Henriksen, still stationed near the corner flag, motioned for the ball again, his determination unwavering despite the chaos that had just unfolded.
The AZ Alkmaar players regrouped, their frustration evident on their faces but their resolve hardened.
[You can sense the fire in them now,] Mike said, his voice steadying after the earlier commotion. [They feel robbed, and they're going to channel that anger]
[Let's just hope they don't lose their discipline,] his co-commentator added, a hint of caution in his tone. [There's a fine line between passion and recklessness]
Henriksen's delivery this time was more accurate with intent, a curling cross aimed precisely at the far post where Altidore was lurking, his towering frame poised for the challenge from the defenders.
[This could be dangerous—Henriksen delivers! Altidore's there!] Mike shouted, the intensity in his voice matching the swelling roar of the crowd.