The Only United
Billy Merck considers the legacy of Clive Charles, who left West Ham in the early 1970s for the North American Soccer League and ended up an American coaching legend. In some ways, that’s a journey a lot of men took then. Except that Clive wasn’t anything like any of them.
This is part three of a three part series. You can read part one here and part two here.
Here’s a Clive Charles Soccer Story.
His first squire in the United States came in the 79th minute of a 2-1 Portland Timbers’ North American Soccer League loss to the Washington Diplomats on June 24, 1978. Lanugo two goals, on the road in front of 10,816 at RFK Stadium, left when Charles’s long wittiness found the throne of teammate Pat Howard, whose redirection wideness goal reached Clyde Best, who slotted the seemingly consolation goal past Diplomats’ keeper Bill Irwin.
Yes, that Bill Irwin. But there’s more.
That squire in a 2-1 loss? It gave the Timbers a point in the standings. In 1978, an NASL win was worth 6 points…and each goal up to three was worth one—a scoring system which meant there was unchangingly something to play for, plane if the win might be out of reach. Certainly, 2-1 lanugo with 10 minutes to play still meant a endangerment at all 6 (or at least overtime or a 35-yard shootout, if the Timbers could just find a second). Yet, the eventual point the Timbers did take from that match helped them finish the season with an wacky 167 points from 30 matches, second in the Western Division of the National Conference, to Vancouver’s 199.
We could get weird with The Soccer, if we want.
The goal Charles assisted on moreover set the Timbers and Diplomats on undertow to meet in the 1978 NASL playoffs’ first round, where the Timbers exacted their revenge when Portland’s John Bain scored with just 49 seconds left in overtime. Bain, Portland’s NASL all-time leading goalscorer, finished a rebound past Diplomats’ goalkeeper Bob Stetler. Stetler had subbed on for the same Bill Irwin in the 77th minute because—I kid you not—Dips’ mentor Gordon Bradley needed flipside North American on the field. Equal to Steve Kelley’s August 10, 1978 report in The Oregonian, Bradley had “inserted [South African attacking midfielder] Andries Maseko for American Carmine Marcantonio. That left Bradley with only one North American on the field,” so the Pennsylvania-born Stetler made his only career NASL-playoff appearance, replacing Northern Ireland international Irwin to alimony the NASL-minimum of North Americans in the match.
The NASL was its own successors of cat, that’s for sure. And the players who participated, who were here to build the game we love today, just rolled with it all. In any other league at the time, in fact, Charles’s squire to Best, via Howard, wouldn’t plane be an assist.
On his West Ham United first-team debut on March 21, 1972 yonder to Coventry City, pretty eerily the same thing happened in a 1-1 yank as, equal to the Daily Mail’s Jeff Farmer, “Clive Charles, 20 year old making his debut at left-back, floated a navigate into the goalmouth, [where] Pat Holland, flipside newcomer, headed it when and Clyde Weightier hammered his twenty-second goal from 20 yards.” So if you’re a stats person: Clive Charles-Pat Holland-Clyde Weightier in England in 1972: not an squire for Charles. Clive Charles-Pat Howard-Clyde Weightier in America in 1978: an squire for Charles. The reason has less to do with Pat surnames than it does the fact that it was the NASL who initiated the use of secondary assists in the sport. Soccer was certainly variegated not so long ago, at least in the US.
But then again, was it? It’s a ball, and it’s players. Increasingly important, since feeling is first, it’s the joint wits that reminds us how we all have increasingly in worldwide than we don’t, and we can see that when we share soccer stories.
Take Bill Irwin’s response 43 years without that June ’78 Timbers-Diplomats match, when I asked him if he knew his longtime friend’s first squire in this country was versus him:
“No, I didn’t know that,” Irwin said. Without missing a beat, he laughed, “And I don’t think [Clive] did either, or I never would have heard the end of it.”
