Balogun's Disallowed Goal Leads to Greenwood's Winner as Marseille Beat Monaco
Mason Greenwood's late strike secured Marseille a vital 1-0 home victory against Monaco. Still, the match will be remembered for American striker Folarin Balogun's frustrating evening that saw him denied by an offside decision.
Balogun endured a particularly cruel moment in the 80th minute when he thought he had given Monaco the lead. Racing onto Maghnes Akliouche's through ball, the 24-year-old striker calmly lifted his shot over Marseille goalkeeper Geronimo Rulli, only to see VAR overturn the goal for offside. Just over a minute later, Greenwood punished Monaco at the opposite end with the match-winner.
Despite the disappointing result, Balogun demonstrated his quality throughout the 90 minutes. He completed the most dribbles in the match with four successful take-ons, won the most duels with seven, and was fouled more than any other player. His attacking threat was evident with 10 touches in the opposition box with three shots, including one on target. However, three offsides undermined his efforts, including one that nullified Lamine Camara's goal early in the second half.
On the opposite side, American winger Tim Weah put in a solid shift for Marseille in their crucial victory. The 25-year-old played the full 90 minutes on the left wing, recording two shots with one on target and creating three chances for teammates. Weah completed 34-of-41 passes and registered five touches in Monaco's penalty area, contributing to Marseille's attacking pressure throughout the contest.
The win was essential for Roberto De Zerbi's side, who returned to Champions League qualification spots after failing to win their previous two league matches. Marseille's home form remained exceptional, as they continued their impressive goalscoring record at Orange Velodrome. For the Americans involved, it was a tale of contrasting fortunes in a tightly contested Ligue 1 battle.
Mark McKenzie delivered another composed defensive performance as Toulouse secured an impressive 3-0 victory over Paris FC on the road, helping his side maintain their solid campaign in Ligue 1, where Toulouse moved up to eighth in the table. The 26-year-old American center-back has been a pillar of consistency for Toulouse throughout the 2025-26 season, starting 14 of 15 matches and accumulating 1,268 minutes.
Against Paris FC, McKenzie partnered with Charlie Cresswell and Rasmus Nicolaisen in a defensive trio that frustrated the hosts despite surrendering 65% of possession. The United States international completed 90 minutes without committing a single foul, maintaining his discipline while winning all three of his ground duels. His passing accuracy stood at an impressive 93%, completing 39-of-42 passes as Toulouse absorbed pressure and struck with clinical efficiency.
The visitors controlled the match through moments of quality rather than sustained possession. Santiago Hidalgo broke the deadlock after Djibril Sidibé's cross found him unmarked in the 29th minute, following a saved penalty on Sidibé. Yann Gboho then curled a magnificent effort past Kevin Trapp eight minutes later before completing his brace in the 69th minute, capitalizing on Sidibé's second assist.
McKenzie's defensive partnership ensured Paris FC created minimal danger despite their territorial advantage, limiting the hosts to just two shots on target throughout the encounter. His ability to organize the backline and maintain concentration proved crucial as Toulouse managed the game professionally in the closing stages.
This season, McKenzie has been remarkably reliable. He has registered one assist while collecting three yellow cards, demonstrating his ability to defend aggressively without crossing the line. His recent form includes a strong showing against Uruguay in November, where the USMNT triumphed 5-1. Toulouse's defensive solidity, anchored by McKenzie's steady presence, continues to provide the foundation for their attacking players to flourish, even if their penalty conversion remains problematic—they've missed three of seven awarded this season.
Striker Scores Again While Dest Sets Up the Winner PSV's Seven-Goal Thriller
PSV Eindhoven survived a pulsating seven-goal thriller at Philips Stadion, defeating Heracles Almelo 4-3 in a match that showcased both their attacking brilliance and defensive vulnerabilities. The victory extended their lead at the top of the Eredivisie table to nine points, with American duo Ricardo Pepi and Sergino Dest playing pivotal roles in securing the crucial three points.
The match was dominated by spot-kicks in the opening half, with three penalties awarded before the break. Pepi opened the scoring by converting PSV's first penalty after being fouled by Damon Mirani, demonstrating composure from twelve yards. The 22-year-old striker, who scored his fourth goal in four matches in all competitions, finished the match with five total shots, despite managing just 26 touches—the fewest of any outfield player who completed the full 90 minutes.
PSV appeared comfortable at 2-0 following Ismaïl Saibari's successful penalty conversion, but Heracles responded through Jizz Hornkamp's spot-kick to make it 2-1 at halftime. The visitors, managed by former PSV player Ernest Faber and languishing in 16th position, refused to surrender quietly. Luka Kulenovic and Hornkamp struck again after the interval, completing an improbable comeback to level the contest at 3-3.
