Viergever rose highest, muscles tensed as he met the ball with a thudding header. It was firm, downward, heading toward the bottom corner.
Chris: [Viergever… BLOCKED ON THE LINE!]
A Den Haag defender reacted just in time, swinging a boot to clear it inches from crossing. The ball pinged back into the 18 yard box, bodies scrambling, legs flailing—
Rob: [Still alive—Altidore!]
Altidore threw himself forward, trying to poke it home, but Coutinho was there again, smothering the ball just as the big striker lunged in.
Fweeeee!
The referee blew for a foul, signaling a free kick to Den Haag. Altidore sat on the grass for a moment, hands on his head, disbelief written all over his face.
Benjamin exhaled sharply. It was almost comical now.
Chris: [How have they not scored?]
Rob: [No idea. They've battered that goal, but Coutinho—what a first half he's had!]
The Den Haag keeper slowly got up, taking his time before launching the ball downfield.
