Jack's voice sharpened. [He does. Elm and Henriksen got caught napping there. Udinese's counter's lethal—Armero's flying down that left flank, and Di Natale's waiting for one chance]
Tony leaned back, gesturing to the pitch. [But AZ Alkmaar's fightback—credit to them. After that goal, they could've folded. Benjamin's run, Henriksen's finish—they've got the crowd roaring]
Jack's tone warmed. [This place is a cauldron, Tony. Those fans are lifting AZ Alkmaar. Second half, they'll push hard, but Udinese aren't here to park the bus. Di Natale's sniffing]
Tony's voice grew thoughtful. [Guidolin's got to be fuming with Domizzi's foul, but Brkić's keeping them in it. That save on Benjamin's curler—world-class]
Jack clapped once, mic catching it. [Both keepers, Tony. Alvarado's stopping Di Natale's darts. It's a proper battle—youth versus craft]
