The match restarted, but SC Veendam looked utterly drained.
Their passes were sluggish, and their movements hesitant—like a team simply waiting for the final whistle.
In contrast, AZ Alkmaar moved with the same hunger they had started with, their relentless press suffocating the opposition.
Benjamin, standing near the halfway line, read the next pass before it was even played. He darted forward, intercepting a weak low ball with ease before driving into space.
[Benjamin Rijkaard again,] Mike's voice carried an edge of anticipation. [He's everywhere tonight!]
He took a quick touch to steady himself before rolling the ball out wide to Adam, who instantly laid it off to Overtoom.
The tempo was sharp—one touch or two touches at most.
[Look at this passing sequence,] the co-commentator murmured. [AZ Alkmaar are just toying with them now]
The ball moved like clockwork—Adam, to Haye, back to Overtoom, out wide to Berghuis, up front to Lewis and then back to Benjamin.
