America beats Spain!

I thought that I was no longer reeling from the win, but as I continued to write my account of the miracle on grass I realized that I will always be amazed. At the time of the game Spain hadn't lost in 35 attempts, winning their last 15 in a row. They blew through the euros, and not a single team would feel they had an advantage over them. It was one of those special games that brings everyone together. From the very beginning I knew that this was going to be an intense game, but I had no idea it would be an American classic up there with the lezak race. The first goal set up a game full of American spirit with jozy refusing to let anybody take him off the ball. The way he held off the defender and turned into what seemed an easy goal reminded me of Thierry Henry (no seriously). Then with the back four and Tim Howard embracing the never give in attitude that has characterized the USA over our history became an inpregnable defense. Donovan and to a lesser extent Dempsey and Altidore throughout gave all they could to the team and consistenly ran down balls sprinted back to stifle the brilliant machine that is the spanish midfield and never slowed down. When Depsey's goal gave us some breathing space I started to think that this was going to happen. When the final whistle sounded it was not the end of the greatness of this game. Alexi Lalis' impassioned patriotic speach only added to the sweetness of this victory.