A couple from Ecuador, Nora and Guido Bahamonda, shook hands with any player they could. Later they rode the Metro home to Reston, Va., tired, wet, quiet. "We haven't seen our son in six years," said Nora, a housekeeper by day, a student at Georgetown at night. "Now he is nine. We are trying to get him into this country. He loves soccer. This game reminds us of home. It fills us with satisfaction."
The sleek electric subway hummed along under the nation's capital. Guido closed his eyes, drumbeats and song still ringing in his ears.