The death of Clay Berling stirs up memories of my first days in the USA. Way back in the early 1960s I used to sit around with little groups of soccer people in New York as we discussed thesport’s problems. Not enough publicity, hardly any really, ignored by the national press and television … soccer desperately needed someone of influence, preferably with money — amulti-millionaire or a politician, someone with clout who could get publicity for the sport. That was how we thought.

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