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The Shape Of A Dream: An American's Soccer Life In South Korea07:44
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Hwacheon's home field. (Courtesy Georgia Cloepfil)
Hwacheon's home field. (Courtesy Georgia Cloepfil)

The minimum salary in the NWSL — the top women’s soccer league in the U.S. — went up this year … to $16,538. Even for a player who stays with a host family and gets transportation assistance from her team, it’s not easy to live off of $16,538 a year.

But in some leagues in other countries, women earn better wages. Georgia Cloepfil spent a season playing in South Korea.

A glossary: Apa, sick. Chua, cold. Baegopa, hungry. These are the first Korean words I learn.

I arrive in January. Snowplows clear our training fields on the eastern coast of Korea. The subzero wind bites my naked hands, and on the second morning, a teammate gifts me a pair of her gloves. We live in a hotel for six weeks of preseason. There is a sullen heaviness to our trainings, which are every day of the week, twice.

Himduro, they teach me: difficult.

***

For most of the season we live in Incheon, South Korea, on a man-made island in the Yellow Sea. The waves reach the edge of our dormitory, which is secured by a gate and three security guards.

Some pollution blows across the ocean from Beijing, and some of it I can watch wafting up into the sky across the bay from factories in Seoul.

When the sky is blue, it is blue only above my head in a vertical strip. Most days, the horizon is cushioned by a yellow-grey haze.

The guards bike in circles to patrol the area around the field and housing.

During my first week, the oldest one pulls me aside on my way out to the training field, proudly showing off the translation apps he has on his phone.

He speaks into the microphone and his phone speaks to me:

“What is your name?”

I speak back — "My name is Georgia" — and he smiles as he reads the transcribed Korean.

***

In South Korea, athletes give up most of their formal education at the age of 12. Starting then, their sport is their main focus. They often train three times a day. Upon graduation, female soccer players hope to secure a spot on one of the teams that make up the professional league. Here, they could make a more stable wage than is offered almost anywhere in the world to female players.

***

Even my teammates who speak no English can say at least one word: fighting. I learn quickly that fighting can mean "stay strong," it can mean "suck it up," it can mean "chin up," it can mean "cheer up," it can mean "move on," it can mean "play hard" or "let’s go!"

There is a certain strength here in hiding emotion, in fighting through most things instead of fighting for them.

***

I spend my first few nights getting to know my new teammates. Via Google Translate, I ignorantly ask them what they studied in school — only soccer.

I ask what they will do after they stop playing. One teammate, 30, tells me that she might want to be a Pilates teacher. Everyone else says they haven’t given it any thought.

Seo-Hyeon only plays, she tells me, because her father wants her to. "I like drawing  and reading books — I don’t really like soccer," she says.

Su-Jung says she started playing soccer because it made sense financially for her family. Soccer has housed and fed her since she was 12 years old.

Min-Seo is 29 and plays for the money. Her sister works in her parents’ restaurant and makes only $6 an hour.

“When the fight is over for equal pay, what might we lose?”

Georgia Cloepfil

Outside of training, we have much of the day to ourselves around the dorms for individual training or for sleeping. We eat three meals a day together, boarding the bus every few hours to eat at local restaurants. If I walk around with a backpack on I get asked:

"Georgia, where are you going?"

As though I might be escaping.

***

A college friend who lives in Seoul comes to one of my games. We are playing at Hyochang Stadium, in the heart of Seoul. It can seat just over 15,000 fans. Tonight, it is raining, so the usually small crowd is reduced even more. Maybe 50 people are scattered in the stands.

I find my friend after the game ends. She hugs me, congratulates me on the win and then asks what it feels like to perform for no one — to play in an empty stadium, full of echo. Does it ever feel sad?

***

Love what you do and you’ll never work a day in your life.

***

In Korea, training is repetitive. Creativity gives way to rote technique and habit formation. Measures of progress are very small. The language barrier isn’t a problem during practice, once I can remember all the patterns of our passing drills. My teammates are impressed by how quickly my confusion has subsided. But memorization isn’t language — doesn’t require any real understanding.

***

We play our home games in a town called Hwacheon, almost three hours from where we live.

The northernmost part of the area is only nine kilometers from the Demilitarized Zone, the border between North and South Korea.

Our stadium is the smallest in the league. Come 7 p.m., when our games start, the young soldiers fill the grandstand. They cheer and clap and break my name down into a convenient three syllables that make up the Korean spelling on the back of my jersey: Jo-ji-ah.

***

Claire’s parents work together for a company that collects recycling from businesses. Since she started playing in Korea, she has made more money than them. But she is unhappy here. When she expresses her unhappiness, her father tells her to stick with it. The money is too good, and her life isn’t all that hard. "Do you like your job?" she asks him.

"No."

"Why do you do it?"

"I don’t have any other choice."

John, my soccer coach during a couple of formative teenage years, taught us how to salsa dance at a tournament in Las Vegas. He told us that he had once played professionally. I remember him saying that money had ruined it for him, money stopped it being fun for him. Money cost him the companionship of his teammates and the ease with which he had once played among them.

A shameful thought surfaces: When the fight is over for equal pay, what might we lose?
Georgia Cloepfil graduated from Macalester College in 2013. Since then, she has played professionally in Sweden, Australia, South Korea and Norway.
The music featured in this piece is Splash by aAirialCome As You Were and Valantis by Blue Dot Sessions and Transitioning by Lee Rosevere.

This segment aired on June 8, 2019.

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