way. We never waited more than three minutes for one and they were always clean and much quieter than London’s).

Action from Espanyol v Atletico Madrid. Griezeman (left) not as popular here as he is in Madrid and France.

This game was a pleasant surprise. Well-designed stadium built ten years ago. Open concourses, great sight lines and tight to the pitch. The fans are unapologetic in their support for the city’s “other” team. We had joked that you never see people wearing Espanyol jerseys in Barcelona and it’s easier to find a Barca jersey there than a bottle of water but Espanyol fans look like they know how to have fun at games. Didn’t hurt that they ended up beating a listless Atleti side 3-0 but it was a really enjoyable game day experience for us and for everyone but the 50 or so Atleti fans who travelled to watch.


More from Espanyol v Atletico Madrid at the Estadi Cornellà-El Prat or RCDE Stadium in Barcelona

Had to race back to the hotel to pick up our bags and head to Barcelona Sants train station to get on the train to Madrid. The high speed trains in Spain are fantastic. It took three hours to get there on a very smooth train that hit 300km/h. Like the rest of Europe for the most part you leave and arrive from a central point in the city. Grabbed a cab, there must have been over fifty waiting to pick up people from our train and others outside the station, and got to our hotel around midnight.


  • Go see games where the home team is not a global brand. The supporter culture is very real and there were very few turistas like ourselves there. Same for Getafe v Girona below.
  • Even in May, Barcelona was packed with tourists.


May 5 – Madrid

We had tickets for the Getafe v Girona game in the south of Madrid and planned to go straight to the Bernabeu to see about tickets for that knowing that we had a flight that night back to London.

Getting to Getafe was frustrating. I allowed two hours and we still missed close to 30 minutes of the first half mainly due to our journey being interrupted by a closed section on the Metro that forced us above ground and onto a bus to a station that we weren’t planning on going through.

Getafe FC are a great story this year. Formed in 1983 (from the ashes of previous iterations of clubs that had operated there) they had risen from the bottom division and spent all but one of the last ten or so seasons in La Liga Santander (the top division in Spain). Now for the first time they were battling for fourth place and the last berth in Champions League for next season. Their opponents were also battling. They were fourth from the bottom though and trying to stave off relegation. So not exactly a UCL semi-final but still a highly relevant game.

On a beautiful, sunny Sunday morning in the 17000 seat Coliseum Alfonso Pérez, Getafe controlled play after an early goal (that we missed) and then notched a second soon after a Girona red card. The game tailed off after that and Getafe got three points nearer to playing Champions League soccer next season.

Getafe v Girona. One trying to get into Champions League for the first time; the other trying not to get relegated. And yeah, so much for thinking seats in the second row would be a good idea…

Getting to the Bernabeu from Getafe was much simpler than getting to the Getafe stadium. We joined the surprisingly long line for the ticket windows and had a scalper swing by within seconds. Chopped his 300 euro gambit for a pair of good tickets down to 150 very quickly and he escorted me to a nearby bank machine. Tough day for scalpers. Demand for Real tickets seems to have plummeted in light of their poor season and Villareal were not a big draw. The stadium was less than half full. Factor in that Ramos, Bale and Benzema didn’t even dress and the game didn’t have much lustre. That said, it ended up being full of attacking play with those who were playing, especially Marcelo, seeming very loose and wanting to put on a show. Final score was 3-2 Real.


Once again it was a race to get out of the stadium and into a cab to go pick up our bags and get to the airport. We spent 22 hours in Madrid but managed to see two games.


  • Barajas Airport in Madrid is excellent in terms of layout, staffing and getting through security quickly
  • Getting tickets for both games (one in advance; one at the stadium from a scalper) was easy
  • We flew EasyJet back to Gatwick because it was one of the few flights we could do at that time of day back to London. First time flying it. They dinged me $110 for having a back pack in addition to my one carry-on suitcase. It was buried in the terms of the ticket. The cost of the actual ticket was right around $110. Buyer beware.


May 6 – London

Arrived at our hotel near Shoreditch, which has been in the news recently as an example of resistance to gentrification in London. Did another day walking around London sites before getting a fish n chips takeaway and getting to bed fairly early as we had an early bus to Liverpool waiting for us in the morning.


May 7 – Liverpool

As I alluded to, trains are the way to go for inter-city travel in Europe but the only trains we could take that would comfortably get us into Liverpool from London in time for the game were 6-8 times more expensive than the bus so we went with that. It was not enjoyable. Six hours getting to Liverpool with no stops (and no wifi).

