The celebration felt like it lasted forever. Benjamin's teammates surrounded him near the corner flag, their voices mixing with the roar of the crowd. His hat-trick had turned the game upside down.
But there was still work to do.
The scoreboard showed 4-3 to AZ Alkmaar. Twenty minutes left on the clock. Enough time for anything to happen.
Gertjan Verbeek knew his players were running on empty. They'd given everything in the last thirty minutes. Fresh legs were needed.
He looked down his bench and made his second tactical change.
"Henriksen! Come off!" he shouted over the noise.
The fourth official did his thing, raising the board.
The midfielder had covered every blade of grass. His legs were like lead now. He jogged toward the touchline, his head held high.
Guðmundsson jumped up from the bench, already pulling off his warm-up jacket. The Icelandic midfielder was known for his work rate. Perfect for protecting a lead.
