Fweeee!~ Fweeeee!~
Chris: [And there's the halftime whistle! The first half comes to an end, and AZ Alkmaar somehow find themselves behind!]
Boos rang out from the home crowd as the players trudged toward the tunnel. Altidore walked off slowly, hands on his hips. Guðmundsson wiped sweat from his face, still shaking his head from the free-kick incident.
Rob: [Chris, if you're AZ Alkmaar's coach, what do you even say at halftime?]
Chris sighed, leaning back in his chair.
Chris: [I tell them to keep going. They've done everything right except score. But football doesn't care about 'deserving'—you have to take your chances.]
Rob: [And if you're Den Haag?]
Chris: [You tell them to be smart. They'll expect AZ Alkmaar to come flying out in the second half. Sit deep, stay compact, and frustrate them]
Rob: [Well, whatever happens, we're in for a big second half. AZ Alkmaar have 45 minutes to turn this around]