I have always loved football, and not the football usually associated with America. Real football, or soccer as my American compatriots call it. But to me it is Football and forever will be football.
Born in Cincinnati, Ohio, I took a very different path to most people born here in the Midwest. Most kids grew up watching the Cincinnati Bengals or the Cleveland Browns in the NFL, or the Cleveland Cavilers in the NBA. I however, always had a passion for football.
The child of English parents, Charles and Sandra King, they moved out to America in 1985, a couple of years before I was born, an only child. Dad was football mad, born in the city of Nottingham, he had been a life long supporter of Nottingham Forest. Hearing stories of the great Brian Clough, and how he had taken Forest to the famous back to back Champions league wins of 1979 and 1980, from a young age my love for the sport grew. Despite the greatness of the sport being told to me, it hadn’t picked up throughout America. With the NASL (National American Soccer League) being formed in the late 1960s and showcasing some legendary talent such as Pele and Franz Beckenbauer, for the historic New York Cosmos, the hype just wasn’t enough and less than 20 years since its founding the league folded in 1985.
This meant the only times I could watch this great sport was when dad and I would go down to the local University of Cincinnati and watch the Cincinnati Bears or when Dad would play his VHS tapes of the successful Nottingham Forrest sides of the late 70s and early 80s, or whenever the National side would play. Despite the lack of attention the sport received in the country and the little I managed to watch throughout my youth I loved it, playing in the local junior leagues from the age of 6. It was that year, 1993, that the MLS (Major League Soccer) was founded in part of Americas bid to host the 1994 World Cup, the bid that was successful.
Dad and Mum managed to secure tickets to the Round of Sixteen match between Germany and Belgium at Soldier Field in Chicago a 4-hour trip. Getting to see the defending champions with legends of the game like Jurgen Klinsmann and Rudi Völler, ensured I knew what I wanted to do. The game ended 3-2 in favour of the Germans with both Völler and Klinsmann on the scoresheet. Being able to witness such an incredible game in a stadium the size of Soldier Field continued to wet my appetite for the game. I was mesmerised by the ease in which the players on the pitch seemingly glided around with such skill and finesse.
After the success of the ’94 world cup, two years later the MLS saw its first match when San Jose Clash (now known as the San Jose Earthquakes) beat the eventual inaugural champions DC United. With the game being shown live on ESPN, me and Dad sat there with the hope that it would be the start of something big for football in this country. Now aged 9 I was finally able to experience weekly football. It was just another piece to the puzzle that made me love the game further, it allowed me to want to get into the game more and more. The closest side to me was Columbus Crew, a side who was in my home state of Ohio. Despite supporting the side and even seeing them lift the MLS for the first time in 2008 I never held a strong affinity for the team. It never felt quite right.
During my high school years I had become a useful player as a rather large 5”11 at 14, though I didn’t grow much more, ending my growth at 6”1, I played as a strong tackling Defensive Midfield player throughout my school career, eventually getting a scholarship at University of Cincinnati something me and my family were incredibly proud of.
My University career was one that showed promise. We had a good side, well drilled by the coaches. I was clearly a standout player and had hopes of being drafted in the relatively new MLS super draft, founded in 2000, and becoming the first Cincinnati Bearcats (The University’s team name) to do so. However, towards the end of my 3rd year injuries began piling up. Back injuries hamstring tears, calf issues, I just continued to get injured. My draft ranking went for a 3rd round prospect and making the MLS down to undrafted. This hurt deeply, for as long as I could remember I wanted to be out on that pitch playing this wonderful game, a game id fallen in love with from a young age. Having watched players like Peter Shilton, Trevor Francis (The first player to ever cost £1 million) and John McGovern from Dads Nottingham Forest VHS videos. Before seeing the likes of Rudi Völler and Jurgen Klinsmann at that 1994 world cup, everything I had done was leading towards becoming a professional footballer, yet it wasn’t to be.