However, PSV's determination proved decisive in the closing stages. Dest, who completed 90 minutes and maintained an impressive 91% pass accuracy, delivered the crucial assist for Guus Til's winner. The 25-year-old right-back registered 85 touches throughout the match while contributing defensively with three tackles and two interceptions.
Til's late strike secured his 10th goal of the season, maintaining PSV's commanding position in the title race. While Peter Bosz's side demonstrated their attacking potency, conceding three goals highlighted defensive concerns that must be addressed. For Heracles, the defeat leaves them dangerously close to the relegation zone, one point above the drop despite their spirited performance.
Defender Plays the Full 90 Minutes in Fulham's Win Over Burnley
Antonee Robinson marked a significant milestone in his recovery journey by completing his first full 90 minutes of the Premier League campaign, helping Fulham secure a crucial 3-2 victory over Burnley at Turf Moor on Saturday.
The United States international has endured a challenging period since undergoing knee surgery in May following Fulham's season finale. The injury, which originated from a dead leg sustained during a USMNT friendly last fall, ultimately split his tendon and caused severe discomfort throughout the latter portion of the previous campaign. Robinson courageously played through the pain for Fulham but was forced to miss both the Nations League Finals in March and the Gold Cup after finally going under the knife.
His road back to full fitness has been gradual, with Robinson making only four appearances this season before Saturday's match—three substitute appearances in league play and one League Cup start. His most recent outing before the Burnley fixture was against Aston Villa in late September, leaving him sidelined for over two months.
The 28-year-old left-back has been candid about his struggles, admitting he still doesn't feel completely back to his pre-injury form. Robinson acknowledged being "still not feeling 100 percent on it or how it felt a year ago before the injury first happened, but I'm getting there slowly." The mental toll of watching from afar has been equally difficult, particularly as the national team endured disappointing results without him.
Robinson's successful return couldn't come at a better time, with the 2026 World Cup rapidly approaching. The defender, who started all four matches when the United States reached the round of 16 in Qatar, will have four friendlies to prove himself worthy of reclaiming his starting position under head coach Mauricio Pochettino before the tournament kicks off on home soil next summer.
On This Day in 1996, McBride and Lassiter Wrote Their Names Into History With a 2-1 Victory That Sent the U.S. to the Hexagonal
The memories from San José were still fresh enough to sting. 13 days earlier, in the decrepit Ricardo Saprissa Stadium with its moat and barbed wire, the Americans had absorbed more than just a 2-1 defeat. They'd been pelted with batteries, coins, screws, nails and broken glass. Alexi Lalas had taken a coin to the head. Brad Friedel had been spat on more times than he cared to count. Costa Rica had dismantled them tactically too, overwhelming the defense with coordinated attacks that left the U.S. stretched and scrambling.
Now, on a cool December afternoon at Stanford Stadium, the Americans would get their chance at revenge. The stakes were simple: win and advance to the six-team final round. Lose and face Guatemala in El Salvador with elimination looming. Steve Sampson had spent the week making calculations that extended beyond tactics. His best striker, Eric Wynalda—the team's all-time leading scorer with 27 goals—was suspended after collecting his second yellow card. Four other regulars were unavailable: Kasey Keller stayed in England for club duty, Tab Ramos and Thomas Dooley were injured, and Jeff Agoos was also serving a suspension.
The solution was either inspired or desperate. Sampson would start Brian McBride and Roy Lassiter as his twin forwards, neither of whom had ever started an international match. McBride, the headband-wearing Columbus Crew striker, had scored once for the national team but primarily came off the bench. Lassiter, recalled from Italy's second division, had joined the squad just five days earlier. What Lassiter did possess was familiarity with the opponent. He'd spent three seasons playing in Costa Rica's first division, finishing third in the league in scoring. He knew every player on the Costa Rican roster. His wife was Costa Rican. His son was Costa Rican. The irony wasn't lost on anyone—least of all Lassiter himself, whose career had taken a remarkable arc over the previous 14 months.
In October 1995, Lassiter had served 30 days in jail for burglary charges stemming from incidents in 1992. He'd admitted to limited involvement, helping carry items from friends' homes during a period of disappointment and frustration after a broken ankle derailed his 1994 World Cup dreams. The legal problems had followed him to Costa Rica, where he'd fled to play professionally rather than face prosecution. It was his performance in a friendly against Benfica that had inadvertently revived the dormant case—a detective in Raleigh read about his goal and remembered the outstanding warrants.
Now he stood on the Stanford turf, a born-again Christian who spoke openly about faith as his lifeline, leading Major League Soccer in goals with 27 for Tampa Bay, and ready to help send the country whose league had given him a second chance into the World Cup's final round. Some redemption stories write themselves.
