Berghuis took a touch inside, eyes darting. Altidore made a darting run between the center-backs. Berghuis didn't hesitate.
Rob: [Great ball! Altidore's through!]
Altidore powered forward, one-on-one with Mäenpää. A goal now would bury VVV-Venlo—
Chris: [Can he finish?]
Altidore opened up his body, looking to curl it around the keeper—
Rob: [ALTI—]
A last-second slide from Promes deflected the shot just enough to send it wide of the post.
Chris: [Unbelievable defending! Promes, out of nowhere, keeps his team alive!"
Rob: [That was perfectly timed! If he was a second late, that's a penalty!]
The whistle blew, signaling a corner. AZ Alkmaar players threw their hands up in frustration, while Promes clapped his hands, rallying his teammates.
Benjamin exhaled through his nose. That should've been it.
Chris: [That's four, maybe five clear-cut chances now. But somehow, it's still only 1-0]
Rob: [Football, Chris. Sometimes, the ball just won't go in]
