The rebound spilled loose again! Guðmundsson reacted first, stabbing a shot toward the bottom corner—but it rolled agonizingly wide off the post.
[IT'S JUST PAST THE POST! HOW DID THAT NOT GO IN?!]
[David, AZ Alkmaar had three chances in the span of five seconds! Udinese are somehow still in this match!]
Guðmundsson buried his face in his hands. Altidore turned away in frustration. The AZ Alkmaar players knew it—that was the chance to put the game to bed.
Brkić wasted no time. He scrambled up, grabbed the ball, and launched it long.
[Oh, look at this, Marco! Udinese are on the break!]
Di Natale peeled off his marker near the halfway line. The ball dropped perfectly into his path.
He took one touch, two touches...
He turned, lifting his head—Muriel was sprinting down the right flank, waving for it.
[This is danger for AZ Alkmaar! They've committed too many bodies forward!]
Di Natale curled a pass into space. Muriel latched onto it, his pace taking him past Reijnen.
