Okay, I'm going to take you back to 1995, to the beginning of July.

22 soccer players are on a plane.

You know, just with all your buddies scattered out in middle seats and stuff.

And, you know, once again, not being in first class.

That's right. The US National Team, America's Elite Soccer Force.

They fly coach.

They're on the way to an international tournament in South America.

And the flight to Longwon.

Six hours into the flight.

That's when we got the piss paper.

Oh, the paper.

It's dropped under one of the sleeping players laps in the middle of the night.

The lights start turning on over the middle seats.

Drowsy soccer players, stir awake.

They stretch their arms, rub their eyes.

Unfold the paper and read it.

Guys, coming over the top of their seat,

everywhere, asking each other,

have you seen this?

If you've seen what they've just offered,

and I was a silly place, I'd know.

Now, in soccer, there's an old coaching cliche.

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