Zero soccer equals 'cero futbol' for Mexico

Posted by David Faitelson

MEXICO CITY -- The calculations didn't add up on Tuesday night. They didn't seem any clearer the next morning, even with my head a bit more alert.

We are a country of drama. We love tragicomedies, melodramas, soap operas and love stories, of hate and betrayal. But there is none of that surrounding Mexico's road to Brazil 2014. What there is, undeniably, is a soccer vacuum.

Math doesn't usually fail, and yet it can: 3 + another 3 would equal 6 points, which would mean surpassing the current leader of the final Hexagonal. The other operation is the one that doesn't compute; it worries, anguishes, terrifies everyone: 0 soccer = 0 soccer.

There is no soccer in Mexico. They lack creation of plays, effective passing, goal scoring. They don't assume ownership of the offense, there is no team play, idea, creativity or capability of transforming the current state in which desperation starts to appear as an almost natural symptom.

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Giovani dos Santos has the desire, but he hasn't yet become the player that his career promised. Andres Guardado has his limitations, Angel Reyna is and isn't the solution and Javier Aquino runs many times without the capabilities that his appearance implies. Javier "Chicharito" Hernandez only fights up front. And time goes on. All the while, Chepo de la Torre's face breaks down and that of the fans becomes more violent.

And players don't live their reality; perhaps they transform, distort, change it. They see what they want to see: The captain Guillermo Ochoa says that he gives a score of 9 to the team's functioning; Chicharito claims that several external factors harm the team's progress; Andres Guardado maintains that they only need to score to obtain results, while others hide behind refereeing mistakes to justify their deficiencies. No one is capable of admitting that the "patient" is truly sick.

And in the new awakening of Mexico's soccer world in crisis we continue to seek that player that doesn't exist, that doesn't turn up, that doesn't stand out.

The time machine (and machine of desperation) leads us to throw out names, ideas, dreams: Cuauhtemoc Blanco is too old, Sinha is 36 years old and Carlos Vela continues to throw tantrums.

What lies ahead in June will heighten the senses and pacify hopes: visits to Kingston and Panama, Costa Rica comes to an Estadio Azteca which is no longer as threatening as it used to be, and a trip to Brazil for the Confederations Cup, to measure up against a four-time world champion (Italy), a five-time world champion (Brazil) and a Japanese national team that is very close to clinching an early spot for the World Cup. May God have mercy on their souls.

There's not much left to do. Wait for this apparent generational process to end, for players to gain awareness, for Chepo to become calm and for Mexico, as a team, to recuperate its soccer memory.

The calculations didn't add up on Tuesday. They don't today either.

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