[Berghuis—can he finish it?]
The ball skimmed just inches wide of the post.
Groans echoed around the AFAS Stadion. Hands went to heads, both on the pitch and in the stands.
[How has that not gone in?] Mike exclaimed, almost laughing in disbelief. [That's two chances in five seconds!]
[And give credit to Nienhuis,] the co-commentator added. [He might've conceded fifteen, but that double save was something special]
Berghuis clapped his hands together in frustration, then turned back toward his teammates, nodding in encouragement.
[AZ Alkmaar are relentless,] Mike said. [Even this late in the game, they're not easing up]
Gertjan Verbeek stood on the touchline with his arms crossed, and a satisfied look on his face. He didn't need another goal. He had already seen what he wanted—his team playing with hunger, urgency, and a ruthless edge.
