“What about that? It's John Brooks! It's John Brooks!”

— Ian Darke

Ghana v. United States http://www.listenonrepeat.com/watch/?v=gQC2SusDfIw (16 June 2014).
2010s, 2014, 2014 FIFA World Cup
Context: Zusi to take it, and there! It's there! What about that? It's John Brooks! It's John Brooks! For the USA! Have they stolen it? Quite incredible, he couldn't even have dreamt that.

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