Ewerton looked clearly rattled now and he hesitated for a split second, undecided at what action to take next.
His hesitation proved costly and was just enough for Benjamin to exploit.
[Look at the confidence from Benjamin. He's not afraid to take them on!] the lead commentator exclaimed.
Benjamin did a quick shimmy to his right and a burst of pace left Ewerton flat-footed once again.
He darted towards the 18-yard box, the crowd's roar growing louder with every step he took.
Samba rushed to close him down, but Benjamin had already spotted Altidore making a run toward the far post.
He whipped in a curling cross with his left foot, the ball slicing through the air with precision.
Altidore lunged forward, muscling his way out of a challenge from his marker, Joao Carlos. His outstretched boot struck the ball just yards from the goal.
[Altidore! Surely this is it!] the lead commentator shouted.