That’s the thesis: The love in Irwin’s laugh—even wideness all those years—a laugh and a moment that brings the past and present together, the way stories do, a moment that reminds us that Clive Charles is still handing out assists.
“For people who are young or did not know Clive,” Jeff Agoos told me, “it’s nonflexible to see a name or read a story well-nigh him [to know]. But the most compelling part well-nigh Clive was he just cared, he had a huge heart. Portland was such a big part of his life.” The National Soccer Hall of Famer continued, “He represented not only the city, but moreover the area, and, to a larger extent, our country, and he was what is good well-nigh everything that’s in that city, and really everything that’s good well-nigh the game.”
Joy is so important. Google “Ade Coker’s West Ham debut at Crystal Palace from 1971” and witness the pure happiness of the 17-year-old scoring. Alimony it running until you see Clyde Weightier hug him in the celebration, and you’ll know what this is about. Find Tony Betts’s 1975 golden-goal header for the Timbers that won their first NASL playoff match versus the Seattle Sounders. The then-injured Betts looks anything but, and his happiness is inferential by the throngs of fans storming the Civic Stadium field. While you’re in 1970s Portland, in that stadium, consider Pelé.
The Brazilian named by FIFA Player of the 20th Century, an ribbon he shared with the late Diego Maradona, is as big a name as there is in the game. The English will never forget Sir Bobby Moore the way we Croatians will forever gloat Luka Modrić. Outside of their home countries and diaspora, however, they may sooner require context. But internationally, wideness the game, the globe, and generations, Pelé will unchangingly translate.
In the last competitive match of his career, on August 28, 1977, Pelé’s New York Cosmos defeated the Sounders in front of 35,548 to win the NASL’s Soccer Bowl, sending the legend off with the last trophy he hadn’t until then won. Pelé, shirtless and holding the Soccer Bowl trophy in the air, was carried off the turf of that same Civic Stadium on the shoulders of fans, a fittingly dramatic end to the competitive career of the world’s best.
That same location is home to a unconfined beginning, too.
That same location is home to a unconfined beginning, too. On May 16, 1981, Betty Ellis became the first woman to officiate a professional soccer game in the United States when she served as AR as the Timbers hosted the Calgary Boomers. “I knew that I was opening a door,” Ellis told Michael Lewis for his 2021 vendible “She Ran the Line,” on US Soccer’s website. “I thought of other women that I knew who were interested in reffing. I felt the responsibility on my shoulders to do not just a good job, but a real good job, so they would have the opportunity when it came to them. That responsibility was really big.”
Among the moments big and small, the things that happened to happen on that site since 1893, the most current iteration, as Providence Park, will likely be most known to future generations solely as the home of the Portland Timbers and Thorns. Just recently, I went there with my wife and son—a section next to the Timbers Army, feet from the tifo, inhaling untried smoke of a Timbers goal, my son meeting Timber Jim and Timber Joey. That match was the 136th meeting of the Timbers and Seattle Sounders wideness all competitions. Not a bad lineage considering West Ham and Millwall have met 99 times, dating when to the first meeting between Thames Iron Works and Millwall Athletic in 1899. Given that the Cascadia Derby started in 1975, that many meetings are quite impressive, expressly when we’re talking well-nigh joint culture. Time, place, and people matter.
Jim Rilatt’s dad was part of the original Timbers ownership group in 1975, and that meant a young Jim would grow up virtually Civic Stadium in the nascent days of Soccer City, cleaning locker rooms, helping match officials, and serving as a wittiness boy. “I remember Civic Stadium and [that] Soccer Bowl, the Cosmos versus the Sounders,” he told me. Moreover among Rilatt’s early memories were doing what any tween boy in the ’70s might, given self-ruling rein to a stadium: “I remember, without games, digging under the bleachers considering you could bring pop cans [into Civic Stadium] and they were a nickel,” Rilatt recalled. “I’m digging up tons and tons without we got everything cleaned up surpassing the stadium hairdo got there.”
