I really don’t know much about my lineage. But I’m sure there’s a randy Dutchman or a
Today: Talking KNVB, Cruyff and all things Dutch


My girlfriend teases me all the time about my shameless fascination for all things Oranje.
Of course, it’s really all about soccer, about how a relatively small land produces so many elegant players. It's all about the Koninklijke Nederlandse Voetbalbond. You know it as the KNVB – because you don't speak Dutch. Neither do I; but never mind that.
When I was a wee little Dutch wanna-be, I was fascinated by the 1978 World Cup and this obscure (in my mind) nation’s ability to stand up to the big boys. That was back in the Clockwork Orange salad days, as the lowland’s concepts of Total Football and its innovative developmental ways produced such technically proficient young players.
I was only 12 at the time, but my proclivity to root for underdog was already strong. So this team in
A year later I was sticking pictures of my favorite player, Johan Cruyff, up on my bedroom wall and circling the dates when I could go see him play with the L.A. Aztecs. I wore the jersey No. 14 for my club and imitated Cruyff’s dribble.
There was a time when I could pretty much name the 1974 and 1978 starting lineups in those World Cup finals. I could probably make a good run at it even now – give or take a few missed vowels.
When I was in college, Marco van Basten, Dennis Bergkamp, Ruud Gullit, Frank Rijkaard and others were showing the rest of
Why all of this Dutch treatment today? It seems there’s an extra dosing of
Two days ago U.S. Soccer announced that Bob Bradley’s bunch will face
There is also a recent groundswell of sentiment for
Then, last night, unrelated to any of the above, I got into a big debate with a pal who wanted to proclaim
My local World Cup expert likes
Given the Dutch depth, the players’ comfort with cold temperatures (remember, it’ll be winter in
Of course, that could just be my inner Dutchman talking.