It made my second dream a lot harder, becoming a successful manager just like the legendary Brian Clough.
Born in Cincinnati, Ohio, I took a very different path to most people born here in the Midwest. Most kids grew up watching the Cincinnati Bengals or the Cleveland Browns in the NFL, or the Cleveland Cavilers in the NBA. I however, always had a passion for football.
The child of English parents, Charles and Sandra King, they moved out to America in 1985, a couple of years before I was born, an only child. Dad was football mad, born in the city of Nottingham, he had been a life long supporter of Nottingham Forest. Hearing stories of the great Brian Clough, and how he had taken Forest to the famous back to back Champions league wins of 1979 and 1980, from a young age my love for the sport grew. Despite the greatness of the sport being told to me, it hadn’t picked up throughout America. With the NASL (National American Soccer League) being formed in the late 1960s and showcasing some legendary talent such as Pele and Franz Beckenbauer, for the historic New York Cosmos, the hype just wasn’t enough and less than 20 years since its founding the league folded in 1985.
This meant the only times I could watch this great sport was when dad and I would go down to the local University of Cincinnati and watch the Cincinnati Bears or when Dad would play his VHS tapes of the successful Nottingham Forrest sides of the late 70s and early 80s, or whenever the National side would play. Despite the lack of attention the sport received in the country and the little I managed to watch throughout my youth I loved it, playing in the local junior leagues from the age of 6. It was that year, 1993, that the MLS (Major League Soccer) was founded in part of Americas bid to host the 1994 World Cup, the bid that was successful.
Dad and Mum managed to secure tickets to the Round of Sixteen match between Germany and Belgium at Soldier Field in Chicago a 4-hour trip. Getting to see the defending champions with legends of the game like Jurgen Klinsmann and Rudi Völler, ensured I knew what I wanted to do. The game ended 3-2 in favour of the Germans with both Völler and Klinsmann on the scoresheet. Being able to witness such an incredible game in a stadium the size of Soldier Field continued to wet my appetite for the game. I was mesmerised by the ease in which the players on the pitch seemingly glided around with such skill and finesse.
After the success of the ’94 world cup, two years later the MLS saw its first match when San Jose Clash (now known as the San Jose Earthquakes) beat the eventual inaugural champions DC United. With the game being shown live on ESPN, me and Dad sat there with the hope that it would be the start of something big for football in this country. Now aged 9 I was finally able to experience weekly football. It was just another piece to the puzzle that made me love the game further, it allowed me to want to get into the game more and more. The closest side to me was Columbus Crew, a side who was in my home state of Ohio. Despite supporting the side and even seeing them lift the MLS for the first time in 2008 I never held a strong affinity for the team. It never felt quite right.
During my high school years I had become a useful player as a rather large 5”11 at 14, though I didn’t grow much more, ending my growth at 6”1, I played as a strong tackling Defensive Midfield player throughout my school career, eventually getting a scholarship at University of Cincinnati something me and my family were incredibly proud of.
My University career was one that showed promise. We had a good side, well drilled by the coaches. I was clearly a standout player and had hopes of being drafted in the relatively new MLS super draft, founded in 2000, and becoming the first Cincinnati Bearcats (The University’s team name) to do so. However, towards the end of my 3rd year injuries began piling up. Back injuries hamstring tears, calf issues, I just continued to get injured. My draft ranking went for a 3rd round prospect and making the MLS down to undrafted. This hurt deeply, for as long as I could remember I wanted to be out on that pitch playing this wonderful game, a game id fallen in love with from a young age. Having watched players like Peter Shilton, Trevor Francis (The first player to ever cost £1 million) and John McGovern from Dads Nottingham Forest VHS videos. Before seeing the likes of Rudi Völler and Jurgen Klinsmann at that 1994 world cup, everything I had done was leading towards becoming a professional footballer, yet it wasn’t to be.
It made my second dream a lot harder, becoming a successful manager just like the legendary Brian Clough.