Twente wasted no time transitioning forward. Brama, always composed, quickly got to his feet and found Fer, who opened up his body and switched play to Chadli.
[And here comes Twente again,] Ronald said. [They are refusing to let AZ Alkmaar settle!]
Chadli took off, his long strides eating up the ground as he raced toward Gorter. The young full-back stayed tight, mirroring Chadli's movements, but the winger had too much confidence now.
He slowed, shifted the ball to his right, then darted left in a blur of movement—leaving Gorter in his wake.
[Oh, he's beaten him! Gorter had no chance there!] Erik exclaimed.
Chadli surged into the 18 yard box with his head up, scanning for options. Castaignos was making a near-post run, while Tadić peeled off toward the penalty spot.
Chadli squared it toward Tadić—
But Reijnen stretched out a leg! The defender barely got a touch, diverting the ball just enough to send it rolling away from danger.