Out on the right, Beerens took over. One touch to settle, another to push past his marker—he was flying down the wing.
[AZ Alkmaar are moving with real intent here,] the co-commentator noted. [SC Veendam are struggling to keep up]
Beerens approached the byline, his marker still a step behind. With a quick shift, he faked a cross, making his opponent bite before cutting inside.
[Oh, lovely from Beerens! He's got space now!]
The winger lifted his head, picking out his target—Jóhannsson, lingering near the penalty spot.
The cross was a beauty, curling toward the Icelandic-American striker with pinpoint precision.
Jóhannsson leaped, twisting his body in midair as he went for a spectacular bicycle kick—
But Maynard, desperate to make amends, flung himself into the challenge. He got the slightest of touches, just enough to take the sting out of the shot.
[Brave defending from Maynard! He had to get something on that!]
