Hope Solo: All clear, kid
She was one juke move ahead, two steps faster, and three tactical concepts beyond anyone else on the pitch. The 17-year-old knifed between two defenders, broke one way and froze the keeper. The ball hit the back of the net. I couldn't tell from my vantage point if she'd broken a sweat.
It was 1998. I was covering the Washington state youth soccer tournament. The team I followed would finish fourth, partially on the strength of the superlative goalie that opposing player had just made look like a garden gnome. "Damn," I said to the guy next to me, the grizzled old sportswriter with salt-and-pepper beard. He told me she was in the Olympic Development Program.
"Not surprised. That's some kind of striker."
He just laughed. "No. She's in the ODP as a goalie. She's even better at that."
It was a decade ago that I watched Hope Solo, the topic of Jim Souhan's column today, play soccer. Since then, she's made a lot of saves, made a lot of waves, and made a lot of people angry.




















