I stayed in front of my TV for the full 120 minutes and 10 penalty kicks. By the time the second overtime started, I felt like these U.S. girls were all my daughters. The fear of losing was more overwhelming than the thought of winning. But victory, when it came, was oh so sweet. Move over you Dallas Cowboys, America has a new team.
Miracles do happen.
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