The De Kuip's roar faded to a hum as the halftime whistle echoed, AZ Alkmaar leading 1-0. The floodlights still blazed, but the pitch lay empty, players disappearing down the tunnel. In the commentary booth, Jon adjusted his headset, glancing at the replay screen showing Altidore's goal, while Rob scribbled notes, his coffee steaming.
[Jon leaned back, voice warm. That was a proper half, Rob. AZ's got the edge, but Feyenoord's not lying down. What's Verbeek telling his lads right now?]
[Rob chuckled, pen tapping. He's probably telling Benjamin to keep skinning Janmaat, Jon! But they'll need to tighten up—Pellè's a whisker away. Koeman's got to fire up Feyenoord, too.]
