I grow weary. I'm tired of writing the same fucking futbol story over and over. Up 2-0 in the 47th minute, United choked two goals--not just to Chivas, but to fucking Juan Pablo Angel (tag line: If you see Juan Pablo, knock him down) to get only a point out of a game that should have yielded three.
I have little to say. The team continues to believe that a lead--any lead--relieves it of the responsibility to possess, to attack. As if by magic, when the Goats equalized, the team started to try to attack again. You cannot attempt to close up shop starting before the 75th minute, especially when you're really fucking inept at closing up shop. This has been a refrain in this blog's futbol writings for nigh unto four fucking years. Through coach after coach, United has tried to sit on leads--or even non-leads--with a smashing lack of success. Just smarten the fuck up, people.
MLS refereeing remains consistently horrible. Michael Umana should've been red-carded for a vicious foul on Tino Quaranta (even Umana was shocked that he only got a yellow card); referee Chris Penso made no call on a play on which Ante Jazic destroyed a defenseless Dwayne DeRosario over the back, leaving both players writhing on the grass; and moments later, in stoppage, Penso attempted to atone for his error by awarding an otherwise ridiculous penalty for Angel's gentle hip check (seriously, it was more like an affectionate dance move) on DeRosario in the box.
Look, the shite officiating didn't really affect the game; DeRosario missed the penalty, laughably, with a weak effort. But the inconsistency, the failure to maintain control, the failure to punish violent play...those are the things that are consistent. Christ, even fourth official Alex Prus, who is a loosely woven sack of dysenteric monkey shit, would've shown Umana the door and made a call on the insanely dangerous Jazic foul.
But that's a sideshow. The real story here is United's failure to capitalize on some awesome set-piece play--which yielded very fine goals by DeRosario and, of all people, Ethan White. I should be raving about that and the two run-of-play goals that United created (not) as it was trying to secure its lead (not). Instead, I'm left to wonder why a fucking saint can't blorp his head out of his ass long enough to figure out that this team can't play defensively. Fuck it. See Fullback for the epitaph (the trademark is his). Wait a minute, he's already up? And that sweet, sweet signature isn't there? Jeebus, Hund, you can't fucking close up shop this early.