The game was balanced on a knife's edge as the fourth official's board lit up with five added minutes.
Both teams knew this was it. The fans roared louder, urging their players forward, the energy in the Philips Stadion electric.
[Five minutes, Mike,] the co-commentator repeated, leaning forward in his seat. [Plenty of time for one last moment of brilliance—or heartbreak]
AZ Alkmaar pressed high, forcing a hurried clearance from Derijck that fell straight to Benjamin who lingered in midfield.
His first touch was silky, cushioning the ball as he turned sharply to evade his markers sliding tackle, and immediately looking for the forward run of Johannsson.
[Benjamin again, pulling the strings,] Mike said, his voice climbing. [He's been everywhere tonight. What's he got left in the tank?]
Benjamin spotted Beerens making a darting run down the right wing and released the ball with a perfectly weighted pass.