AZ Alkmaar refused to let up. They regained possession immediately, Henriksen nodding a loose ball into Elm's path.
The midfielder wasted no time, spotting Altidore peeling off his marker inside the 18 yard box.
[Elm delivers! Altidore's in position—]
The American striker leapt high, twisting his body mid-air to meet the cross with a powerful header. The ball flew toward the top corner—
—but Brkić, again, reacted with a fingertip save, pushing it onto the crossbar before Udinese scrambled it clear!
[No way! Brkić is superhuman tonight!]
David groaned. [What do AZ Alkmaar have to do to score?! They are throwing everything at him!]
Marco chuckled. [I don't know, David. If they can't beat Brkić, they might need divine intervention!]
The clock ticked past 45 minutes. The fourth official signaled three minutes of stoppage time. The energy in the stadium was electric, and every fan was on the edge of their seat.