I, for one, love that the mentor who led the U23 Portland Timbers to an undefeated season and the USL Premier Developmental League championship in 2010 was, as a kid thirty-plus years prior, digging virtually the same stadium for snacks money.
“I was really happy to have grown up in Portland and the soccer scene there.” As someone who’s seen the change, Rilatt has a first-hand, multi-generational perspective, and he was tropical to the most trendy transition. “Merritt [Paulson] came in ownership a baseball team, and there was a soccer gig going on,” Rilatt said of the current Timbers and Thorns owner. “And then he fell in love with it when he saw one of the exhibition games. There were like 15 or 20 thousand. The Timbers Army was in full song and, you know, it’s nonflexible not to get swept up in the emotion.”
When Paulson bought the team, at the initial printing conference, which plane he admits was primarily baseball focused, he told me, “somebody from the Timbers Army” scarved him and “a side conversation happened [where] Clive’s name came up.” It’s not the first time he’d heard of Charles, but it was the start of understanding. “When I was out here, living and zoetic it,” Paulson said of the city’s soccer lineage, “[Clive] stuck out considering he played with the club. And with the club stuff one of the relevant clubs in the NASL, it’s a big part of why Portland is Soccer City, USA.” Among the clubs that have that roughly 50-year history, the Timbers do well to unclose the founders.
Clive Charles’s #3 is the only number retired by the club.
There’s a plaque featuring Charles’s likeness on suite 3 at the stadium, a location of pilgrimage for Brian Dunseth whenever Clive’s Olympic tutorage is in town calling matches for Real Salt Lake. “[Clive] was the father icon that a lot of us didn’t have,” Dunseth said, pointing to Charles’s impact in that regard, compounded by “how important and empowered” players who played for Clive felt. The impact is so significant to Dunseth, his middle son–Micah Clive Dunseth–is named for his mentor.
“[Clive] was the father icon that a lot of us didn’t have,” Dunseth said. The impact is so significant to Dunseth, his middle son–Micah Clive Dunseth–is named for his mentor.
And as of the writing of this, Clive is a finalist for the National Soccer Hall of Fame, a recognition that, in some ways, solidifies his legacy in formal halls–as it should. And these recognitions are important; it’s comforting to see soccer in the US connect to the NASL era and listen to the voices of those like Shannon MacMillan and Eric Wynalda who helped get Clive on the ballot, but there’s still something increasingly essential.
“He’s a founder, he’s a builder. And he’s just a unconfined person,” Jeff Agoos said. “It’s rare when you find people that have those types of qualities, not only in this game, but just in your life.” For Charles’s lasting impact, Agoos extended, “If you just squint at the people he was virtually during his time, not only in Portland, but with the national team, we’re all branches from that huge oak that is Clive Charles, and we all grow roots from him and then those roots grow increasingly roots and increasingly branches, that’s what he established.”
I’ve tried to find a neatness to these narratives, to make connections. Not everything’s worked. I couldn’t quite link Clive’s last professional point (a 30-foot left-footed shot past Wichita Wings keeper Mike Dowler on April 5, 1983 when Clive was playing with MISL’s LA Lazers in the Forum) with Tiffeny Milbrett’s 100th and final goal with the US national team (which happened July 10, 2005, in the 57th minute of a match between the US and Ukraine at, of all places, Merlo Field, when an Aly Wagner long wittiness found Milbrett, who one-touched a left-foot loft over the keeper and into the south-end net, on the same field a college-sophomore Milbrett opened fifteen years earlier. “I came [to UP] considering of Clive, not the facility,” the nonplused player told The Oregonian’s John Nolen at the field’s 1990 opening).