This was the game we knew we had the best chance of getting some friend of a friend free tickets for. And after shelling out for tickets in Barcelona, I really wasn’t in a position to splash out again for the return leg. Problem is we wouldn’t know until sometime the day of the game. Finally got the text fours away from game time soon after we’d checked into our Air BnB (hotel prices in Liverpool the night of the game were outrageous). Our tickets were waiting for us. Met up with friend and friend of a friend for a couple of drinks and then jumped in 12 seater van for a two quid ride to Anfield. We were on a total high. The game could have been a nil-nil drabfest and we would have been okay with it. Just seeing those two teams again and being at Anfield for the first time, down low with the Kop looming to our left was enough.


Us and the Kop


But it would be much more than that.

No Salah, no Firmino. Down 3-0 from the first leg. There really wasn’t much reason for Liverpool to be optimistic, be it players or fans.

The combination of atmosphere and comeback in a game this big will likely be something I never experience again. To beat Barcelona 4-0 in a Champions League semi-final when you have to beat them 4-0 is extraordinary.

The Kop was not buying that narrative. Capacity is just over half of what was at Camp Nou. The noise, mainly from the Kop, was relentless. I’ve been to two World Cups, two Euros, EPL games and many other games in Europe, North America and Africa. This was the best in terms of atmosphere. And with each goal Liverpool scored it just intensified three fold. Not only were we spitting distance from the Kop, 14 rows up from the field, but we ended up being at the end where Liverpool scored their second, third and fourth goals. The combination of atmosphere and comeback in a game this big will likely be something I never experience again. To beat Barcelona 4-0 in a Champions League semi-final when you have to beat them 4-0 is extraordinary.

Perhaps the saddest part of the trip was after the game while we were still in the stadium just looking around as the players celebrated on the field. I turned to Tavish and said, “You know you’ll never see a game like this again?”. He quietly replied, “Yeah, I know.” It’s easier to take when you’re in your fifties to know that you won’t see a game like that again. Not so much when you’re sixteen.

We soaked in some of the post-game celebrations on the way back to where we were staying but we were drained and had another bus ride back to London waiting for us in the morning. Our 18 hours in Liverpool had been well spent though.


  • Go see a game at Anfield. The bigger the game the better I’m sure but I asked guys behind us if it’s always like that and they said it’s always pretty close to what we saw and heard.
  • I don’t use AirBnB much but this one was almost a life saver. Great host and great location


May 8 and 9 – London

As mentioned at the outset, I booked our dates to allow for the possibility of seeing any and all of the semi-finals but with no line on tickets for the Spurs v Ajax game in Amsterdam and the only combo of flights from Manchester to Schiphol and back to Gatwick that would allow us to catch our return flight back to Vancouver clocking in at close to $900 for the two of us by the time a final decision had to be made, it was a no go.

Unable to access my DAZN account in the UK, I had to use a VPN and pay for the game on B/R Live (Bleacher Report). It was the best $3 I’ve spent in a long time. Just as people were recovering from the drama of the Liverpool comeback, Spurs decided to take it a step further. If you know of two games in the same competition, in any sport, that pulled off the same degree of drama that these two games did, let me know. I’d like to see that because Spurs scoring three in the second half away from home with no Harry Kane and the last one coming on the stroke of the five minutes of injury time being up was one-upmanship of the highest order; pure “Hold my beer Liverpool.” It left Tavish and I half shouting, half laughing at the laptop when Spurs scored the goal that makes the Champions League Final an all EPL affair.

  • VPN’s come in handy, just not for DAZN
  • Hotwire is generally great for booking rooms when you’re not fussy about too much but since you don’t know what you’re getting until after you book (to get the best deals) it can cause a problem if you need to be highly sensitive to location. I tried to get something close to London Bridge Station but ended up a 25 minute tube ride further away than what I thought we’d be. When you’re on your fourth or fifth day of being in a different city each day and getting ready to head home. I should just have splurged a bit and got a hotel much closer to where we had to be in the morning.
  • Train service to Gatwick is excellent and really no longer than taking the tube to and from Heathrow. There’s no advantage to buying these tickets online ahead of time though

We flew home the next morning. I’ve done a few of these dedicated soccer trips now starting with the World Cup in 2014 but for all previous ones I had tickets for all the games we planned to see in my hands before we left. For this one, of the six games we hoped to see, I only had tickets for two (Espanyol v Atleti and Getafe v Girona). We ended up seeing five as we couldn’t get in to Spurs v Ajax in London and that was enough numbers-wise and more than enough quality-wise. Tavish is not prone to hyperbole at all but his Instagram posts after the Camp Nou and Anfield games were “best two hours of my life” and “life changing” respectively. I’d have to agree with him. The two legs of the Liverpool-Barca tie will go down as being among the most memorable in Champions League history – and we saw both of them.

