Confederations Cup Shock: U.S. Trumps Spain

There is only one possible way to sum up the match between Spain and USA to do justice to the significance of what happened. Here are a few scenarios of what could have been:

The U.S. don't get their asses handed to them by Spain? Possible. 

The U.S. fight determinedly and manage to keep the game scoreless?  Maybe, if they really concentrate.

The U.S. owns Spain, with a 2-0 trouncing?  Priceless.

There is no denying it.  This was one of those MasterCard moments. The USA has reached the final of the Confederations Cup.  I'm finally able to type, but my lower jaw still cannot meet the upper one.

I'm sure the result was not a good one for most of those who were inclined to have a bet, but for the game of soccer the result could not have been better.  Maybe now Americans will understand the magic.  Can anybody put a price on that?

I know this article is not up to my usual standard, I apologize for that, but I'm still in shock.  It's a wonder I can say anything.

So, now, the question is can these plucky Americans do it again?  Will they bring this standard of play to Brazil and will even that be enough?  A few days ago, such a question might have brought a patronizing pat on the head and a sympathetic smile.  But now...maybe the term "American Dreamer" is not quite so apt. 

Bob Bradley has earned his wings. The world has turned and things are very different to the way they were just 24 hours ago.  Now the USA have made it into the Confederations Cup final, and the Spaniards are off to Bible study.

"Eh?  Bible study?"

Well, sure. It's obvious they need to go over the bit about how Goliath should never underestimate David.