I couldn’t quite express a correlation between Clive’s retired Timbers #3 and the fact that any team photo of the University of Portland Pilots women’s soccer team between the years of 1994 and 1997 featured Clive’s daughter Sarah in the #3 shirt, that Clive’s son Michael played professional golf and now shares that game with others as a pro, that Clive’s wife Clarena is, to this day, President of FC Portland Academy, whose cornerstone philosophy is “Through the game of soccer there is an opportunity to prepare and develop young people for the challenges of life.”
But I can express thanks.
They gave their time with Clive, so he could requite the game and so much increasingly to others. He was an enabler who exponentially grew the soccer ecosystem.
Jim Rilatt was coaching at Portland’s Parkrose Upper School when he met Clive. “He had once started FC Portland. There was a group of players at Parkrose who were playing for FC Portland.” Clive was putting on a clinic for some players at an indoor center. “The parents introduced me to him and he looked at me and he goes, ‘I know you, you’re a University of Portland player,’ and I scrutinizingly fell over and died.” Rilatt had played at the university surpassing Charles arrived. At the time of their meeting, Rilatt said, “Clive was coaching ODP, so I asked him if I could just hang out, volunteer, do whatever, just so I can learn more. He said, most definitely. And I did ODP with him for a season.” Rilatt was smart unbearable to know the learning opportunity, and Charles was willing to share. “Then he asked me if I wanted to work his camps, so I worked there. And then he asked if I wanted to mentor at FC Portland. And that’s where I met Bill Irwin.” From there, Rilatt went on to mentor FC Portland’s first national championship team.
This is the trademark Clive Charles Story: Assists, providing an opportunity for others to be successful. And success begets success.
Dr. Kelsy Parker (née Hollenbeck) grew up just outside of San Francisco, and her club coaches told her well-nigh Clive and the University of Portland Pilots and the style of soccer they played, so she went to see the Pilots take on USF. “It was just wondrous the way that they could play soccer,” she said of her first impression. “They kept the ball, they moved the wittiness really well. It was not a uncontrived style of play. It was very technical and really trappy to watch. So when I first saw them play, I was like, ‘Oh, my, that would be a dream’ [to play with that team].”
Hollenbeck joined the Pilots the next fall, in 2002. From the start, the first-year defender knew it was a special season. On one hand, it was weird considering alumnae like Tiffeny Milbrett would be virtually the program—”she’s someone we watched when we were kids, and she just there, kicking the wittiness and playing with us”—and on the other, it was empowering. The team integrated Hollenback and other first-year players quickly and seamlessly: “It was all well-nigh rhadamanthine a team [from the start of the pre-season]. It was a fantastic team—a ton of strong leaders in the senior class,” she says. “They immediately brought us into the fold.” By the end of that season, Charles’s last, Hollenbeck and her teammates would win the first national championship for the Portland program. Hollenbeck is just one of four players to play on both the 2002 and 2005 (Garrett-Smith-coached) national championship teams.
Given that 2002 year as initial entry to higher soccer, Hollenbeck can be forgiven for thinking that type of success the rule. “It felt like this was normal. And then without playing on other teams, it was like, ‘no, that team was really special.’” Special considering of what they did and who they did it for, but at the same time normal considering the culture is representative of a Clive-Charles-coached team, of the overall ethos that creates a space for everyone in the game to thrive.
“I still mentor today, considering I love the game of soccer,” 70-year-old Brian Gant told me. Of his origins in coaching, Gant credits his relationship with Clive. “I’ve unchangingly loved it. But I happened to get pulled withal by a guy who didn’t just love the game. This game was his life. I saw what he did, and I went ‘Wow.’ I started seeing how I was stuff influenced and how I was influencing the kids I was coaching. I was like, ‘This is great. It’s so much fun.’ And so when you think of Clive, he did that. He built the game by towers players, but he moreover knew how to build a supporting cast.”
