Remember The Name

The ball dropped to Luciano Narsingh, who swung a hurried left boot at it. His shot ricocheted off Viergever's sliding shin and back into the melee.

The players flailed desperately at the ball—shots blocked, rebounds deflected, every touch only adding to the pandemonium.

[This is madness in the box!] Mike shouted. [Nobody can get a clean hit!]

Van Bommel, who was hovering on the edge of the area, saw his chance as the ball rolled toward him. He charged forward and struck it with everything he had, his shot screaming through the crowd.

But AZ Alkmaar's captian, Martens, tracked back quickly, and threw his body in the way, deflecting it straight up again.

[What bravery from Martens!] the co-commentator yelled. [He's put everything on the line there!]

The ball dropped near the penalty spot, where Dries Mertens latched onto it, turning quickly to unleash a shot.