The crowd that assembled on December 14 numbered 40,527—not the 80,000-90,000 Sampson dreamed of, but a welcome relief from Saprissa's hostility. The Americans got their goal 17 minutes in, courtesy of Costa Rican generosity and McBride's efficiency. Earnie Stewart sent a dangerous cross from the right. Oscar Ramirez, attempting to clear, made a mess of it—two defenders converging, neither committing, the ball bouncing to McBride eight yards from goal. His shot gave goalkeeper Hermidio Barrantos no chance.
The Americans carried their 1-0 lead into halftime, but not without surviving chaos. In the 34th minute, Friedel charged from his goal to claim a loose ball, reaching it just inside the penalty area. His momentum carried him over the line, and as he stumbled forward, he tried to shovel the ball to a teammate with his hands clearly outside the box. Mexican referee Francisco Borja didn't hesitate. Red card. Automatic ejection.
Except John Harkes, the team captain, approached the linesman. At first, he spoke in English; the official stared past him. Then Harkes switched to Spanish—the little he remembered from high school: "You're a smart man. Tell him what you saw." Borja conferred with the linesman, then did something almost unprecedented—he changed his call. The red card disappeared, replaced by a yellow. Friedel would stay. The Costa Ricans, understandably furious, wasted their ensuing free kick, shooting wide from just outside the penalty area.
The second half became an exercise in American control punctuated by one moment of clinical finishing. In the 60th minute, McBride threw the ball in from the touchline. Eddie Pope, the young defender who'd become a fixture in the backline, headed it toward goal. Lalas, operating at sweeper in place of the injured Dooley, lunged forward with a sliding attempt that Barrantos blocked but couldn't hold. The ball popped up invitingly, and there was Lassiter, the man who knew these Costa Rican players better than anyone, hooking a volley into the net from eight yards.
Two untested forwards. Two goals. The lead was 2-0, and Lassiter nearly made it three a minute later when his shot clanged off the post. Costa Rica pulled one back in the 75th minute when Ronald Gómez beat Friedel with a downward header off a cross, but by then the Americans had 15 minutes to protect and the defensive organization to do it. The three-forward formation Costa Rica had used so effectively in San José—the system that had overwhelmed the U.S. with numbers and speed—couldn't manufacture the sustained pressure needed to find an equalizer.
When the final whistle sounded, the nightmare scenarios evaporated. No desperate trip to Guatemala. No must-win situation in El Salvador. No elimination two years after hosting the World Cup. The United States, with a 4-0-1 (WDL) record, sat alone atop Group 1 and had punched its ticket to the final round of CONCACAF qualifying. Canada, Mexico, Jamaica, and El Salvador had already secured their spots in the six-team finals. Costa Rica would join them by virtue of finishing second in the group, two points ahead of Guatemala. Beginning in February, those six nations would play a double-round-robin schedule, with the top three advancing to France '98.
For Sampson, the victory validated tactical boldness born from necessity. McBride and Lassiter, thrown together with only three days of practice, had combined with an effectiveness that suggested something more than luck. "Our styles match well," McBride explained, "because we're pretty much exact opposites. I like the ball at my feet, and he likes it in space." Lassiter's assessment was simpler: "It was a short period playing together, but good players can adjust to each other."
Their partnership might need to extend beyond this match. Wynalda, Sampson revealed, had a hernia requiring minor surgery. The depth that had once been the program's greatest vulnerability was becoming its strength. Lalas, who'd absorbed punishment both physical and verbal in San José, captured the shift: "Unlike in the past, we're seeing that this team has depth. When we lose a world-class player now, we can replace him with another world-class player."
The program's trajectory had shifted in ways both subtle and profound. In 1990, qualifying for the World Cup had been a miracle achieved through one impossible shot in Trinidad. In 1994, they'd been granted entry as hosts, spared the qualification grind entirely. Now, in 1996, they were expected to qualify—and they were delivering. Business as usual, Lalas called it, though the path had been anything but routine. Next up would be the hexagonal final round, where Mexico's superiority and Jamaica's emergence as a power would test whether the Americans were genuine contenders or merely regional survivors. The matches would begin in February, giving Sampson time to heal his wounded, integrate his depth, and prepare for the most challenging phase of CONCACAF qualifying.
But for now, on a cool December afternoon at Stanford Stadium, two forwards who'd never started together had scored the goals that secured passage. McBride's opportunism and Lassiter's familiarity with the opponent had combined to produce the result Sampson needed. The program that had once relied on miracles was now building victories through preparation, depth and tactical flexibility. The Americans had gotten their revenge. More importantly, they'd gotten redemption—not just for the loss in San José, but for every moment over the previous decade when they'd been dismissed as lucky, undeserving or unprepared.
