The post-match conference room buzzed with the low sound of journalists setting up their recording devices, flipping through notes, and exchanging quick glances.
Cameras were positioned, microphones adjusted, and the scent of fresh coffee lingered in the air.
Gertjan Verbeek walked in first, his usual sharp gaze scanning the room. Benjamin followed closely behind, still riding the high of the match.
He adjusted the sleeves of his tracksuit, exhaling slowly as he took his seat beside the coach.
The AZ Alkmaar media officer gave a brief nod before signaling the start of the conference.
A journalist in the front row wasted no time, leaning forward as he spoke into his mic.
"Coach, a hard-fought victory tonight for your team. What are your thoughts on the team's performance?"
Gertjan Verbeek clasped his hands on the table, his expression composed.