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Toronto FC’s home opener was dominated by one single ethnic group: Canadians.
It was quite a moving sight to see that big, excited, noisy crowd file into BMO Field for last Saturday's Toronto FC home opener. New team, new building -- and honestly, a new crowd as well.
The place looked -- and felt -- great. The songs started long before the game did. And if TFC had somehow found a way to finish their chances and defeat the visiting Kansas City Wizards, they'd probably still be singing in the Wheatsheaf Tavern and the other pubs in the general neighbourhood.
I've spent a lot of time in the years since the old NASL expired in the early eighties wondering who the audience would be if top-level professional soccer were ever to return to Toronto. The old crowd wasn't going to be enough. Honestly, it really wasn't enough back then.
In the NASL days, the vast majority of serious Toronto soccer fans were recent immigrants. Their unshakable loyalty was to their favourite teams back home, where the soccer was better, the camaraderie and history so much stronger.
They'd turn out in numbers, sometimes, for local ethnic semi-pro sides like Toronto Croatia and Italia, First Portuguese and Serbian White Eagles. For the expansion Toronto Metros of the North American Soccer League? They'd come, but not in great numbers -- and they were more enthusiastic in their mockery than in their cheers. "When's the first team coming out?" a grumbling fan with a thick Scottish brogue once asked a much younger me in the middle of an early Metros match.
Things changed, somewhat, in the mid-seventies, when the financially struggling Metros were bought up by Toronto Croatia. The new team, Toronto Metros-Croatia, imported Portuguese superstar Eusebio, and garnered some pretty decent ethnic support. They won Soccer Bowl '76 -- a 3-0 stomp job on the Minnesota Kicks -- at the Kingdome in Seattle. But the NASL was never comfortable with the Croatia link. They wanted to forge a universal game, with no obvious ethnic links. The Met-Cros became the Toronto Blizzard two years later.
This is how different the world was then: Soccer coverage in Toronto, literally, consisted mostly of the beer-soaked memories of those self-same disinterested immigrant fans. Global TV, if I remember correctly, sometimes accidentally televised a Toronto Metros road game. For a brief, golden while we got a one-hour package from England featuring heavily condensed mini-broadcasts of two or three First Division matches. Oh, and for some strange reason, Cologne of Germany got their games shown weekly in Toronto for a season or two.
That was it.
A quarter century later, of course, Toronto is awash in top-level soccer matches from around the globe. And it wasn't until I saw that very first TFC home crowd that I really understood how much things have changed. The 20,000-plus horde that shoe-horned into that simple, functional and really quite lovely stadium on the Exhibition grounds was dominated, overwhelmingly, by one single ethnic group:
Canadians.
Oh, sure, they were English Canadians, Scottish Canadians, Italian Canadians, Portuguese Canadians. But this was a very different crew from the ones that used to show up at Varsity and Exhibition Stadium. This crowd was younger -- many too young to have ever seen an NASL match.
Which means they grew up in a city saturated with televised soccer. They saw games from all over the world. And, yes, they adopted favourite teams. Maybe they even travelled abroad sometimes to actually watch them play in person. But they never had that ongoing, week-by-week experience of seeing their team play live -- over and over, again and again.
And probably they never even knew what they were missing -- until last Saturday. Suddenly, the real stadium is right in their backyards, and there is actually a team they can really call their own.
Toronto FC does not have to win these fans away from Juventus, Manchester United, Bayern Munich or Boca Juniors. The fans who showed up Saturday will always care about those teams -- but Toronto FC will give them the real thing.
And, yes, I know MLS doesn't even rank among the world's top soccer leagues. But Saturday's experience -- from the smoke and confetti in the supporters' section to the stadium-wide singing of "All we are saying, is give us a goal" -- was genuine.
Varsity Stadium was never like this. Oh, it approached it from time to time, but even at Varsity the seats weren't this close to the field, and the chanting and singing were never this intense. As for old Exhibition Stadium, well, it never had a chance. The old bomb crater was so mind-numbingly vast, its closest seat was -- once you factored in angles and sightlines -- essentially further from the touchline than the furthest seat at Varsity. Even when there was a big crowd, huge gulfs of distance separated players and fans.
There was one particularly significant moment late in Saturday's historic, inaugural match, when Eddie Johnson of the Wizards beat two Toronto defenders to score the game's only goal. Johnson went straight over to the TFC supporters and celebrated right in front of them. He got a couple of beers thrown at him for his trouble. A moment later, the PA system burst forth with a short, snappy lecture on sportsmanship -- aimed at crowd and players alike!
It was the match's shabbiest moment in many ways, but it signified, and solidified, how close the fans and the game are really going to be to each other at BMO Field. The fact that the Kansas City players got chewed out too was priceless.
And there were so many red scarves and shirts! The whole day, in fact, I only saw one fan wearing a non-Toronto soccer shirt -- a single white Leeds United jersey on the Dufferin Street railway bridge after the game.
Toronto FC has found its audience -- Canadian-born soccer fans starving for The Real Deal. And there's no reason the same miracle can't happen in Vancouver, Montreal and Edmonton.
The goals will come, TFC fans. Everything else -- the unlikely team, the impossible stadium -- is already in place. Real soccer is finally here. Let's keep that stadium packed and jumping for the rest of our lives.
Onward!