Goldfarb leads Maccabi USA team

Like a band with too many songs to fit into one performance, soccer coach Preston Goldfarb has come back for many encores in a long and storied career.

His last one, however, is set for the Pan American Maccabi Games in Buenos Aires, Argentina.

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The Games, which are open to Jewish athletes from North, Central and South America and Israel, begins on December 28 and will crown a champion on January 4, 2024. Goldfarb’s team will compete in the Men’s Open Division.

After transforming Birmingham-Southern College club soccer into a nationally respected intercollegiate program, Goldfarb – who has been inducted into the Jewish Sports Heritage, NAIA and Birmingham-Southern halls of fame – gained international prominence as head coach of the United States Maccabi USA men’s soccer team.

He led two different sides to gold medals in the World Maccabiah Games (sometimes called the Jewish Olympics), the last coming in 2017. That group is the first team to win back-to-back men’s soccer championships in the event’s 91-year annals, and Goldfarb is the winningest soccer coach in Maccabiah history at 19-5-1.

Including his stint as founder/coach of the Birmingham Grasshoppers of the United States Interregional Soccer League – which is now the United Soccer League – his teams have won 435 matches.

So, what prompted him to take on one more challenge?

“I’ve never done a Pan Am game and wasn’t planning on doing one,” he explained to me on Friday. “As a matter of fact, when I was in Philadelphia – the headquarters of Maccabi USA – for the annual coaches convention, I went by the office to see some of the people I know there.

“One person that I really like, he’s the program director, Steve Graber, asked if I was interested, and I really wasn’t.”

Graber, however, was persistent.

“About two weeks later, I get a phone call from him,” Goldfarb said. “He said, ‘I know you told me you wouldn’t do it, but we really want you to coach. We’ve been embarrassed the last couple of times we’ve been there, and don’t want that to happen again.’”

Goldfarb considered the matter further, and decided he’d take it on – as long as certain conditions were met.

“We got on a Zoom call and I told him I have four requirements, so, this call can either end in 35 seconds or we’ll have a deal,” he said. “First, I have to fly business class because of some of my health issues. Second, I have to choose my own players … there are no tryouts, which is kind of strange, but that’s how they run it, so I have to pick who I want. And third, I told them they had to scholarship the players, so the ones who need money can get it. And finally, they have to pay my fee. I said if you can meet those four requirements, I’ll do it.”

They did, and Goldfarb has been working toward the opening match ever since.

Of the 19 players on the roster, seven have played for Goldfarb previously in other competitions in the Israeli World Maccabiah Games, which he says “gives us continuity in our team working with new players.” Two more athletes have suited up for him at FC Birmingham of the United Premier Soccer League.

“I really like our team,” he said.

And as for the draw, well, Team USA’s is hardly an easy one.

“Frankly,” Goldfarb said, “we got the worst draw of all the teams competing. Mexico has two teams in the Games, and we’ll play their number one team on the first day. The next day we get Uruguay, the defending World Maccabiah Champions from 2022, and the day after that, we have the Argentina 23s and then our old nemesis, Argentina’s full team. The games are on consecutive days, and if you make the final, you’ll have just one day of rest.

“It’s just crazy. And the Argentina team has been together and playing several games already, so that will make that match even more difficult for us.”

Goldfarb admits he has no idea what to expect from the tourney, other than he’ll do everything he can to put his team in the best position to be successful.

“I’m going there to try and win it,” he said. “I’m not guaranteeing anything, but we’re not going just to participate. That’s what I told them at the start, and that’s why I insisted on picking all the players myself. And as I said, I like the roster we’ve put together, but the fact that I’ll only get one good look at the team before we start playing makes it a challenge.

“I won’t really know what style we’ll play until we get out there. I like to go with a 3-5-2 lineup, and then maybe a 3-6-1, and fall back to a 4-5-1, so we might play a hybrid. But we’ll just have to see. I love playing with three backs offensively and four backs defensively.”

Regardless of whether or not Team USA returns from Argentina with a medal, Goldfarb said it’ll mark his final bow as a soccer coach.

“I’m 76 years old and not in the best of health, so I’m done after this,” Goldfarb said. “But my grandson is playing basketball and soccer – and I love basketball and obviously soccer – so I might help out his group.

“I guess you could say my soccer coaching career is ending, but I might still have some coaching left in me on a much smaller scale.”

The kicker

Charlie Mitty walked to his pickup truck – cleats slung over his left shoulder and weighted down by a bag full of pads and equipment – opened the door, and flung the cargo onto the passenger seat.

It was a Saturday in December, and just as he had done most Saturdays since the arrival of fall, he donned a green jersey with the number 99 ironed on the front and back, and squeezed into a pair of grass-stained football pants.

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He’d then load up his vehicle, pull out of the parking lot and drive away.

There was nothing particularly odd about any of that – at least not on the surface. It was still football season, and football games weren’t the sole domain of college and professional athletes.

