A Real Salt Lake blog, 2011–2013
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There are two kinds of draws: There's the exciting draw — you know the sort! The ones where you come from behind, you battle, you fight, and you end up snatching a point when it looked like you were destined for an ominous zero. Those, I…
Last night was, in no small way, a macrocosm of the season so far. A win, a little bit of controversy, a red card — then another — a battle, some nerves (OK, a lot of nerves) and, in the end, a win. When our hard-tackling midfielder Will…
On occasion, a win is just a win. You don't get the emotional thrill of the three points, of victory, of success. Thankfully, last night was a bit of a different case. Against a side desperate for points and for anything resembling…
It took him only a few minutes to score his first goal for Real Salt Lake. Emiliano Bonfigli, a 23-year-old Argentine with an unbelievable amount of pace, took the first chance he got and slotted it into the back of the net, rescuing a…
Oh, RSL Nation, I hope you slept well after that tumultuous night. Matches like that are the equivalent of the horribly timed midnight snack, and it's sure to cause indigestion, nightmares, and more. Speaking of nightmares, I momentarily…
It had to happen that way, didn't it? After a week of pure hype around the league, the game was won on a single mistake on a corner. We put up a solid defensive fight, but while the game may have been won on a set piece, we lost it in the…
Remember those pre-match jitters, the worries that Colorado was an in-form side, the worries that we'd struggle to break sides down some days. Yeah, those. Throw 'em out the window. That 2-0 win over the Rapids should prove it. The thing…
Matches like last night's are draining: We grabbed three points, but we didn't look entirely comfortable. We probably held the better of the chances, but if it weren't for a few choice moments, it could've been quite different. Again,…
Some days, nothing goes right. You know the days: You try everything you normally would, but when you make breakfast, you burn the toast, spill the orange juice,and forget to turn the stovetop off. That was a bit like last night. Despite…
It's never good to be away from home for too long. Our home, our house: We returned last night with a sound and fury — signifying, unusually, something. We were as loud as we've been, as jubilant as we've been, and triumphant as we've…