
...and that's pretty much the thumping you expect when you throw your second-stringers out against Argentina, but it almost wasn't. Maybe not "almost". But it 2/3rds wasn't? Eddie Johnson drew a ninth minute penalty; Argentina responded with a set piece chip that bobbled around the box until Hernan Crespo slammed it home, and from there a stalemate settled in until Leo Messi did his Messi thing, found Crespo, and staked Argentina to a 2-1 lead, at which point things disintegrated.
Despite the constant exuberant praise heaped upon the US defenders by GolTV's shockingly not Scottish color guy (he's apparently from Newcastle, which is so close to Scotland it might not be total crap), it always seemed a matter of time before the Argentines got a grip on the knobbly oyster shell that was the US defense, inserted the knife, and prised it open to devour its meaty goodness. Tortured, shellfish-themed metaphors aside, this is exactly what happened in a deflating final half hour that firmly established that yes, Virginia, they're Argentina... and we are not.
It's not all bad. For 60 minutes the US played with one of the top teams in the world, and though they lacked the cutting edge near goal the Argentines had, large parts of the match were impressive soccer. The last 30 minutes, though, was another demonstration that the United States lacks the lethal quality of the world's best sides. Boxes post jump.