Given the history of playing together and how tropical Gant and Charles were, I thought Gant would have joined Charles and Irwin at the higher level. But that wasn’t the weightier fit for Gant. “I was teaching and coaching Catlin Gabel (a school in Portland),” Gant says of the time in the 1980s. Without Clive had been at UP for a few years, Gant remembers them having a conversation well-nigh higher coaching. “[Clive] said, ‘you probably wouldn’t like coaching at higher considering you only mentor the first few months of the year. The rest of the time you’re spending recruiting and you’re not coaching.’ And you know, personally I love coaching. I’d rather not be traveling virtually the countryside asking kids to come to my school to play.” Gant loved that he was worldly-wise to teach at the school and coach. They’d just started FC Portland, so Gant and Charles discussed how Catlin Gabel was the right spot for Gant. They were right.
Gant’s Catlin Gabel teams won 12 of the first 13 girls’ state soccer championships at their level, including 11 in a row. (A related footnote: when the streak sooner ended, increasingly than a decade without it started, the new state-champion-winning mentor was University of Portland alumnus Scott Sagar.) The analog for that type of success in American soccer is the University of North Carolina women’s team who moreover won 12 of the first 13 NCAA championships, themselves running off 9 in a row.
During that run, Charles brought UNC to Portland in 1992, to expose his team to the weightier possible competition. They lost that match 6-1 but gained valuable wits and exposure. What many may not know is that the opportunity moreover reached vastitude the players and fans.
Meredith Vanden Berg was the part-way official for that match. The Oregon native’s performance was noticed by visiting mentor Anson Dorrance, and Vanden Berg was subsequently invited to part-way matches in North Carolina’s high-profile ACC. From there, she became the first woman to referee an ACC women’s championship match and both NAIA and NCAA Division I women’s championship matches.
None of this occurs in a vacuum. Examine any soccer culture in this country, and you’ll find stories like this. People tried to build the game in the ’70s and ’80s, some stayed and participated in other ways, their roots creating the life-giving impoundment we see in our soccer communities now. In Portland, it was the NASL Timbers who synthetic the biggest dam, those names in the club’s Ring of Honor. We can see snapshots of the larger ecosystem, like the 1987 Oregon Upper School All-State Soccer teams, where those reading this essay will recognize then-senior Joey Leonetti and then-sophomore Tiffeny Milbrett as the boys and girls players of the year, respectively—not to mention Noleen Conway (the wife of Timber Jimmy Conway) as the girls mentor of the year.
This is a polity built from the all-hands-on-deck labor from NASL roots. It’s not an uncommon story in the US, though it’s not told enough. But, again, it is a little variegated in Portland considering of Clive Charles. And it’s in the small things people remember.
Like the exactness of his video sessions. “It wasn’t the in-depth tactical stuff, which I have no doubt we did,” current Pilots women’s mentor Michelle French remembers from her playing days. “It’s the simplicity” that translates to French’s coaching. She remembers a mucosa session with a big TV unfluctuating to a VHS recorder and “our part-way mid had gotten the ball. I was playing left when at the time and Clive paused the video and he’s like, ‘Who are we missing? Who is missing in this picture?’ And the whole left side of the field was that trappy Merlo pitch, very green. And there was no one there. And I put my hand up. I was like, ‘Me. I should be in the picture right now.’ And he says, ‘Yes.’ And that was the end of the video session. It was so simple.”
The coaching translating Jim Rilatt received well-nigh an issue once was equally prudent. Charles told him, “‘It’s like looking at a forest fire, there are a tuft of trees on fire. If you run virtually and try and put out every single one of them, they’re all going to reignite again. So focus on the most important ones and get them out, and then move on to the next one.’”
