The De Kuip pulsed with raw energy, Feyenoord's red and white flags clashing with AZ Alkmaar's scarlet scarves as the 10th minute ticked over.
The score held at 0-0, both teams trading blows like boxers, every pass a jab, every tackle a hook. The floodlights cast sharp shadows, the pitch alive with the thud of boots and the crowd's relentless roar.
Feyenoord pushed forward. Clasie scooped a pass to Boëtius, who darted down the left, outpacing Johansson. His cross was low, Pellè lunging, but Reijnen slid in, deflecting it to Esteban.
The keeper rolled it quick, sparking an AZ Alkmaar break. Maher fired a pass to Benjamin, who chopped past Janmaat with a La Croqueta, drawing a gasp from the stands.
[Jon's voice surged. Benjamin's at it again, Rob! Janmaat's got no answer!]
[Rob clapped, mic crackling. He's carving them up, Jon! That kid's electric!]
Benjamin crossed, aiming for Altidore, but Mathijsen headed clear, the ball landing with Immers.
