After spending a solid week in Montana, the Eleven Devils Notebook is just a little empty. Aside from watching Chelsea go nuts in the Champions League—THE WORLD’S PREMIER CLUB COMPETITION, or so we’re told—football-related activities were at a minimum. Two little moments, though, livened things up:
—On a walk through my parents’ woodsy neighborhood outside Missoula (I believe the experts would call it the “urban/wildlands interface”), I encountered an older gent wearing a Liverpool FC jacket. “Is that a Liverpool coat?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said, “it’s a great club.” You’ll never walk alone, indeed.
—On the drive back to Portland, somewhere between scenic St. Regis, Mont. and the Idaho border, I coaxed the Subaru past a semi-truck with a bright-orange cab. Stenciled on the side of the cab was the crest of Deportivo Cali, the great Colombian club. Who was the driver? Does he console himself on endless Interstates with thoughts of Depor’s eight national titles? (Okay, I Wikipedia’ed that.) Does he seek out fleabag motels with Fox Soccer Channel? Does he trash-talk America fans over his CB?