GUEST TIGERBLOG BY NATE EWELL ON THE DEATH OF GRANT WAHL • Dec. 13, 2022
Did you see the game the other night?
If you did, then you know exactly to which game TigerBlog refers. If you didn't or missed what everyone else said about it, the game was the World Cup knockout round game between Argentina and Cape Verde.
That's powerhouse Argentina, the defending World Cup champion. And that's "who can find it on a map" Cape Verde, with all of 520,000 citizens. Argentina entered the World Cup ranked No. 1 in the world in the FIFA rankings. Cape Verde was ranked 69th.
Argentina is in its 19th World Cup, with three championships. Cape Verde is in its first. The game Friday night in Miami would be Argentina's 91st World Cup game all-time. It would be Cape Verde's fourth.
What would the final be? 3-0? 4-0?
Argentina scored first, with a Lionel Messi goal. Somehow, Cape Verde tied it. That was miraculous enough. What followed was just amazing.
Cape Verde kept it 1-1 through the end of regulation, largely because of its goalkeeper, Vozinha, who made 10 saves in the game, five against Messi. The fairy tale seemed over when Argentina scored early in the extra time — until one of the most stunning moments the World Cup has ever seen, when Sidny Lopes Cabral curled in a perfect shot from just inside the box to make it 2-2.
It's hard to overstate just how incredible that goal was. First of all, once Argentina went ahead again, there was probably no one who thought Cape Verde would answer. It was like when Rocky got off the canvas in the 14th round of his first fight against Apollo Creed.
Sadly, much like Rocky, Cape Verde was defeated when Argentina scored again in the second extra time period. Ah, but much like Rocky, the team from the tiny island off the coast of Africa was the one that left the lasting impression.
Had Cape Verde won, it would have been the biggest upset in World Cup history and probably the biggest upset in international sports since the 1980 Miracle on Ice. The game, though, was riveting from start to finish and was one of the best sporting events TB has ever seen. When Lopes Cabral's goal when in, TB almost fell of the couch while letting fly some sort of audible expletive.
Well done, Cape Verde.
Elsewhere in the World Cup, the United States will have Folarin Balogun tonight when it takes on Belgium in the Round of 16. TB's favorite part of this whole thing is how pretty much nobody outside of serious soccer fans had heard of Balogun before the World Cup started.
You know who would be loving this World Cup? That would be Grant Wahl, Princeton Class of 1996. TigerBlog wrote this about Grant during the last World Cup in Qatar, where unbelievably Grant passed away in the press box, at the age of 48:
To most of the world, Grant Wahl was the premiere soccer journalist ever from America and one of the greatest ever from any country. Grant's death has brought an outpouring of sympathy from athletes, politicians (including the Governor of New Jersey), fans and especially his fellow writers. To TigerBlog, Grant Wahl, Class of 1996, was more than that. Grant was the guy he met back in the mid-1990s, back when Grant was a student worker in the Office of Athletic Communications and one of the sports editors of the Daily Princetonian. TB knew Grant to be exactly who he was: kind, friendly, funny, strong and pretty much any other positive quality you want to ascribe to someone.
What stood out first about Grant all those years ago was his ability to write. There are not many who are good writers at a young age, and even fewer who are great writers by that point.
TB has never seen anyone who could write like Grant could as a college student. Certainly TB himself couldn't do it.
Grant was great at telling stories, legendarily so, even back then. His writing was superb, entertaining, well-crafted. More than anything else, though, it was, in a word, mature. If you read what he wrote, you would never have guessed that it came from someone so young.
He wrote
this after Princeton's 10-10 tie with Dartmouth on the final day of the
1995 football season, a tie that earned the Tigers an outright Ivy
League championship:
A glance at each of the sidelines after Sierk's kick revealed much more than than the hollow-gutted ambivalence that normally accompanies such results.
That's John McPhee-level stuff there.
That writing skill stayed with him as he grew into that maturity. What he came to develop beyond that was the ability to write difficult truths, and even more difficult opinions.
If Grant's writing was defined by its maturity as a college student, it was defined by his courage as an adult. That's not a common trait. Most writers want to be liked, especially by the subjects of their writing. It's tough to put that natural feeling aside and hold people accountable, and it's even tougher to do so and then go right into the lions' den of a lockerroom afterwards.
It may not get you liked. It will get you respected. Grant? He had everyone's respect. Perhaps the root of this began with his senior thesis at Princeton, entitled "Playing the Political Game: Soccer Clubs in Argentine Civil Society."
Grant died while literally writing a story at the World Cup about the game between the Netherlands and Argentina. It was the eighth World Cup that he covered.
Even now, one full World Cup later, it's hard to imagine that Grant isn't there to be a part of it all. What would he have written about Cape Verde? What would have been his thoughts on how Balogun's red card was rescinded? You can guarantee it wouldn't have been some jingoistic cheerleading.
Read Nate's piece. Read TB's words. Or don't.
Just know that Grant Wahl was a very, very special person, one who was taken far too young.
And he would have loved the Argentina-Cape Verde game even more than TigerBlog.




