[Off the post again! Would you believe it?!]
[That goal frame has been SC Veendam's best defender tonight,] the co-commentator chuckled, shaking his head. [That's four times now!]
The ball ricocheted back into play, bouncing dangerously in the six-yard box.
Jóhannsson was there and Nienhuis was scrambling.
After a split second of hesitation, Jóhannsson lunged forward.
The ball struck his knee, rolling toward the open goal—
But before it could cross the line, Boussaboun came flying in, launching himself with a last-ditch clearance.
Off the line...
The ball soared high into the stands, finally offering SC Veendam a moment to breathe.
[What a clearance! Boussaboun just saved them again!]
The camera panned to the exhausted SC Veendam defenders with hands on their knees, and chests rising and falling heavily.
Nienhuis sat on the ground for a moment, shaking his head, a mix of exhaustion and disbelief in his eyes.