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The impact of cars

UPDATE Nov 29: So six weeks, almost to the hour, after my brother in law was admitted to hospital, he was released. He went home last night with 20 boxes of medical supplies related to his tracheotomy and feeding tube. He’s seven surgeries in with more to come in the short and long term but he’s home and we’re all very happy. The medical attention he has had has been amazing. His friends have been just as amazing in their support for him, my sister and their kids. Seriously, you want friends like his. Both his and my sister’s employers have been models of how you hope companies react in these situations. There’s good that has come out of this but it’s come at a heavy price.

As much as I argue below for better awareness of cyclists on the road the biggest thing I will take away from this is my brother in law’s resilience and calm, measured determination to get through this and get back to a regular life. He’s not kidding himself about any of this. It’s a serious trauma he went through and is still going through but the acknowledgement of this and the willingness to confront it with a positivism that is very real, that knows the many challenges that still lay ahead, despite still being in an acute phase of recovery, is frankly stunning and very inspiring.  


This is the first MMCB article not about soccer.

My brother in law just spent his third night in an Intensive Care Unit last night. He will be there at least another week. He has had several surgeries already and has many more to come. He’s married to my sister and has two kids and a dog. He works and he has been a volunteer coach in his community in both hockey and soccer. He’s also an avid cyclist who completed the Whistler Gran Fondo in September. And as I told him a few years ago, he’s the nicest guy in our family.

He was riding his bike late afternoon on Tuesday, wearing a bright green cycling jersey and clearly had the right of way. A car, seemingly in a hurry, didn’t see him. 

He took pretty much the entire force of the collision on his face. Everything there is broken in multiple places. Everything. Plus a broken arm. He has no brain injury though. The doctors have made it clear his helmet saved his life.

My sister, niece and nephew (and many, many others) are a razor’s edge from grieving his death. My sister’s voice has never sounded like it did when she first called me. It was just so heavy with shock, detached from its normal vigour.

There are more and more cyclists on the road and even though this means fewer cars in traffic, too often they are seen as an inconvenience to drivers at best and the enemy at worst. Cyclists have an equal entitlement to the road. There is no eminent domain for car drivers when it comes to roads vis a vis cyclists.

Vancouver has built several bike lanes and instead of this being broadly embraced, too many drivers and radio hosts, who seem to feel their job is to create civic frenzy, demonize those who created them and those who use them. The derogatory caricatures I’ve heard applied to cyclists is just another example of how divisive western societies are becoming. This insistence on creating the “other” that “regular folks” can and should oppose is dangerous and leads, in this case, to drivers not believing they need to look for, see and, yes, accommodate cyclists because they are somehow less worthy of the spaces they are sharing. Cyclists are not an inconvenience to their commute, not a drain on their tax dollars, not an undesirable element in society but too many see it this way. In reality, they are very much like the rest of us. Fathers, mothers, partners, sons, daughters, commuters, coaches, volunteers and generally very nice people who live and work in your community. The message needs to become that using roads, whether in a car or on a bike, carries more responsibilities as these roads increasingly are shared with a variety of things on wheels. 

So please re-think how cyclists fit into our transportation network and start acknowledging the benefits of separated bike lanes in high traffic areas and bike friendly streets in quieter arterial routes rather than focusing on perceived negatives. As I write this I’m resisting the impulse to spew anger towards those who oppose this idea because it somehow impinges their birthright to shave a few minutes off their travel time. I really want to but that’s divisive too so I’m just asking that you recognize the very real life consequences of not respecting cyclists and how vulnerable they are on roads. I’m also asking that we all get a bit more organized and allow more time to get to where we need to go so the trip is not characterized by tension and impatience. Yes, some cyclists are assholes and reckless and yell rude things to drivers. That’s wrong but the damage they can cause is completely asymmetrical to that that a disengaged or angry driver can in their fast moving 2000 pound torpedo.

I’ve just started to teach my youngest son to drive. We’ve already covered how to look for pedestrians and cyclists. It will continue and be repeated many, many times. It starts there.

