The young Dutchman leaped, meeting the ball with a powerful header, aiming it down and toward the corner.
This time, there was no saving it.
The net rippled.
GOOOOOOOAAAAAALLLLLLL!!!!~
The stadium erupted once more.
[IT'S FOUR!!! AZ ALKMAAR ARE TEARING THEM APART!]
Adam sprinted toward the corner flag with his arms spread wide, his teammates rushing to mob him.
On the touchline, Gertjan Verbeek simply shook his head with a knowing smirk. He had expected nothing less.
[That's the fourth goal of the night! AZ Alkmaar's second eleven is on fire!]
The SC Veendam players looked defeated. Maynard crouched, hands on his knees, gasping for air. Nienhuis sat on the ground, staring at the ball inside the net, shaking his head in disbelief.
[You have to feel for Nienhuis,] the co-commentator said. [He's made some unreal saves tonight, but AZ Alkmaar are just too relentless]
