The crowd's energy was infectious as the game ticked into its final stages.
AZ Alkmaar maintained their relentless high pressure pressing. Their players moving like clockwork, each pass and run showed their sharpness and cohesion.
Benjamin, once again stationed wide on the left, gestured subtly for the ball. Martens spotted him and delivered a precise diagonal pass that sliced through Roda JC's midfield.
[That's a beauty of a ball from Martens,] the first commentator said. [Benjamin's got space to work with again!]
Benjamin controlled the pass with his left foot, his touch flawless. The defender hesitated, unsure whether to close him down or hold his ground.
Sensing the indecision, Benjamin burst forward, his acceleration leaving the defender flat-footed.
[He's gone! Look at that pace!] the second commentator exclaimed. [Roda JC's defense just can't cope with him]