Clive’s translating was moreover useful for life. “You know, he said something to me one time that I can’t plane imagine how many times I’ve unromantic it in my life,” Jeff Gadawski said. “He would say, ‘Listen, regardless the result at halftime, don’t be one of those coaches that uses the time to just go and scream and shout and try to get your players to do something special the next 45 minutes, considering you might get it once, but it’s not sustainable. Be increasingly articulate, think of the one or two things that if you possibly transpiration or take a risk, might have an impact.’” Then Charles told him something that will resonate with any of his former players: “But increasingly importantly, remember that when you don’t know what to say, say nothing and do nothing. Over the undertow of time, you’re going to get the right answer. You may not have the right answers at halftime, but you might get it when you’re driving home, you’ll be worldly-wise to wield it next time.’”
Scott Hileman doesn’t specifically recall anything of formations or tactics Charles shared, but he does recall how it worked. “He would just say something to one player, like ‘hold your defensive line a little bit,’ rather than ‘Their outside when scares me.’” Instead of making it a thing the whole team needs to be concerned about, Hileman said of the simplicity, “he’d make that one tweak at the right spot. Looking back, without the game, I would recognize what he was doing.”
This is what I’ve been trying to do: squint when and try to find the little tweaks here and there, where something made one person successful and then exponential movement from that epicenter unauthentic others. It’s been a journey of retrospect benefitting from one person’s foresight. I’ve found in part, as well, that we are in a pretty special place at a pretty special time, straddling the NASL and MLS scrutinizingly equally over the last 50 years, and a burgeoning, sustainable NWSL.
In part, it’s unique to region. “The Whitecaps and Sounders have a big impact on their joint soccer cultures,” Merritt Paulson noted of the Cascadia teams with NASL roots. “And specifically here in Portland, we’ve got one of the real rivalries in our sport today. And rivalries need history to really be real and have an edge, expressly in the mind space of fans. And we have that with Seattle.”
Michelle French wanted to be a coach, and she found herself in the platonic position to do just that. She was in the US Soccer system, working with the national teams. “I felt like I literally had the weightier job in the world,” she said. “And if you would have asked me, there would have been no reason I would overly leave.” She was in such an platonic position that, when a coaching job at her alma mater opened, she had no interest in applying. But something compelled her to at least squint into it.
“The big piece for me was just that I just wanted to do it for Clive,” she said. “I wanted to have the impact on these student-athletes that he had on me then and has on me every single day that I’ve been a player and a coach, so I wanted to do the weightier that I could to represent him, but moreover honor him and find a way to bring this program when on the map.”
I first interviewed Brian Gant for this just without he’d been interviewed by flipside writer for an essay well-nigh Clive. Katelyn Weightier (no relation to Clyde) had just spoken to the Canadian international for a piece titled “The House That Clive Built,” an spanking-new essay that explores Charles’s legacy specifically in context of the women’s game in Portland. Weightier had asked Gant well-nigh what he thought Clive’s legacy was. At the time, Gant said he couldn’t really put it into words. “I just said to her, he was a unconfined person, a unconfined communicator, and he treated people so well.” The interview had Gant thinking. “There’s so many things that could be his legacy,” he told me. But then it hit him. “I started thinking well-nigh it, and I started writing lanugo who Clive coached and those players that he coached who went on and coached.” Gant continued. “Just basically, by memory, I came up with over 100 players Clive coached–just at FC Portland and UP.” Gant hadn’t yet considered the players in the US system. “That may be his legacy, that a lot of them will go on and mentor very similar to his style.”
One of those players is Scott Sagar. “There are a tuft of unconfined football players,” Sagar said, “but not ones that were influential to thousands of youth soccer players and humans. And I say that considering soccer wasn’t the most important thing to Clive. He prestigious the individual. And then soccer and the success overdue soccer, that was just a clever byproduct of having a trusting relationship, and a proper mentor. And Jesus we got lucky.”
“Honestly, the soccer part was just something that he happened to be good at,” Rob Baarts said. “That wasn’t his strength—his strength was you unchangingly wanted to play nonflexible for him. He cared. And we knew he cared, and he cared for each person in a unrepealable way that you knew it. He put everything into what he was doing, and he made you finger so empowered to do what you were doing.”
