OK here's my writeup of the Gold Cup final from a spectator's perspective. This will be long, and will focus on the match experience itself, and not so much the stuff on the pitch.
Originally we bought 10 tickets for the final about 3 months ago with the hopes that we'd get to see Mexico play the US. We sold off 5 tickets for a tidy profit including a single seat for over $200 days before the game, reducing our ticket cost to around $40 for great seats. All of my "soccer crew" which has numerous caps under their belts including a guy who's seen 6 USMNT WC games in person and 6 other WC games. All of them grew up in SoCal, and 4 out of 5 can at least conversate in Spanish (myself included).
We pre-partied at another friend's house to get in the mood and get some fuel for the game. Since there were 90k+ attendees, the parking at the Rose Bowl was bound to be a total cluster####, so we decided to walk into the canyon (arroyo seco) about 2 miles each way. Along the route to the game, there were a LOT of cars honking and yelling at the 5 US fans with scarves, stupid hats, USMNT jersies etc. Right away, we knew we were entering hostile territory, but nothing other than good natured insults were hurled. We started bringing the "HOY NO" and "No se puede Mexico" stuff right back at them. Most took it very well. It was obvious that US fans would be outnumbered AT LEAST 10:1, maybe more.
We arrived at the entrance to the stadium about 2 hours prior to kick off and it was a madhouse. Lots of people already drunk and lots of good natured ribbing. Some of the Mexican fans were talking about how the US was gonna play 4 holding midfielders and still couldn't control the ball. We had to laugh and give them credit for that. There were TONS of Chicharito jersies in the house. Most in the "el tri" green. Lots of mexican (and american) beer was being drunk outside the stadium. The security was only asking the fans not to bring in bottles or cans, and there wasn't much searching of persons going on. One guy next to me (shaved head, tatted up arm, fairly drunk) said, "You know, I love this the USA, this country's been very good to me, very good to me, but this is Mexican football. I just want a good game and I really hope the Mexicans don't do anything stupid. We don't want any violence, just a good game and to see Mexico beat the USA." He gave us props for showing up and sporting the stars and stripes. He also commented that "latin women are ####### hot, just look at this chick." and proceeded to show off his girlfriend who was right next to him, wearing a green el tri jersey, and a USA headband. He said she "was confused"... I told him that I greed and married a latina as well, and he gave me a high five. There were LOTS of youths there, and I'd say the the typical attendee was a male, in his 20s or early 30s who is likely a 2nd generation Mexican-American. Born here, but raised on Mexican football.
Once inside, we got some beers (and tacos, since that's the food that was being sold) and unfurled our giant California flag (with bear kicking the soccer ball). We got lost of responses from that. Lots of people wanting to take pictures in front of it (US and MEX fans alike) and even the official CONCACAF photogs got some snaps. That's when the insults took on a bit more bite with "culero, culero" ringing out every few minutes. We came back with a lot of mild insults and trash talking in Spanish, like "Chicartito uno, Dempsey dos". But in general, most of the people love California almost as much as their national side, so smiles were happy all around. At least that's something that (almost) everyone could agree on. Some MEX fans were even giving the US players some credit and Landon and Howard particularly holds some respect with them. Some of the fans even came from Mexico just to watch the game, so it's wasn't just chicanos. One guy whispered to me (in Spanish) that Mexico was going to lose 2-0 because they never play well against the US. He was correct... for 25 minutes anyway. The VAST majority of fans wished us good luck, although we (the US) was going to lose nonetheless.
We made it to our seats and again busted out the giant flag. Some guys behind us immediately started heckling and one guy just kept repeating "USA, #### YOU!" after which we asked what else he had in his repertoire, but I think that's all he had. After a few minutes of serious heckling, it turned more jovial with good natured ribbing and mild insults in Spanish to test our language skills. The true native speakers in our group mostly kept their mouths shut, as me and my brother could hold our own (and were way funnier). The game kicked off, and the Mexican crowd was REALLY into it at first. Very loud and very supportive. The US fans were simply drowned out in volume. There was no way we could compete. Oh, and the crowd stood the whole game. There's no way anyone would sit during the game.
On both the US goals, the look on the faces around us was simply awesome. They were stunned, staring in disbelief. Not shaking their heads, but more like deer in headlights. It was a shock to their system, to their vision. We were standing on our seats swinging the white US jersies over our heads and pointing to the crest for all the Mexicans around us to see. However, nothing was thrown, not a beer, a battery, or a piss bomb. The fans were actually much more cordial than I thought, certainly better behaved than some NFL or college football fans. No threats of violence, and not really much to put me on guard even when I was screaming at the top of my lungs and taunting them after the US goals.
However, the Mexican fans didn't really get too down as they knew (and we knew) that the goals were coming. You know it's bad when you're clock watching with 65 minutes left to play. Hell, we were in disbelief, as our expectations were pretty low going into the game. When Mexico scored that 2nd goal, we pretty much knew the game was over since the two US goals were pretty soft and Mexico was destroying the US back line.
I missed the 3rd MEX goal as I was in the pisser, which was an experience in itself. The line took 20+ minutes and once inside it smelled like a beer, piss, and weed sauna. Literally 100+ degrees in there, with guys flipping the lights on an off, people blazing in the stalls and everyone yelling. No pushing, but the quarters were tighter than I would have liked when handling my junk.
The crowd stayed into the game the whole time, and supported their team with a power that's rarely seen in the US. Red Sox nation, Raider nation, SEC football, and all other US sports aint got nothing on these fans, whose support runs deeper and stronger than anything else I've seen in this country. They should be proud, despite some of the classless things that happen during games. We left right at the final whistle while 90% of the Mexican fans stuck around. That made getting out a breeze, and we could enjoy the 2 mile walk back out of the canyon to our car.
That's when the worst fan of the night showed up, which was predictably, an American, and he wasn't even drunk. He was being paranoid while leaving the stadium and said, "oh man, maybe I pissed off those Mexicans and they're coming after me." yet there wasn't anyone even behind him. I said, "Don't worry, they're happy, they just won. Don't sweat it." to which he responded,
"Yeah, they look almost as happy as when they pick up their food stamps." I should have decked the mother####er right there. Instead I just ignored him.
What a disgrace to US soccer that we have such horrible people that can say such things and think it's OK. What trash. About a million times worse than any of the cholo gangsters supporting el tri.
So, that's the write-up from the fans perspective. I'd recommend a US/MEX game to all of you if you ever get a chance.