Now only two years out from the 2018 World Cup, there seems to be no one left that actually trusts the Federation’s process.
I’ve been stuck in a fairly specific mood since Argentina effectively ended the Copa America for the United States. You know the one. It’s that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when everything in your life is going really well and your team is playing and you know the odds are stacked against them but you’re optimistic anyway and then LIONEL MESSI CRUSHES YOUR TEAM’S SPIRIT AND WILL TO LIVE INSIDE OF THREE MINUTES AND SETS FIRE TO ALL YOUR HOPES AND DREAMS WITH THE SORT OF DEFT TOUCH THAT ANGELS AND DEMONS HAVE BEEN WAGING WARS OVER FOR ALL ETERNITY.
Like I said, fairly specific.