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U.S. Men's U-17 Team Schools Guatemala in CONCACAF Championship Group Stage

If there's a Ground Zero for International Soccer Geekery...its following the international Under 17 competitions. But when you're on the treadmill and starved for some soccer, you'll watch anything. And plus, just FYI: our U-17 team is dominating the CONCACAF U-17 Championship in Honduras, having just taken Guatemala to school to the tune of 4-1.

It's rewarding to watch the U-17 lads for  number of reasons:

First, a slower pace of play and more frequent errors allows a student of the game more of an opportunity to learn and understand what's going on down on the field, especially when juxtaposed against my usual diet of Premier League Football, the flaws and techniques and playing styles become a lot easier to decipher when watching the lads.

Second, you feel like you're watching the future stars of the U.S. Men's National Team, MLS, and perhaps even EPL, La Liga, Bundesliga, who knows...but you're definitely watching the future of American soccer. Players like Joe Gallardo, Josh Perez (who scored three goals v. Gautemala), the Pulisic brothers, just to name a few, are players to watch over the next five years or so as they develop.

Third, let's face it: It's just nice to see the U.S. dominating on the soccer pitch, not a sight we often get to witness.

The CONCACAF Championships are going on all during the month of March, so if you've got Fox Sports 2 and/or you're bored on the treadmill, tune in and cheer for the future of American Soccer Domination.


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