It’s because we see something in the game that we see in ourselves. His name was announced with slight fanfare, mostly drowned out by the thousands of blue and white-clad cheering Hondurans in attendance. An enormous amount of sound is still capable of radiating through our stadium’s old bones and cavernous corridors. The perception is that this tournament doesn’t really mean much in the grand scheme of things. It’s a “B” team cup. A nicety….