The kickoff couldn't come fast enough for AZ Alkmaar. Their players were buzzing with energy, like live wires crackling in the night air. The scoreboard read 3-2, but it felt like they were winning.
Benjamin jogged back to his position on the left wing. His shirt was soaked through with sweat, but his legs felt fresh. His mind was clear. He could see gaps in Twente's defense that hadn't been there ten minutes ago.
Fear was creeping in.
Ola John placed the ball on the center circle. He looked around at his teammates. Their heads were down. Their shoulders were tight. The confidence from the first half was melting away like ice in summer.
The referee checked his watch and blew his whistle.
Ola John tapped the ball to Chadli. The midfielder immediately played it back to Douglas in defense.
Douglas looked nervous. His first touch was heavy. The ball bounced off his foot and rolled toward Altidore, who was pressing high up the pitch.
The big striker charged forward like a bull.
