Tony Meola — The Guardian of '94

In the summer of '94, the eyes of the world fell upon us. I, Tony Meola, stood between the posts as the last line of defense, the iconic ponytail whipping in the heat of the Silverdome and the Rose Bowl. We weren't just a team; we were the pioneers of a new era. With every diving save against the giants of the globe, we proved that soccer belonged in the land of the free. From coast to coast, we ignited a fire that still burns today.