Thing is, Charlie was well into his 60s, and most of the residents at the Serenity Valley retirement community he called home didn’t quite know what to make of him.

Oh, he was friendly enough; he smiled and waved at everyone. But he had a reputation for telling tall tales about his gridiron exploits, and that would usually put a quick end to any potentially lengthy conversations.

Ex-athletes often talked about their glory days – it’s a default setting for some – but Charlie would have you believe he was still living his glory days.

Those who maintained their version of an active lifestyle at Serenity Valley played pickleball or golf, and some would make use of the faded shuffleboard in the back of the complex – once a vibrant green but now more of a mint color thanks to frequent beatings from the sun.

“Hey, Charlie,” Vester Taylor would ask from time to time, “You, uh … you planning on playing football again today?”

Charlie would give him the thumbs-up sign.

“Yessir,” he’d answer. “I’ve got to practice my kicking. Still can’t quite hit a 50-yarder yet, but I’ll get there … I’ll get there. Made a 35-yarder last week against the Dolphins. We lost, and I missed an extra point, but you gotta put it behind you.

“Like they say, the biggest game is the next one.”

Vester and his wife, Sandra, lived in the complex across the street from Charlie. They had followed his “ballplayer activity,” as Sandra called it, for several months.

At first, they noticed him wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt and carrying a football under his arm. Since September, however, the sweats had been replaced by a uniform.

“I think something must be wrong with Charlie,” she’d say to her husband. “We’re getting on in years, and people our age don’t go around wearing ballplayer outfits.”

Vester would laugh.

“Ah, I don’t suppose he’s hurting anybody. And if you look at him, he seems fine. Drives fine … shoot, he’s got a lot more spring in his step than I do.

“Nah, I imagine he’s just a little off. When you get down to it, we’re all a little off. If he wants to think he’s in the NFL, I say we should just let him think that.”

Still, Vester and Sandra would often amuse themselves by wondering where Charlie went each Saturday – and what kind of attention he attracted.

They’d envision him going to the playground down the road, putting on his helmet and pads, and running around in circles while parents hurriedly snatched up their kids to shield them for the “strange old man.”

When they’d see him arrive home several hours later, he did, in fact, look like a man who spent an afternoon doing something other than sitting on a bench.

On this particular Saturday, Vester was taking out the garbage when Charlie pulled up and hopped out of his truck – still wearing his cleats.

“I shouldn’t be driving in these things,” he said with a chuckle. “But I’m too sore to bend over. They had me punting today, and that worked on some muscles I hadn’t used in a while.

“But get this … I kicked a 45-yard field goal that won the game for us. Kicked it on the last dang play, can you believe that? Jets 10, Giants 8. I don’t like to brag, but this time I will. Still haven’t kicked a 50-yarder, but 45 was all the yards I needed today.”

Vester offered up a polite smile, then shook his head after Charlie walked away.

Once Vester got inside, he eyed Sandra with a concerned look.

“I think poor Charlie has finally gone around the bend,” he said. “Talking nonsense about the Jets beating the Giants and him kicking the winning field goal. I wish I knew if he had any kids or relatives we could talk to. They need to know he’s not right.”

Sandra winced.

“That’s sad,” she said. “You know, seems like I remember seeing some younger people over there a few times. Maybe they’re his grandkids. Let’s keep an eye out, and next time we see one of them …”

Sandra was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it,” Vester said. “Probably something we ordered.”

Charlie opened the door and was surprised to see a twentysomething young man wearing a green jersey – and holding a football.

“I’m sorry to bother you, sir, but I’m a little turned around,” he said. “I’m looking for Pops, uh, Mr. Mitty … Charlie Mitty. These buildings look alike, and I can’t remember exactly where he lives.”

Vester opened the door, stepped on the porch and pointed toward Charlie’s dwelling.

“He’s right across the way,” he said. “Let me ask you something, son … are you related to Charlie, or maybe know some friends of his?”

The young man grinned.

“I am one of his friends,” he said. “Actually, I’m also his teammate on the Jets … we’re a semi-pro team – well, mostly amateur, really –  that plays over at the high school field. When he asked to try out back in August, I thought it was a joke, but Pops is amazing, and a really great guy. He’s my grandpa’s age but man, can he ever kick a football.

“Anyway, I just came by to give him the game ball because he made the winning field goal for us today.”

Squadron wins thriller

Santa Claus paid a visit to Legacy Arena Monday night for the G League showdown between the Birmingham Squadron and Memphis Hustle.

And none of the 1,410 fans in attendance had to learn from ol’ St. Nick who had been bad or good – they saw for themselves.

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Jalen Crutcher hit the game winning 3-pointer with 3.6 seconds left – the biggest of his season-high 39 points – and three of his teammates recorded triple-doubles as the New Orleans Pelicans affiliates held off the Memphis Grizzlies’ developmental club, 102-99.

