Benjamin took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders as he lined up the intended path of his shot.
The crowd behind the goal buzzed with anticipation, their voices rising in a steady hum.
Nienhuis positioned his wall carefully, shouting last-second instructions. Four SC Veendam players stood shoulder to shoulder as the wall, shifting uneasily as they prepared to jump.
[This is it,] Mike said, his voice brimming with anticipation. [Benjamin Rijkaard, standing over the ball. He's rattled the woodwork twice already. Could this be the one that puts AZ Alkmaar ten goals ahead?]
The co-commentator let out a small chuckle. [He's been knocking, Mike. Sooner or later, something's got to give]
Benjamin took four measured steps back, his eyes locked on the target.
The stadium seemed to hold its breath as he began the run up. He planted his left foot beside the ball and struck it cleanly with his right.
Fwip!~