That name actually rolls off the tongue nicely if you do it with a British stentorian accent. I didn't see the goal, I heard it old school off ESPN digital radio from my iPhone in my shirt pocket, like an old transistor radio. I was in the courtyard of a massive building that is basically a no-bar zone, and was striving to get the last bit of play by play. I had been listening on the drive to the office, as the minutes ticked away in the US vs Algeria qualifier. I parked on the roof of the parking structure so I could sit and listen to the last moment, frustrated as hell while the announcers kept describing the awesome saves by the Algerian keeper. I had a 9 o'clock meeting with my boss and could not be late, so I trudged into the dead zone hoping to get some signal and some good news from that signal.
So I'm wandering around staring at my phone like an old Dodgers fan cursing his Zenith in Prospect Park the day he can't get tickets to the game. The static comes in and out and he shakes the thing and the single earpiece falls out of his hairy lobe. And then in one moment of double miracles, I get a signal and the announcer yells, Donovan scores!
It doesn't get any more dramatic than that.