[And here come Liverpool again! They're not letting up, John!]
[They can't. Not now. That was another golden chance wasted, but they've got no time to dwell on it.]
Sterling didn't wait. As soon as AZ Alkmaar restarted play, he was pressing high again, snapping at Berghuis' heels, forcing the Dutchman to play it back to Marcellis.
The crowd at Anfield roared, sensing the urgency, the tension thickening with every second.
[Listen to that, Peter. The crowd's trying to drag them back into this.]
[It's working, John. The players are feeding off it—you can see it.]
Marcellis tried to calm things down, knocking a short pass to Henriksen, but Henderson was right there, harassing him into a mistake. The ball bobbled loose.
[Oh, Henderson's won it back!]
He poked it forward to Allen, who took one touch and immediately sprayed it wide to Johnson on the right.
Johnson surged into space, head up. Ahead of him, Suárez peeled away from his marker again, gesturing frantically.