“I just knew I was gonna shoot the shot, no matter what,” Crutcher said. “The way the game was going for me I was hot, so my mindset was just to take the shot at the end.”

It was a wildly entertaining game from wire-to-wire, one that saw T.J. Saint’s Squadron (6-6) take control early, lose its way in the third quarter, and rally at the 11th hour to secure the “W.”

With Memphis (4-9) leading 99-97, Trey Jemison tied the game with a putback, and then a defensive stop gave Birmingham a chance to win it in regulation.

Crutcher made sure they did, drilling his trey from well beyond the arc.

The Hustle had a shot to tie as the clock neared zero, but the ball was off the mark.

“We just found a way to win,” Saint said. “It was super ugly … we were two of 18 (from 3-point range) in the second half, but I’m proud of the guys for fighting through. This was our sixth game in 11 nights, and we found a way.”

Crutcher’s 39 points was the headliner, but Jemison’s 16 points and 13 rebounds, Malcolm Hill’s 16 points and 10 boards, and Izaiah Brockington’s 11 point/11 carom performance was required to seal the deal.

“You guys can see it some on the court, but I see it in film, I see it in group text chats, I see it in practice, I see it in the airport – these guys are one of the most connected teams I’ve ever been a part of. We have 38 games or so to go, and it’s only gonna get tighter.

“I think the future’s really bright, but we’ve got to clean up some attention to detail like every team. But it’s a race, and we’ve got to get better than them.” 

GG Jackson led Memphis with 22 points, followed by David Johnson (14), Jason Preston (14), Matt Hurt (13) and Cameron McGriff (11).

The Squadron raced out to a 12-4 lead to start and held a 30-20 lead after one quarter. Crutcher did the bulk of the damage with 16 points – including four-from-four shooting from 3-point range.

He continued to set the pace in the second frame, making another three before finally missing, and ended the half with 21 points.

Despite Crutcher being the only Birmingham player in double figures, the home team went to the locker room with a 53-44 advantage.

The Squadron cooled off in the third quarter and the Hustle found the range, allowing Memphis to take its first lead of the game.

With the score knotted at 66-all, Johnson banged home a 3-pointer at the 2:40 mark to put the visitors in front, 69-66.

When the buzzer sounded, the squad wearing road whites were still ahead, 75-74.

Memphis looked to close things out in the fourth – bagging 10 3-pointers over the final 12 minutes – and led by as many as six points down the stretch.

Instead, it was the Squadron that came up with final score of the game, and it was the one that assured victory.

The ending was especially sweet for Crutcher, who grew up in Memphis.

“It would’ve been even better if I’d done it at Memphis,” Crutcher said, with a laugh. “But it was definitely special because that’s my city and hometown.”

With the win, Birmingham is fifth in the South Pod standings of the Showcase Cup, and is on the outside looking in for a spot in the eight-team Winter Showcase tournament.

Saint sets mark: Tonight’s game against Memphis was the 62nd time Saint had coached the Squadron. That means he has now coached more games than any other person in the history of Birmingham professional basketball.

The previous record holder was Mo McHone, who guided the Birmingham Bandits of the Continental Basketball Association in 1991-92 and compiled a 27-34 mark during the franchise’s lone season in the Magic City.

McHone, incidentally, has strong ties to the G League – originally known as the NBA Developmental League.

He had two different coaching stints with the Sioux Falls Skyforce (and another when the franchise was in the CBA), and was also director of basketball development for the Austin Toros.

OTD in 1947: The Birmingham Vulcans of the Southern Professional Basketball League defeated the Montgomery Rebels, 81-74, in overtime for their fourth consecutive victory.

Shag Hawkins, a former Auburn standout, led the winners with 21 points and his three quick field goals in O.T. secured the win in front of 400 fans at the National Guard Armory.

It was the Rebels’ first loss of the season.

The contest was marred by 56 fouls and when the game ended, Montgomery coach Len Rader charged referee Jack Stanford but the police intervened before any blows landed.

The Rebels featured four players who were part of the Birmingham Skyhawks of the ill-fated Basketball League of America franchise that folded the previous season.

OTD in 1991: The Bandits of the CBA fell to the Fort Wayne Fury, 103-96, for their seventh consecutive loss.

Jim Farmer had a game-high 32 points for the Bandits, who led for three quarters before being overtaken in the final frame.

OTD in 2021: The Squadron topped the Lakeland Magic, 97-88, for its third straight win.

Hill led the winners with 24 points, followed by Jared Harper (19), Joe Young (15) and Zylan Cheatham (14). Cheatham also dominated the glass with 18 rebounds to secure the double-double.

Next up: The Squadron is done with the 2023 portion of its home schedule. Birmingham plays at Osceola on Wednesday and Friday, and then heads to Orlando for the Winter Showcase.

If the Squadron doesn’t qualify for the tourney championship, it will still play two games while in Central Florida.