Pressure

The restart saw PSV pressing a with newfound urgency. Their quick passes and relentless movement keept AZ Alkmaar on high alert.

The home crowd were stunned into silence moments earlier, roared back to life and urged their team to respond.

[PSV are wasting no time here,] Mike said, his voice filled with tension. [They're looking to hit back immediately]

Strootman orchestrated from midfield, his commanding presence dictating the tempo. With a sharp turn, he evaded Martens and threaded a precise pass to Lens, who was hovering dangerously on the left flank.

[Lens is in space, and you know how dangerous he can be from here,] the co-commentator warned.

Lens controlled the ball with his chest, his pace carrying him past Marcellis, who desperately tried to keep up.

The winger darted toward the 18 yard box, his quick feet drawing two defenders toward him.

[This is where Lens comes alive!] Mike exclaimed. [Can he deliver?]