Before I dive into the significance of the Long Teng Cup, I think it is important to uncover the history that brings us to this day in age where football has developed to its very critical turning point. To some people, this massive wave of Azkals frenzy might seem like an overnight explosion, and to others, I might seem like just a player that suddenly appeared from an unlikely place to find himself amidst all the commotion. It was not long ago that I realized my National Team edibility, and it was not long ago that I decided to take action and move to the Philippines. But to fully understand the meaning of playing my first games against Hong Kong, Taipei and Macau in the 2011 Long Teng Cup, it is important to rewind 40 years to reveal the soccer history in my life that make this very special experience relevant.
I was born and raised in Chinatown New York City to a Chinese father and a Filipina mother. I grew up in a predominantly Chinese household with my Chinese grandparent and my older sister. Introduced to the sport by my father at the age of 8, my soccer career started and was developed on the concrete courts of Chinatown. What seemed to be just a fun time watching my father and his friends playing soccer on Sunday mornings, would later evolve into the sport that defines my life today.
My dad was born in China and after spending much of his childhood in Hong Kong, he immigrated to the United States. At the age of eleven, he found himself in a new country and a new home. This home was Chinatown. After several years of adapting to the new life, he was introduced to soccer at the late age of fourteen. New to the game and fresh to the turfs of the city, he was excepted into the soccer circles by taking on the responsibilities of equipment and balls. Much like a student to older mentors or an apprentice to teachers, he took on this role to learn this intriguing and exciting new game he was so interested in. With access to the balls, he was able to practice by himself, all the meanwhile watching, observing and stealing valuable lessons from those that knew how to play.
After years of playing with this unique group of Chinese players, they had bonded over time and connected themselves to one another through a passion for soccer. This group was formed in a foreign country, in a far away place from home, by ethnicity, culture and love for the game. This brotherhood would soon find its way back to it roots in the years to come, reuniting with the pastime through the very sport that brought them together.
In 1971, the team of Chinese-Americans would be the first New York City overseas Chinese Soccer Team to visit Taiwan. Together with Hong Kong counterparts and teammates, the result was a 1-0 win against the ROC National Team and a victory for reconnecting with a cultural identity and soccer at it’s forefront.
“In 1971, first NYC overseas Chinese team went to Taiwan, and won 1-0 against the ROC national team. I was on that team. In Taiwan I realized that I needed to speak Mandarin and learn more Chinese. My first important Chinese books were bought in Taiwan. I always have been grateful for my trip to Taiwan opened up so much of my live, and gained me the confidence to my future. I have not forgotten the people who have helped me. It has been forty years.” ~Way P. Moy
My father’s experience in Taiwan that year went beyond the playing fields. He realized something about himself and something about his future. His revelation to learn Mandarin, more Chinese and other languages prompted him to buy his first important Chinese books that would significantly shape his career and the rest of his life. Although my father’s soccer days are now limited to the Sunday morning pass-arounds, which started 40 years ago as an outlet for Chinese American immigrants to escape violent gang activity and racial segregation, he has since had a successful career as a Chinese Interpreter and has continued his collection of books that stems from the very first ones from Taiwan. His library collection now extends tens of thousands of books.
Being able to to travel to another country to play soccer at that age was an exciting opportunity for a group of young kid off the streets of New York City. What they didn’t know at the time was that they were making history for Chinese Americans and for soccer in Chinatown. Embracing cultural identity, reconnecting with heritage and promoting passion is what my father and his friends found. The journey they took to discover such treasures, now inscribed in the history books, is a path I cherish, it is a path seek to follow and is one in which I seek to repave and continue in a my own direction.
To Be Continued…
On October 16, Kaya FC launched their Youth Academy at Manila’s University of Makati. The morning was filled with excited children from every age group ready to hit the field. The day started early as parents anxiously registered players. By 9am, groups of players separated by age groups started to form, and distinct levels of players were beginning to show. It was surely an exciting moment for the players, parents and coaches to see the energy and enthusiasm brought to the event.
To get a sense of what Kaya FC stand for, here’s their vision and mission for the future of football in this country:
Since the time I was old enough to write my dad always encouraged me to keep a journal. As a reluctant child that didn’t quite enjoy reading or writing, my journals were often filled with “Today, I woke up and did…” capped off with the usual “I had a good day.” Not the deepest introspection coming from a child, and I have to admit those entries looked pretty similar until I was a teenager, and there after the entries just stopped all together. Although the journal came to a stop, the life lesson remained, and form that time I realized the epic importance of recording, note taking, observation, and reflection. The notion of collecting everyday information whether it be trial or highly focused became something that would help me success at all levels of playing, coaching, and in business.
Since I started coaching when I was 17 years old, I had this lingering voice in my head that the coaching sessions I was producing and the experiences with players, parents, other coaching and fans, should be some how documented for future use. At the time I wasn’t sure how or when I would be able to use these so called “memories” or “recollections”, but now I know they are worth whole lot when addressing players, parents, and my own thoughts.
