Fweeeee!
The corner swung in with venom, curling toward the six-yard box. Nienhuis hesitated, caught between coming off his line or staying put.
[Dangerous ball in—]
Before he could decide, Johannsson attacked it. Rising above his marker, he flicked the ball backward with a delicate touch.
[It's a clever header—who's there?!]
The answer came in a blur of red and white. Guðmundsson, lurking just inside the six-yard box, reacted quicker than anyone.
He took a step forward and met the ball with the inside of his foot, striking it low through a crowd of bodies.
[Jóhann Guðmundsson—oh, it's in!!!]
The net rippled, and for a second, the AFAS Stadion was deafening.
GOOOOOAAAAAALLLLL!!!~
[Eight-nil! Jóhann Guðmundsson gets his goal in the 49th minute! And listen to this crowd!] Mike yelled over the noise.