[This is relentless from AZ Alkmaar,] Mike observed. [They smell blood, and they are not letting up]
This time, Benjamin changed up his delivery. Instead of whipping it into the crowded area, he played it short to Berghuis, who stood just outside the 18 yard box.
[Oh, a short corner—what's the plan here?]
Berghuis controlled it smoothly, looking up to see Benjamin sprinting around him in a looping run. With a deft touch, he laid it off into Benjamin's path.
[Here he comes!]
Benjamin didn't hesitate. With his body leaning slightly over the ball, he struck it first-time with his instep. The shot flew low and hard, threading through a sea of legs in the crowded penalty area.
Chaos erupted.
Defenders scrambled. Van den Kieboom barely saw it until the last second, diving desperately to his left—
But the ball took a wicked deflection off Frank van Mosselveld's outstretched leg, changing direction completely.