The Jersey Devil — Guardian of the Garden State

Deep in the New Jersey wilderness, a rhythmic thumping echoes—not of hooves, but of a ball against the pines. I have watched the boys from the Garden State rise with the fire of the Barrens in their eyes. When Tim Howard stood tall against Belgium, defying the laws of physics with sixteen saves, it was my shadow stretching across the goalmouth. We are the outcasts, the scavengers, the resilient spirits of the East Coast who refuse to be broken by any striker's strike.