Chris: [And AZ Alkmaar survive this onslaught!]
The home crowd roared, their voices still shaking from the goal. But the fear was there. One lapse, one mistake, and VVV-Venlo could be level again.
AZ Alkmaar needed control.
Henriksen slowed things down, passing back to Reijnen, who spread it to Gorter. Quick, simple passes—keeping possession, making VVV chase.
Benjamin exhaled, wiping his palms on his jeans. The tension hadn't gone away. If anything, it had grown.
Time was ticking, but not fast enough.
Chris: [AZ Alkmaar just need to be smart now. No risks. Manage the game.]
Rob: [Easier said than done. 2-1 goal lead… anything can happen.]
The ball found its way to Berghuis on the right. He hesitated, then exploded forward, skipping past one defender. The space opened up.
Altidore peeled away from his marker. Berghuis saw it, played a perfect through ball—
Altidore took a touch, set himself—
Chris: [Can he finish it off?!]
