In an attempt to raise her kids to be well-rounded, Becky Sauerbrunn’s mother required each of her three kids to play an instrument. Becky played the flute.
“Marching band is the last thing an insecure teenager should be doing in high school,” says Sauerbrunn. “It knocks you down like twenty pegs. You’re marching at halftime – wearing the ridiculous outfit, the tight pants, the jacket, the huge hat with the poofy plume…I’d push it so low down on my face, hoping that none of my friends saw. I would hide my flute in my backpack so that even my closest friends wouldn’t know. I’d say, oh, it’s a paint case. Clearly, they probably knew, but I just made up every excuse.”
Her flute career was not long-lasting. Sauerbrunn, a regular on the youth national teams, notified her band director that an upcoming trip with the youth national team would require her to miss a performance. She was no flute genius – she was not first or second or even third chair. She played the low notes no one really hears and she didn’t think he would be at all upset by her absence. “But he was irate, furious,” says Sauerbrunn. “And he said to me, ‘You’re not a team player.’”
To Becky, there’s probably no worse insult in the world.
I was like, What the…not a team player? How can you say that? I have no future in band, I am not good – but soccer I could have a future in! I AM a team player…I just have to choose which team. The team that I can actually help. - Becky Sauerbrunn
STEVE SWANSON, who coached her on youth national teams and at the University of Virginia, loves the flute story, relishes it – because, of course, Becky is the quintessential team player, the one who will do anything for her team, the one without the ego.
Her mother remembers a game where five-year-old Becky felt she let her team down. Becky was serving her rotation at goalkeeper; the ball went between her legs, and the other team scored. She did not take it well. She sat in the back of the Green Ford Star mini-van and wouldn’t come out.
“She just sat there by herself in the garage,” says Becky’s mother. “She has always been super hard on herself. We call it ‘Becky vocabulary.’ – If she says she has a rotten game, we know she probably played pretty well. If she says she had an okay game, we know she must have been great.”
Swanson also notes Becky’s tendency to be hard on herself.
“I first met her in the under-16 camp. In my mind, Becky was one of the top players. When we talked with her at the end of the camp and asked her how she thought it went, she put herself all the way down at the bottom. She’s very critical of herself – and that aspect of her personality has been a catalyst for getting her where she wants to go.”
Like many of the USWNT, Becky was a fanatical trainer: “I’d kick it up on a slanted roof and then wait for it to come down, and I’d do that for hours after school and the perfectionist in me would have to do twenty in a row perfectly. Or I would dribble around lawn chairs and I would have to do it in one touch, and it would have to be twenty that were absolute perfection or I wouldn’t allow myself to go inside.”
Beyond being driven, she was also tough – due largely in part to her role as her older brothers’ “guinea pig.” They’d duct-tape plywood to her arms and take slap shots at her; they’d see how far they could launch her off the couch; they’d roll her into a blanket like a burrito – so tightly that to this day, she does not like being tucked in; they’d steal her stuffed animals and beat them up while she tried to rescue them.
Becky and her brothers, Grant and Adam, during their childhood
Once, they accidentally hit her in the face with a bat – she was gushing blood but her brothers didn’t want to get in trouble so they slapped a bandage on her and tried to barricade her upstairs; she escaped and her parents took her to the hospital where she got stitches.
“Aside from physically toughening me up, they made me mentally stronger,” says Sauerbrunn. If she cried, they’d call her a baby. If she said ow a little too loudly, hoping that her mom and dad would hear, they’d hit her harder, having caught onto her tactics. “I learned how to take it. It taught me how to not really rely on other people to solve my problems. I think that kinda stayed with me.”
Her tolerance for pain came in handy during her first national team cap against Canada. In the second half, Sauerbrunn went up for a challenge in the air and the Canadian player attempting to flick the ball instead flicked Becky’s face.
“And I’m trying to shake it off– then I went to feel my face and my nose was like all the way over here. But I was like, okay, well, I can try to keep playing.”
Blood was “gooshing” down her face and when a nearby teammate caught sight of her, she looked at her with horror and told her to get off the field. Sauerbrunn headed to the sideline, holding her nose with her shirt – and when she pulled her shirt away, the coach flinched and muttered, “Oh my God.” The team doctor reset the nose right there in the locker room. Becky played in the next game with a “McGyver-like mask” made out of random materials they happened to have on hand in the training room – a contraption with the same industrious, ramshackle style as the plywood-hockey ensembles her brother would fashion for her as a kid.
Despite using her as their "guinea pig", Grant and Adam also taught Becky how to read and instilled in her a love for books from a young age.
Her brothers weren’t just brutes – they also taught her how to read. “I had trouble when I first started out and my brothers would read to me and help me figure out the words,” says Sauerbrunn. The Sauerbrunns were a family of readers – her parents collect rare books, antiquities, and children’s books; the living room is lined wall to wall with bookshelves and the three Sauerbrunn kids grew up loving to read.
Once, when she was 10 or 11, a coach told Becky she needed to learn how to read the game. “Becky asked me, ‘Mom, what does it mean to read the game?’ And I said, ‘It’s like with a book – you’re predicting what the characters will do, guessing a few steps ahead, figuring everything out.’”
As a center-back for the U.S. Women’s National Team, who intuits how each play will unfold and where she needs to be, she is very much a reader of the game now. She is the only member of the team to have played in every match and almost every minute in 2015.
And her mother’s desire to have well-rounded kids has panned out.
“Becky is cerebral. She’s always reading, she writes very well, she thinks. She’s not just a soccer player,” says Swanson. “If she goes to China for a tournament, she wants to go see the Great Wall. If she goes to Arizona, she wants to go see the Grand Canyon. She’s an explorer who wants to learn.”
Now, living in Kansas City, her father reports that Becky has even asked for him to mail her the infamous flute.
Gwendolyn Oxenham is the author of Finding the Game: Three Years, Twenty-Five Countries and the Search for Pickup Soccer and the co-director of Pelada.
My name is Brad Smith and I am the official photographer of the U.S. Women's National Team. I joined the WNT as a full-time staff member back in March of 2015 and it has been an incredible experience so far. For this year in review, the choices I made are subjective and personal. They include on-and-off the field moments, and capture the emotions and experiences that players and fans alike navigated in 2017. Some are also just cool photos, but I'm also probably a little bit biased. I hope you enjoy my picks, and I’ll see you all (more than likely through my lenses) in 2018!
- Brad Smith, U.S. WNT Photographer
"Does it rain much in Los Angeles? No, but the team seemed to have no trouble finding it there last January Camp."
"I’m always on the lookout for something different. Gym sessions are just that.
Then when you add some soft window light to a shadow boxing Ashlyn Harris, you get something special."
"When you practice at a college campus, word travels fast. During training at the University of Maryland,
a deserted pitch soon became a surrounded stadium."
"Winners on the field, winners off the field. While the team was in Frisco, we made a special visit to a local hospital.
Rose Lavelle even got a dance lesson."
"One of my favorite action photos of the year because it’s such a story-telling image. Not only does it have fantastic action,
but as you look over Allie Long to the right you realize the ball is going in for a goal over the keeper. "