Benjamin wiped the sweat off his brow, his heart still pounding from the near miss. He glanced toward the penalty area, where his teammates were still buzzing, the frustration visible in their body language.
[Another corner for AZ Alkmaar,] Mike said, his voice steady. [They're piling the pressure on RKC Waalwijk now]
[You get the feeling something has to give,] his co-commentator added. [But at the same time, RKC Waalwijk have shown real resilience—can they weather this storm?]
Benjamin took a deep breath and stepped up to the corner flag once more. He lifted his arm, signaling for another outswinger. The ball curled in with pace, dipping right toward the crowded six-yard box.
[Here it comes—]
Van Mosselveld and Reijnen clashed mid-air, their bodies tangling as they both went up for the header.
The ball took a deflection, looping toward the far post. Henriksen reacted first, stretching out his boot—
[Henriksen again—]
