The cross skidded off the turf, curling toward the six-yard box—
Jóhannsson darted forward, ready to pounce, but so was Maynard.
The SC Veendam captain lunged in, stretching every inch of his frame and just managed to get a toe on it.
The deflection sent the ball spiraling toward the edge of the 18 yard box—
Straight to a lurking Overtoom.
[Oh, this could be trouble—Overtoom lines it up!]
Overtoom wasted no time. He let it bounce once and then struck it first-time—a thunderous hit.
The ball rocketed through the air, slicing past the multiple bodies in front.
Nienhuis dived with his arms outstretched to the limits, but he didn't have to.
The ball whizzed inches past the post, rattling the advertising boards behind the goal.
[Just wide! That was a bullet strike!]
[And look at Nienhuis—he was at full stretch, but he knew that was close!]
Overtoom clapped his hands together in frustration, exhaling sharply. He knew that was a chance.