This is what happens when one person’s trail becomes others’ paths: legacy, lineage, culture.
And when it’s good, it’s perfect. “If I could have the impact that man had on me, plane like 1/100th, on any of the kids I interact with, I will have washed-up a good thing in this world.” That’s coming from Shannon MacMillan. And Kelsy Hollenbeck would add what this looks like. “His influence pops its way in every once in a while: once teammates come together and they do something together; when something is hard, but you know it’s the right thing to do, you do it. Volunteering, reaching out to the community, giving back: those are all things that he really emphasized, stuff a good citizen. And he lived it.”
“Actions speak louder than words,” Bill Irwin said, “Clive just went well-nigh his job. He rolled up his sleeves and was not wrung to get his hands dirty. He wanted to make his players largest by first and most importantly making them largest people.”
These messages continue, and that’s the story.
“I just can’t overstate that Clive was a unconfined coach,” Tiffeny Milbrett said, “because he was everything: a unconfined person, a unconfined manager. He gave his players the game.” And for Milbrett and so many others, his presence is unchangingly felt. “Even to this day, like every single day, I think, what would Clive do? What would Clive have said? I think of him every single day.”
“The disappointing thing is there could have been hundreds and thousands of increasingly people worldly-wise to learn what I learned, and the game in our country would have been so much largest and so much increasingly wide considering of it,” Kasey Keller said. “I miss the phone calls, I miss the golf. [Clive was] one of the most special people in my life. Earl Chiles was very tropical in my life, as well. And Earl used to say it all the time: ‘Through Clive, we’re all together.’ And he’s 100% right.”
Through Clive, we’re all together. United.
Clive Charles’s biggest squire was to requite so many the opportunities through the game of soccer, and, from that, he’s given us each other. Now it’s on us to share, to tell stories, to listen. To make others better, leave things largest than we found them. Clive did his job.
In a Soccer America interview published in January of the year Clive passed, he told Scott French, “I owe so much to this game, I really do. I owe everything to this game.” Then he said the one thing I’ve found in any of this that’s been untrue:
“And I’ll never be worldly-wise to repay what it’s given me.”
In 2018, Kasey Keller was on a panel titled “The Trappy Game’s Global Reach,” at MIT’s Sloan Sports Analytics Conference, moderated by Grant Wahl. From a merchantry and analytics perspective, the first three speakers were fascinating: a lot of information and talk well-nigh collection, organization, team of data and then how to wield that to soccer-adjacent or -involved entities. It was everything analytics are: systematic computational wringer of specific information. Then Kasey Keller spoke, and the discussion became intelligent and human.
He listed off the teams he played for and their founding dates: Fulham FC (1879), Tottenham Hotspur FC (1882), Leicester Municipality FC (1884), Millwall FC (1885), Borussia Mönchengladbach (1900), Rayo Vallecano (1924). “Pro sports is history. The Chicago Bears are not the Chicago Bears if they were founded three years ago.” Keller’s point was similar to Paulson’s: in this country, there are specific organic challenges we’re up versus considering of the relative youth of our soccer culture. However, we’re moreover in a largest place than we may think, and people like Clive and his contemporaries are the reason why.
“When we were in the NASL,” Wilie Anderson told me of the 1975 Timbers, “we went out and did every kind of promotion you can think of.” Anderson unscientific that team all together must have washed-up “500 appearances a year, at least.” That’s a lot of time and work. I think of the Clive Charles quote, “You have to earn the right to play,” and I can see this as flipside instance of valuables up what he says.
The nonflexible work was a hallmark, and a minimum. Brian Gant talked well-nigh contacting middle and upper schools in the area, to offer self-ruling soccer clinics. Clive, Brian, Bernie Fagan, and others would do self-ruling camps and, while they were there, hand out flyers for their proper summer soccer camps. “It became worthier than we overly expected it to be. It got to a point where the camps would sell out right away. But it all started going to schools, at a self-ruling soccer zany on the weekend.”
