thestar – Melissa Tancredi wanted to get on the bus. She couldn’t trust herself to talk. But after being robbed of a chance for a gold medal — in what was the equivalent of pilfering the chalices from one of the sport’s cathedrals — she couldn’t walk away. She returned, face twitching, eyes red-rimmed and wet. “I couldn’t believe what happened,” Tancredi said, jaw working side to side. “That was our game. That was our win. And it was just taken away. So …” She let that “So” trail off. Canada will be thinking about that “So” for a long time. Monday’s Olympic semifinal at Old Trafford was probably the best game of women’s football ever played. Canada lost 4-3 after added extra time. The key player? Norwegian referee Christina Pedersen. Canada took the lead three separate times through three Christine Sinclair goals of exponentially expanding skill. It was a triptych that ought to be hanging over a Flemish altar. “We feel like we didn’t lose, we feel like it was taken from us,” Sinclair said. “It’s a shame in a game like that that was so important, the ref decided the result before it started.”
Whether it’s the Canadian coach complaining that the US uses “illegal” tactics or Canadian celebrities bitching about losing on Twitter, America’s hat just couldn’t accept the truth for what it was: they lost. We won. And we’re going to always win because we’re always going to be better than Canada. Complaining about the refs when you lost to a team that has been in every Olympic final since the sport began is like Bryon Russell complaining that Jordan pushed off on his final shot. We’re America — when you’re the best you’re gonna get calls.
Oh I see why the Canadians are so upset — they don’t win anything. Nevermind the fact that they showed up to the Olympics looking like they were trying to not get laid for the next few weeks, they actually managed to only win ONE gold medal so far. ONE. Cuba, Belarus, and IRAN have more gold medals than Canada. You know, I’m not so sure they’re even up for the task of being our hat anymore.
Tell that juicing soccer monster hat trick chick Christine Sinclair that if she ever wants to play for a champion she can drop the poutine for a cheeseburger and live among purple mountains majesties.
BRING ME JAPAN.