In 1950, the United States of America's soccer team was responsible for one of the greatest upsets in the sport's history when they defeated that (rather self-appointed) giant of the game England, and now I'd like to extend the hand of Welsh sporting brotherhood to your rugby team.
Yes America – hold your minority sports heads up high once more because you nearly did it again at the Rugby World Cup which is currently flitting between France, Wales, and Scotland in one of those bizarre pieces of sporting politics that makes rugby such fun.
In fact, such was the gnashing of teeth, supping of hemlock, and foretelling of doom precipitated by the USA Eagles' opening fixture against reigning world champs England, it feels like the men in white lost, despite the 28 – 10 scoreline in their favour.
England captain Phil Vickery has subsequently been suspended for what looked like a pretty desperate, panic stricken trip on an Eagle and the English sporting press has launched into an orgy of catastrophe prediction ahead of the next fixture, a far tougher outing against the hugely physical and highly-fancied South Africans.
This is good news for me as a Wales fan – the phrase "As long as we beat the English" has even made it into a Stereophonics song — such is the dislike between the teams' supporters — and, it goes almost without saying that many of the rugby adoring Welsh public will be cheering on the Springboks against the old enemy.
It's important to remember just what a tiny country Wales is to realise what a world-class team means to the nation – it's a news cliché to refer to an "area the size of Wales" when reporting on denuded rainforests and the like.
It's unique in rugby (with apologies to the 1958 World Cup soccer team) that Wales can lay claim to that achievement, making the national game a matter of supreme controversy, and perhaps a little sadly these days emotion and nostalgia – I feel no shame when I can tell you dear Blogcritics readers that I shall be in tears at some point tomorrow: probably just after the national anthem.
Dislike between rugby supporters is a far more restrained matter than the running battles and bottle-hurling of the soccer hooligans; rivalry is generally expressed with good humour, partly because of the games' more middle-class fanbase.
It's a class divide that has helped fuel a long history of animosity between followers of Association Football (what we call football and you call soccer) and the oval ball game, although in Wales and parts of the English west country and the borders of Scotland rugby can claim to be the grass-roots sport.
To make matters more complicated there's even a schism within rugby. The USA Eagles play Union but in northern England rugby more often means rugby league, a tougher game with a stronger blue-collar following, a longer history of professionalism and a different set of rules – it is the closest relatives the British Isles has to NFL and to me, a fan of the 15 man game it's anathema.
To explain the rules of the game would take weeks, so I shan't bore you with my litany of line-outs, scrummages, knock-ons, the contact area, the difference between a ruck and a maul and just what a flanker, fly-half (or stand-off), lock or hooker does. But I would say watch and support your team and take a look at one of the world's great games – a game of speed, skill, courage, athleticism, fair play, respect for match officials and, on occasion, tremendous excitement.
Anyone for rugger then? You don't need to bend it like Beckham, you need to drop it like Jonny, or better still dance like Shane, do you see?Powered by Sidelines