I started riding a bike again this summer. Partially motivated by my brother in law, partially by other friends. I really enjoy it but I’ve already had close calls. What I already see though is that cyclists can do their part too. Where there are bike lanes, use them instead of busy roads (I will never understand seeing bikes on Broadway when there are excellent bike routes a block away for the most part). Be courteous. Communicate your intentions with hand signals. Try to make eye contact with drivers at intersections. Wear a helmet. Wear a helmet. Wear a good fucking helmet and strap it on properly

It’s been an eye opening last few days. My brother in law has a long recovery ahead of him but he will recover. My sister’s voice will recover. Some cyclists are not so lucky. Don’t wait until it’s a cyclist you know that is badly injured or killed before you start to change your behaviour. Please.

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Going straight to the top

Ran into a former coach at our club yesterday and it reminded me of one of my favourite coach stories. Most people who read this will know what an International Transfer Clearance (ITC) is but briefly for those who do not it is a FIFA initiative designed to curb unscrupulous agents preying on young players, generally from poorer countries, who are desperate to get tryouts and contracts with professional clubs in Europe. It forces clubs to get an array of intrusive questions answered so as to ascertain that the player and his or her parents are legitimately in the country to eliminate the chance that an agent has charged them a large sum of money to arrange a trial when in fact many, in the past, have just been abandoned to the streets when they reach Europe.

So ITC’s serve a purpose but their implementation has been extended to every player between the age of ten and 17 regardless of the level of play or country. That means we get 10-20 players every year who move to Vancouver and need to fill out an ITC just to play low level recreational soccer. Clearly ITC’s were not intended to stop kids who have moved to Canada from playing recreational soccer but there are no exceptions to the policy.

In theory, once their ITC application leaves Canada and goes to the national association of the country they moved from, if it is not responded to in 30 days, the player is free to play. There are often side issues that lengthen that though.

So back to Tim, the former coach at our club. He was coaching a U16 or U17 Silver team (fourth of five levels of play) and had a new player who was keen to play. The 30 day deadline came and went but there was no clearance from our governing body. Tim asked our admin staff to look into it and the query flowed from our club to the District to the Provincial body and to the Canadian Soccer Association (CSA). And then nothing. We couldn’t get an answer. Tim was not impressed and was increasingly upset at the ridiculousness of this player new to our club not being able to play. He persisted, going through the established channels, but with every non-response he got more impatient as this dragged out over close to three months.

So, as is not too unusual on the west side of Vancouver, a very affluent part of the city, Tim decided he was done dealing with underlings. Instead he decided to go right to the top to get this sorted out. He picked up the phone and called the then new CSA President (and now FIFA Vice President) Victor Montagliani! Tim had never met or talked to Victor before so it’s not like he was leaning on him as a friend to get something. He just called him and asked, persistently, that Victor figure out what had happened and fix it.

And the best part is…Victor, to his credit and my amazement, did just that.

He took down the details, made a phone call or two and got back to Tim days later saying the problem was solved and the kid was now eligible to play.

I’m not going to hang anyone out to dry over what the problem was but it was a simple clerical error on the Canada side of things and Victor was able to get someone to look into it quickly, realize what the mistake was and rectify it.

So the next time you don’t have a ref show up to do your game or you’re not sure if a field is closed due to inclement weather, you know who to call.

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Messi’s El Clasico goal: so many coaching points

It was spectacular theatre. Thirty seconds left in injury time when the clip starts with Pique receiving the ball three yards off his end line. Eighteen seconds later the ball is in the Real Madrid goal and Barcelona have won the Clasico at the Bernabeu 3-2. How does that happen? This is how…

91’30” : Sergi Roberto plays a pass back to Gerard Pique drawing Mateo Kovacic and James Rodriguez towards the centreback. Pique audaciously lifts a pass beyond both to Sergi Busquets.

91’32” : Both Roberto and Pique are already moving forward to support the ball. Sergio Busquets does what Busquets invariably and flawlessly does. He takes a silky touch to settle the ball, drawing Kovacic back towards as well as pulling Ronaldo forward to him. His second touch breaks the press from Ronaldo and Kovacic and does two things. It is placed in Roberto’s path in such a way that he receives it in stride and so that Luca Modric is tempted to pinch in and intercept it. Roberto gets their first and in four seconds from the time Pique plays the ball, Barcelona have played two passes that have allowed Roberto to break clear of four Real Madrid players.

At this point, context is important. Beyond the score and the time remaining, keep in mind that Real Madrid have lost Sergio Ramos to a red card and did not bring on another defender because they were losing by a goal at the time of the ejection. Having had to replace the injured Bale with Marco Asensio and Casemiro with Kovacic, due to Casemiro being on a yellow and likely just one more foul from a red, Zidane opted to take Karim Benzema off and put Rodriguez on. Real Madrid were essentially playing with three at the back: Dani Carvajal, Nacho Fernandez and Marcelo. As Kovacic had pushed up, Toni Kroos had dropped off.

