Beerens surged forward, his strides long and purposeful. The VVV defenders scrambled, backpedaling as he sized up his options.
Adam Maher was making a darting run to his left, while Lewis hovered near the far post, waiting.
Chris: [AZ Alkmaar have to make this count. They won't get many more chances!]
Beerens hesitated for just a second—enough for Post to close the gap. A desperate lunge.
Contact.
Beerens stumbled but stayed on his feet, nudging the ball ahead before Post's trailing leg clipped him.
Fweeeee!
Rob: [That's a foul. No doubt about it.]
Chris: [And look where it is! This is a dangerous spot for a free kick.]
Martens jogged over, already eyeing the top corner. The VVV goalkeeper, Mäenpää, shouted instructions, frantically setting up his wall. The tension in the stadium was thick.
Chris: [Do they go for goal or waste more time?]
Rob: [If this goes in, it's over. If not, VVV have one last push.]
Martens inhaled, took his steps back, and waited for the whistle.
