Meanwhile, Dries Mertens picked up the ball, cradling it under his arm as he walked toward the penalty spot. His expression was calm, his focus unshaken by the surrounding noise.
The AZ Alkmaar players finally dispersed, their protests turning into determined glances as they regrouped to prepare for the shot.
[All eyes on Dries Mertens now,] Mike said, his tone dropping to a dramatic hush. [This is his chance to level the scoreline. Can he keep his nerve?]
The crowd swelled with anticipation, the tension in the stadium almost tangible. Mertens placed the ball carefully, taking a few steps back as Alvarado crouched low on his line, his arms outstretched.
[The pressure couldn't be higher,] the co-commentator added. [This could be the defining moment of the match]
Fweeee!
The referee blew his whistle, and the stadium seemed to hold its breath.