"The chills resurface, despite the balmy air, for there is nothing quite like hearing your anthem abroad. You can hear it thousands of times at home, before every NBA and MLB game, and it becomes part of a routine. But to hear it played thousands of miles from home, in some strange city, before a World Cup match? If that doesn’t make you feel something, then you’re not human.
And then, 30 seconds in, Clint Dempsey four-touches it on the right wing and finds the back of the net. We leap and hug and beer falls around us like liquid confetti, full cups jettisoned in joy.”