91’35” : If you freeze the video at 91’34” you see Marcelo move over to try to tackle Roberto. You also see Asensio on the far side. Real Madrid have six of their nine outfield players in the attacking third with less than thirty seconds left and the game tied when they are down a man. Add in the fact that Messi is on the field and this is unforgivable on their part. It’s about to get worse though. Marcelo can end this madness and preserve the draw by simply fouling Roberto for the price of a yellow card at 91’36’. One tactical foul and Roberto does not charge forward across the halfway line. Real Madrid get goal side before the free kick is taken and the game is done. This does not happen though and Roberto is into the Real Madrid half in what becomes a 6v3 at 91’37”. Note where Pique is and note that you cannot see Ronaldo at all. In fact the next time you see him is at the end of the clip complaining that others should have done more.

91’39” : Barca’s 4-3-3 utilizes width in attack and you see it here from Andre Gomes, Jordi Alba and even Ivan Rakitic to some degree. The ball to Gomes forces Carvajal to go wide and Alba, having made an amazing overlap run pulls him even further. Rakitic maintains width on the right that forces the recovering Modric to pay attention to him. Messi at this point slows as he sees Alba’s run has forced Carvajal, Kroos, and Fernandez to drop deep while Modric drifts back rather than sticking tight to him.

91’45” : If you pause here you can see the combined effect of Alba’s wide penetration and the deep runs by Pique, Suarez and Roberto. They have opened up room at the top of the box for Messi to swoop into. He holds his run until he sees the space will be there and Alba will be able to first time the ball back into it. To top it off, Suarez uses his body perfectly to ensure Fernandez will not be able to get close enough to block Messi’s shot. It’s a crucial piece of the puzzle. As the ball goes in nobody is closer to the Real Madrid goal than Pique. He started the play 18 seconds earlier a few yards from his own goal line.

You can categorize the mistakes made as felonies and misdemeanours. Here’s how I see the crimes stack up:

Real Madrid pressing so many players forward to win the ball back with 30 seconds when they are down a man and do not need to score: FELONY

Modric pinching to try to win the ball off Roberto and failing: MISDEMEANOUR

Marcelo (who had a great game otherwise) not taking Roberto down when he had a chance: FELONY

Ronaldo not chasing back: MISDEMEANOUR

Once it got beyond this point I don’t see much blame for Carvajal, Kroos and Fernandez. They were dealing with a 6v3 that incorporated Messi and Suarez. If they had denied a goal in that situation they would have deserved medals. Barca played it perfectly though and Messi lived up to his reputation as the greatest player ever to score with ten seconds remaining.

Rarely does such a high profile game end in such a spectacular manner and with a passage of play that offers us so many coaching points as coaches. You may find more. If so, feel free to mention them in the comments.

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Analyst analysis

Just sent a DM on Twitter to a group of like-minded soccer moaners and groaners. It was regarding one of the colour commentators on a Canadian broadcast of a game.

“XXXXX makes Capt Obvious look like an enigma.”

With Jason de Vos’ decision to leave TSN and take a position with the CSA, there was been a handful of suitors pushed in front of the camera in the hopes that one will bring the quality insight he was known for. The bar was raised and while it’s maybe unfair to expect the same standards of those new to the craft it’s still important that those selecting and those selected aspire to a high level of analysis rather than falling back on generic banter and passing off the obvious as expert analysis.

Current production values seem to favour candidates who were former players, have an accent relatable to the masses and/or a degree of confidence that is not aligned with their  current chops as an analyst. So far I remain underwhelmed.

Here’s a better recipe.

Take someone with a keen eye for the telling detail, with the ability to relate it economically and clearly. Viewers don’t need to be clubbed with gegenpressing details for three minutes amid a digital swirl of lines and circles on a monitor. They need relevance delivered coherently with the occasional bit of humour that oscillates between cutting and self deprecating.

Focus on specifically why goals were either created or conceded without incessant cliches. Simply regurgitating what the play by play guy has said with no embellishment beyond whiter teeth and a hipper haircut does not pass for analysis.

Yes, there will always be the realities of TV production values and the concomitant necessity of putting someone in front of the camera that can string words together smoothly while not being physically repulsive. But really it has to be both function and form and when in doubt favour the former over the latter.


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