As Shannon Boxx ends her brilliant 13-year international career as one of the world’s all-time great defensive midfielders, she knows she will miss the camaraderie and the competition, but she will keep with her some valuable lessons of what perseverance can accomplish.
They say it takes a village to raise a child. I’m certainly finding that out with my daughter, Zoe. But it’s also true of a soccer player.
I didn’t make the National Team until I was 25 years old, which is late for this team (many of my teammates got their first caps as teenagers!), so it was a long journey just to pull on the U.S. jersey for the first time.
But as I look back on my career for both club and country, it’s very clear that I am a product of all the people who have supported me along the way. I can’t thank my teammates and coaches enough for helping me accomplish everything I did as a player, all the way back to my youth team, the Torrance Waves.
Growing up, my club coach was Sam Tanaka. He was a “soccer dad” but did an amazing job of teaching us everything we needed to know at that age. My understanding and passion for the game certainly grew over time, but the base was definitely established back then, and I know he helped me become the player I am today.
A crossroads in my career came in the fall of 2002 when I was traded from the WUSA’s San Diego Spirit in my home area of Southern California all the way across the country to the New York Power. It was a shock to the system in many ways.
Craig Bennett is an athletic trainer who was treating me for a minor injury at the time I was traded. He told me that I should be on the National Team, which was always my dream, but I told him my major problem was fitness. He said, “we can fix that.” From then on, I started training with him, got fit, got mentally in a good place and had a great season with the Power, which eventually led to the opportunity to make the 2003 Women’s World Cup Team.
Jim Herkiemer helped me recover from some major and minor injuries and was instrumental in helping me figure out how to change my training and weight lifting to manage my Lupus. As a result, I got stronger and agile and confident so that I could keep playing. He is a really great friend who helped me tremendously on the field.
Also, I owe a debt of gratitude to physical therapist Shawn Dailey, who helped me come back from having my baby, which was no easy task!
I of course couldn’t have done this for all these years without my family. Thanks to them for all the years of traveling and missing events in their own lives because they always understood how important my career was to me. My aunt and uncle are coming to my last game, and they’ve always been so supportive, as have my cousins, my brother, and of course my mom and my sisters. My sister Gillian also won Olympic gold medal winner (1996 in softball!) and have identical Olympic rings tattoos on our ankles so we’ll always have that to share.
I definitely would not have played this long without my husband, Aaron. I met him in 2008 and I was starting to think about retiring and getting a “real job.” He told me, “Retire? You are doing what everyone else wants to do!” That Olympics might have been my last year (remember I was hitting 30), but he helped me fall in love with soccer again and told me he would support me as long as I wanted to play. This summer, he took nine weeks off from work to take care of Zoe as we prepared and played in the World Cup. He’s been my rock. And he’s about to see a lot more of me!
A special thanks to Jill Ellis for giving me the opportunity to get healthy and fit after the birth of Zoe. Many coaches would have written me off but she didn’t. And of course, thanks to all of my teammates who were always supporting through me through the comeback and never for a moment let me believe I wouldn’t make it back to the field. They will always be a part of my family.
I have been fortunate enough play with several generations of Women’s National Team players. I look back fondly on being a part those 2003-2004 teams with the early pioneers playing at the ends of their careers. They taught me how to be a leader and how to act on and off the field. This current group of awesome players has kept up the tradition and has made me feel young. In fact, being around them makes me forget how old I am!
They gave me so much support when I announced publically that I had Lupus and I’ll always be grateful for that.
As I come to the end my career, I do realize that I will never be able to replicate these experiences again. Yes, you’ll have a team environment at your next job, but it won’t be like this. It won’t be battling and fighting and sweating next to your next best friends to achieve some truly great things, like being crowned the best in the world. They always have your back and you always have theirs. It’s pretty cool.
I want to especially thank Christie Rampone. We’ve literally seen her kids – Rylie and Reece - grow up in our National Team family. I remember the first time I changed Rylie’s diaper. I put it on backwards. So, thanks to Christie for teaching me so many valuable lessons about soccer, life, leadership and motherhood. We started the friendship at the New York Power and we’ve bonded for life. Even though I will be on the West coast and she’ll be in New Jersey, we’ll always be best friends.
It will be fun to tell the stories of my soccer career to my kids. I will tell them that it wasn’t easy and it was at times a rollercoaster, just like many things in life, but in the end it was worth every minute. Even being a starter all those years, you are always working to keep your spot, and then making that transition to the role of being a support player was a new challenge. But I like challenges, and hopefully I’ve met all mine with a positive attitude and mental toughness. These are all good lessons. Ones that I will pass on to Zoe as I tell her the great stories about all the teammates I played with, all the places we went and all the wins, and a few losses, we experienced together.
Thanks for everything.
Despite being North American neighbors, the first meeting between the United States and Mexico actually took place on the other side of the Atlantic. Played on May 24, 1934 in Rome, the game was a one-off match – essentially the USA’s first World Cup qualifier – for the right to play in the second FIFA World Cup, which was set to kick off days later in venues across Italy.
Playing in front of 10,000 spectators, including Italian dictator Benito Mussolini, the Americans rode a four-goal performance from Aldo “Buff” Donelli to defeat Mexico 4-2 and earn a place in the 16-team field at the 1934 FIFA World Cup.
You would hope the 11 players that came away victorious that day cherished the memory in Rome, because as big as the result was, it would take another 46 years before the USA would defeat Mexico again.
Though 17 of those 24 matches were played on Mexican soil, that winless streak against our neighbors to the south is by far the longest against any one opponent in team history, both in terms of number of games and years,. It fortunately ended on Nov. 23, 1980, when the U.S. used a pair of goals from Steve Moyers to defeat Mexico 2-1 in another Qualifying match, this time for the 1982 FIFA World Cup.
With Mexico already booking its ticket to the next round of Qualifying and the USA already eliminated, from a competitive standpoint, the match was meaningless. However, whether or not they realized it, the 2,126 fans in attendance at Fort Lauderdale’s Lockhart Stadium witnessed history that night, and to this day are among the few Americans that saw the USA’s 43-year winless streak against Mexico come to an end.
Though the USA and Mexico met only once more during the decade, the dam had been cracked. With 1990 marking the MNT’s first appearance in the World Cup in 40 years, the 1980s also served as a transitional phase in the rivalry with Mexico as a new generation of American players began to reap the benefits of greater emphasis on the game here at home to lay the foundation for future triumphs.
The first in a series of successes came during the semifinals of the 1991 CONCACAF Gold Cup. Led by former Mexico head coach Bora Milutinovic, the USA used second-half strikes from John Doyle and Peter Vermes to stun El Tri 2-0 in front of a pro-Mexico crowd of 41,103 at Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum, and went on to win the tournament’s inaugural title.
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