Overtoom stood at the corner flag once again, taking a slow breath as he assessed the chaos inside the box.
The SC Veendam defenders were practically holding onto each other, bracing for yet another wave of pressure.
[This is relentless,] Mike said. [SC Veendam have defended with everything they've got, but how much longer can they keep this up?]
Overtoom raised his hand, signaling his intent. His cross curled in sharply, bending toward the six-yard box at an awkward height.
Bodies lunged.
[Dangerous ball in—]
Mulder rose first, twisting his neck to meet the ball with a glancing header.
But it didn't go far.
Instead, the clearance fell right at the feet of Beerens, who was lurking just outside the area.
[And it drops to Beerens! He's got space!]
The winger wasted no time, setting himself with one touch before rifling a vicious half-volley through the sea of bodies.
The shot was a bullet, low and hard, arrowing toward the bottom corner.
Nienhuis saw it late.
