The scoreboard stayed at 1-0, 29th minute. Feyenoord's players jogged back, Pellè muttering to Clasie, their momentum dented but not broken.
AZ Alkmaar reset, Esteban Alvarado rolling the ball to Reijnen, the away fans chanting Benjamin's name, their pocket of scarves a defiant splash in the De Kuip sea.
[Rob's voice softened. Gut punch for Feyenoord, Jon. That was a beauty, but the flag kills it.]
[Jon nodded, mic close. Tight call, Rob. AZ Alkmaar are hanging on, but Feyenoord's got blood in their nostrils now.]
AZ Alkmaar pushed back. Maher scooped a pass to Berghuis, who sprinted down the right, outpacing Nelom. His cross was sharp, Altidore rising, but Mathijsen matched him, heading clear.
The ball landed with Clasie, who broke, feeding Verhoek. The winger's shot sailed high, the crowd groaning.
[Jon's voice lifted. Berghuis is lively, Rob! But Mathijsen's a wall!]
[Rob chuckled. Feyenoord's still in this, Jon. That offside's fired them up!]
#32nd minute.
