Eric Wynalda was worried.
“How close are we?” he asked.
We lost track of time while talking about the state of soccer in this country over a Denny’s breakfast. Now, his 8-year-old son’s soccer game was about to start and we had to return to the field, which was in a part of Long Beach that was unfamiliar to both of us.
“My wife is going to be so pissed,” Wynalda said.
My phone vibrated. It was a text message from his unofficial press coordinator: his wife.
“Tell her we’re two minutes away,” he said.
At this stage of his life, the 48-year-old Wynalda treasures peace and calm, which is why the former U.S. national team striker is perplexed by his...