Away from the microphones, the men who control Canadian soccer like to whine that this country does not care enough about its own national team.
They wont feel that way this morning.
If people really cared, there would be a mob on their front lawns just now. If we cared the way Honduras or a hundred-odd other countries on Earth care, heads would be rolling. Literally.
You shrink from the idea of making any one performance emblematic of an entire program. But after the way Canada shamefully ducked their heads as Honduras stood waiting for them to fight back in the international soccer lunchroom on Tuesday, we can put to bed the question of whether Canadian soccer is broken.
It isnt. We now know that it was not properly assembled in the first place.
Here was definitive proof that this is not a soccer nation. Its a nation with a soccer program. It also has a mens team.
Given a chance to push the game forward, they dragged it back at least a decade. The real problem was not losing 8-1. It was how they did it.
There were too many moments to pick out, too many careless (in that words true sense without care) errors, too many men standing around wishing for it to end.
If you didnt watch it, the scoreline cannot begin to encapsulate how ugly it was. If you did, my commiserations. Lets get together later and talk sports-inflicted PTSD.
Of the eight Honduran goals, shambolic defending was to blame for seven. It was loud in San Pedro Sula, but that cannot explain away defenders who made no effort to run, rise with or otherwise challenge their markers. It cannot explain a midfield that simply stopped moving and forwards who made no effort to add their own buckets to the bailing crew.
Heres just one example captain Kevin McKenna speaking to Sportsnets Arash Madani at halftime. Canada was down by four goals at that point. Thats a mountain, but its been climbed before. Sweden did it to Germany on Tuesday.
Its all about damage limitation now, McKenna said. Its pretty sad.
I dont care if youre the captain of a damned rowboat, captains cant talk that way. They most certainly cant talk that way in games they must pull a result from and ones that arent yet over.
If theres a problem with Canadian mens soccer, its not just talent. It must at least partly have something to do with being led by veterans who throw in the towel while theyre still standing with a punchers chance.
Manager Stephen Hart resisted taking the Roman route sacrificing himself at the final whistle. Hes got something to do with this failure, but you cant diagram pride.
All we can do is ask the fans forgiveness, Hart said afterward. They probably wont forgive me, but forgive the players.
Sorry, but no. That should work the other way round. The manager puts the team together. He doesnt perform heart transplants.
With the exception of goalkeeper Lars Hirschfeld, none of the 11 men on the field deserve the benefit of the doubt Hart would have us give them.
Again, its not about losing. Were from Toronto. We can love a loser.
But this game is so fragile at the domestic level, it cannot afford so meek a surrender on so large a stage. Thats what happened in Honduras. Canada scuffed a couple of early chances. Honduras jumped on them. And they gave up. Twenty minutes in and down by a couple, theyd already given up. You could see it in the way they began dragging themselves round the pitch: What times the flight out of here?
So what now? Honestly? Nothing.
Theres nothing and no one to look forward to.
Dwayne De Rosario, Julian de Guzman and Atiba Hutchinson are as close as this country gets to a golden generation. None of them will still feature in four years time. We wasted them.
After a small burst of attention and hope, its the open trap door back into purgatory.
That must mean its time to begin our dreary conversation about change at the top and reimagining the way we develop our players. Its that sort of jabber that keeps the technocrats who run the game in jobs. It gives them a sense of purpose, though their busywork never accomplishes anything.
Better that we just stop trying to build this thing for a while. Like an overplanted field, let it lie fallow.
If the team and the men who assemble it want us to care, first let them prove they care as well in the only place where that can be done on the field.
When they can manage that whether theyre winning or losing thats when Ill be back.