The Christian Pulisic Blog

Christian Pulisic's former Borussia Dortmund teammate Jadon Sancho is set to have his second break out season in a row, if that's even possible, which it definitely is because that's how good this adult it. I say adult because Jadon Sancho is over the hill at 18 years, nipping at Kylian Mbappes's heels like an Irish Wolfhound for the title of Best Under 20 Footballer (baller) in der Welt. Jadon Sancho. Do not forget that name. Right now he's toiling in relative obscurity because, let's face it, the Bundesliga is a bit like the minor leagues compared to the Premier League. But Sancho, of course, will be back (he was once part of Man City), and when he does make it back to the Premier League, stars will explode. This adult's talent is unreal. He grew up literally playing in alleys in London, and it shows in his almost obscene comfortableness on the ball. The way he toys with defenders, as if they were toys. The way he toys with the ball, as if it were a t

Almost all the previews are in. Almost all of them DON'T have Ross Barkley understand it. But I'm not going to talk too much about that today, because that's what I talked about in the last post. I guess at least one outlet predicts Ross Barkley will start. Gotta love "football.london." That's where I go for all my footballing news. In related news, I'm drinking black tea mixed with almond milk right now. It's my second cup of the day. Out of solidarity for Christian Pulisic and his new surroundings, I have completely stricken coffee from my diet, at least for the next three hours. Christian, as the last day dawns before your first ever match in the Premier League, we are thinking of you. You will probably start tomorrow. If you don't start, you will at least definitely play. You've been waiting for this day your whole life. The whole world has been waiting (in Buddhism each person is essentially the world; conversely, I could consider my

Remember that scene in Game of Thrones where Jon Snow is facing down all of Ramsey Bolton's army, standing there with his sword, facing certain annihilation? I feel like that's a bit like what Chelsea is facing against Manchester United in their first game of the Premiership this season, this Sunday at 8:30am United States west coast time. Why would I give you west coast time? Well, first of all because I love the west coast. Second of all because I live on the west coast. And third of all because I'm a mariner. Friends, I live on a sailboat. The sea is my companion. When I wake up I don't think about Greenwich mean time. I think about the west coast. I think about bull kelp. And I also think about Cha Boi. Speaking of Cha Boi, most media outlets seem to think that he will start on Sunday. Christian Pulisic, who just last year was struggling for minutes in the Bundesliga, will probably start on Sunday against, what, the biggest football team in existence? Is that hyp

I wish Christian Pulisic's middle name was actually "Mate," mostly because I'm sitting on a balcony in the beautiful city of Vancouver right now drinking mate. But it's actually Mâte, although I think the diacritic would be upside down, but either way the point I'm failing to make is that the pronunciation would be different. Christian has a Croatian passport. This is what allowed him to play for Dortmund at such a young age. There were actually a LOT of factors that allowed Christian to play at Dortmund at such a young age. For example, Sven Mislintat. From what I can gather, a Dortmund scout (I'm assuming Mislintat) was in Turkey for the U-17 Aegean cup back in 2014 (?). But they were actually there to watch Haji Wright. The thing that's so interesting is that Haji actually played well. It's not like he played terrible and Christian stole the show. But Dortmund saw something in Christian. They pursued him. And because his grandfather was Croatia

The first thing we need to talk about is the name "Mönchengladbach." I'm no German scholar, though I am actually a bit because I've studied German to the B2 level and have spent a fair amount of time in the Motherland. I also dated a German girl, though we won't talk about that. Let's just say it ended with me fleeing to Hamburg and possible the employment of the word "cowardice." Mönchengladbach. Really rolls off the tongue, doesn't it, like the way things would roll off your tongue if you'd been gagged or had a sock jammed in your mouth (we're no longer talking about the German girl). The word "bach" means "stream" in German but that's about all I've been able to decipher of this daunting nomenclature. I like to think it means something along the lines of "stream munching." I am (not?) a linguist. What do we need to know about BM? Does Fabian Johnson still play for them? Maybe. I'm too lazy

It's been a loooooooong time since I've posted, but don't think I haven't been thinking about cha boi, aka the heathen from Hershey, aka the puma from PA, etc etc. I'm talking about Christian Pulisic (sic). Cha boi plays for Chelsea now. Hopefully if you're even remotely a football fan you're aware of this. And today something momentous happened, aka Cha boi scored his first goals in a Chelsea kit. Now, I know what all of you are thinking: How is it possible that Trader Joe's shrimp spring rolls only cost $4.49? Or that they have little cans of matcha. I'm fasting today, so this is what I'm thinking about. I'm also thinking about that goal between Christian Pulisic and Ross Barkley.  PULISIC SCORES HIs SECOND. pic.twitter.com/rnVfkV4DVT — USMNT Only (@usmntonly) July 31, 2019 I did this weird thing today where I actually watched the game. See, I live on a boat now, and I don't own a computer. Similar to Kevin Costner in Wat