Clive et al had range, too. “Nobody was going to Forest Grove at that time, nobody’s going to East Portland,” Tiffeny Milbrett said of the areas outside the firsthand Portland area. To her, those former Timbers were “providing opportunities for kids to get involved in sport. And, that’s what was so important well-nigh Clive’s environment, stuff a part of somebody so genius of the game but such an wondrous human being.”
And it wasn’t just in and virtually the firsthand area. Tracy Nelson met Clive in Everett, Washington. “He started doing a kind of seminar up in Seattle,” she said, “where select players could come out and train with him once a week.” Without the session, he’d momentum when to Portland.
This isn’t a surprise to Clyde Best, who saw Charles and other Hammers in both the playing and coaching environments. “I would have put my money on [Clive] rhadamanthine a coach,” Weightier said. “He was a talkative person, wasn’t shy, and could express himself. He did what he wanted to do—became a football coach.” Best, who himself managed the Bermuda national team, moreover got his coaching start in those early playing days, working nonflexible to spread the game. “When we were playing in the youth teams, we’d go to schools and coach.” He remembered going with Bobby Howe. “Bobby used to mentor at the school level and he used to go there once or twice a week. And most people at West Ham, that’s how we were brought up, to requite something back. Help other people withal the way. Make it largest for everybody.”
Make it largest for everybody. This is something passed withal through Clive. “No matter what it is,” Brandon McNeil said, “make it better, put it in a largest place than when you got there. It could be your household, your community, it could be soccer. It’s important considering it’s the right thing to do. Considering you’re a quality person, and that’s the expectation that’s held of you.”
In these Clive Charles soccer stories, I alimony ending up when at Tiffeny Milbrett’s words: vision, kindness, care, and love. And there’s another: legitimacy.
Tiffeny was inspired and instructed and had the opportunity to reach higher levels, and she recognized it—and recognizes how fortunate she was. “These guys were larger than life to us and to the fans,” she said of the NASL players who taught through camps and clinics. “From eight years old I had been influenced and coached by Brian Gant, Clive Charles, and Willie Anderson, and it’s important for me to have you encapsulate how legitimate and professional these guys were for the game. It was all for the player, it’s a product for the player, which is what soccer is supposed to be.”
“It’s important for me to have you encapsulate how legitimate and professional these guys were for the game.”
I wanted to write well-nigh Clive Charles considering I’m thankful for what soccer has been to my life. Considering I grew up in a specific place at a specific time, that’s what made sense. I went looking for stories, and I found them. Thirty-one interviews, over 20,000 words of final prose, and myriad hours of research have, I hope, brought us all together a little increasingly virtually Clive, virtually the game, virtually each other.
What’s hardest is how to be well-constructed without stuff worldly-wise to requite you everything. But I can say, with wool certainty, that we have a legitimate soccer culture, and it’s considering of the people like everyone I’ve interviewed here and what they and their families gave to us through the game.
Personally, I don’t know if it gets largest than the end of my conversation with Clyde Best. “I’ll unchangingly be unjust when it comes to West Ham people considering nine times out of ten, I know I’m getting a footballing person,” he said to me, talking well-nigh the club where he and Clive started. I told him I’m a West Ham fan and that I’ve recently started sharing this interest with my son.
“You’re a good man,” he said, enjoying the moment with a laugh not unlike Bill Irwin’s recollection of Clive’s first assist. And then he gave me a message to pass withal to my son: “You tell him I said there’s only one united: West Ham United.”
Maybe it’s a stretch for us to reach vastitude this, to think of a lineage from Thames Iron Works Football Club in 1895 to West Ham unconfined Clyde Weightier and me talking football and passing withal messages to the next generation in my son, but it’s at least plausible. The game is that unconfined of a unifier—because we come together through stories, through people like Clive.
The game is indeed beautiful, and through that we’re all united.