Five-up

Overtoom stood at the corner flag once again, taking a slow breath as he assessed the chaos inside the box.

The SC Veendam defenders were practically holding onto each other, bracing for yet another wave of pressure.

[This is relentless,] Mike said. [SC Veendam have defended with everything they've got, but how much longer can they keep this up?]

Overtoom raised his hand, signaling his intent. His cross curled in sharply, bending toward the six-yard box at an awkward height.

Bodies lunged.

[Dangerous ball in—]

Mulder rose first, twisting his neck to meet the ball with a glancing header.

But it didn't go far.

Instead, the clearance fell right at the feet of Beerens, who was lurking just outside the area.

[And it drops to Beerens! He's got space!]

The winger wasted no time, setting himself with one touch before rifling a vicious half-volley through the sea of bodies.