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The Yanks
The noise from the 30,000 fans plunged and cracked through the white as an eggshell stadium,
The Estádio da Dunas Natal,
like water washing through a broken dam,
Ghana’s and USA’s national soccer teams sauntered onto the pitch,
looking sharp,
imperturbable,
and focused,
like an archer aiming for a target,
But breathing heavy from nervousness,
Everyone could smell the excitement,
Their black and white adidas predators and neon magistas cleats squelched through the moist grass,
with their hearts almost splintering,
through their chest,
“USA, USA, USA,”
Rang through the white paneled stadium in Natal, Brazil,
The national anthem for the United States of America commenced,
And serenaded the crowd,
The USA fans belted out the anthem,
and players fingered their red, white, and blue badge on their blue and red away kit,
Then it was the Ghanaian fans turn to sing as their national anthem played.
The anthems ended and the players took their positions on the cleanly cut pitch,
Like they were gearing up for battle,
The ref blew his whistle and the game started,
the players sprinted around the pitch,
checking around their shoulders,
and sniffing for space,
Clint Dempsey received the ball from Jermaine Jones with his right foot,
And tapped the ball past the Ghanaian defender, John Boye,
Who was left in his dust,
He dribbled towards the tall and stout keeper, Adam Kwarasey, wearing a forest green keeper jersey,
Setting his sights,
Past one,
Past two,
Past three,
Once the keeper came close enough,
Clint slid the ball into the corner of the net,
Rippling the side netting,
The crowd cried of excitement, almost swaying the stadium,
and the watch party in Kansas City exploded,
Fans jumped and climbed on each other,
shirts came off,
and beer cups launched themselves in the air, from all the excitement.
Captain America had just scored again,
In the 2014 Fifa World Cup.

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