The AFAS Stadion pulsed with raw energy, the crowd's chants a relentless drumbeat as the 40th minute ticked over. Udinese clung to their 1-0 lead, Willians' strike still stinging AZ Alkmaar.
The floodlights gleamed, casting long shadows as players sprinted across the slick pitch, every touch heavy with intent.
Elm scooped a loose ball, firing it wide to Benjamin. The winger took off, boots chewing turf, and his eyes locked on Basta. The Udinese wing-back edged closer, stance low, wary of another trick.
Benjamin slowed, ball rolling under his foot, then exploded forward with a quick step-over. Basta lunged, arm swinging, but Benjamin was gone, darting toward the 18-yard box.
Tony's voice surged. [Benjamin's away! He's got Basta chasing shadows!]
Jack clapped, mic crackling. [That's vintage stuff, Tony! Kid's tearing it up!]
