If the Christian Pulisic hype train is a sleek, glass-doored bullet train slipping silently through the countryside at borderline unsafe speeds, Cameron Carter-Vickers’ hype vehicle is a lumbering coal train barreling through villages, nations, entire cultures.
Pulisic is unquestionably the USYNT golden child, a blinking beacon for a maligned American development system once thought unable to produce technical, whip-smart attacking players with a creative bent. And yet here he is, making Real Madrid defenders look average. You will hear about Pulisic forever. He’s good enough to hear about forever.
Carter-Vickers is different. He’s a defender, so that there knocks off some Excitement Points, but he’s also spent the entirety of his developmental career in England, shielded from wider American view. Unless you watch Spurs reserve games or U.S. U20 fixtures, I don’t suppose the American zeitgeist is quite hooked into Carter-Vickers’ talent vein just yet.