Down At Halftime

Altidore's towering frame rose above everyone else, his head meeting the ball with brutal force.

The sound of the connection echoed through the stadium, and for a split second, it seemed like time froze.

[It's a bullet header from Altidore!] Mike roared, his excitement electrifying. [This could be the moment—]

The ball streaked toward the top corner, but Waterman reacted like lightning, leaping across his goal with an outstretched hand.

His fingertips grazed the ball, diverting it just enough to send it crashing against the crossbar before it ricocheted back into play.

[Waterman saves again!] the co-commentator exclaimed, his voice full of disbelief. [How is he doing this?]

Chaos erupted in the 18 yard box as the rebound fell to Martens, who swung his leg in a desperate attempt to smash the ball into the net.

But Bouma threw his body in the way, the ball ricocheting off his chest and spinning out toward the edge of the area.