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I believe that we will win.
That was fast. It's Thursday. You had to wait a full week between John Brooks's joy/relief/collapse goal celebration and the Portugal game, and now you're sitting in a meeting sketching out lineup formations in the margins of a memo you haven't read. You pencil Brad Davis's fresh legs into left midfield. It's almost 10:45 a.m.You've recovered from Sunday's game: the ecstasy and the agony. But you haven't watched Silvestre Varela's 95th minute goal again, certain that the experience would be tantamount to having your heart stuffed in a blender and pulsed into pulp. You can still hear the awful silence that descended on the crowded bar as Cristiano's cross swerved in front of Howard's goal.
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