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.
Read the Second Part of “Long Teng Cup: An Azkals’ Historical Relevance”
Weng Castro says
As I said last night at Azkals Christmas party, you write beautifully. It is no wonder you have the passion to help people around you. Your father should be commended for raising such a fine young person that is aware that of his responsibilities not only to himself but also need and the importance of reaching out to help others. I can only imagine how grateful those kids are for your fathers’ kindness and generosity. May you continue to touch others and I pray that you also inspire other athletes to do the same. God bless you and your love ones.
Spirrsguy says
Thanks for the fine compliments…truly appreciate them… There are always significant stories to how we got where we are… I am simply trying to shed light on how I can to be where I am and how many others stories of others are left untold. I hope these stories can be shared and used to create more influential moments in peoples lives. Thanks Again!
Ryan Gillego says
Having goosebumps while reading this amazing story….can’t wait to see Part 2!!! [I know you’re very busy Lex so no pressure! hehehe ^_^]
Ryan Gillego says
silly me… Part 2 is posted! hahaha!!! will read…. :p