Time ticked on to the 53 minute.
Gerrard tried again from distance. Parried. Henderson followed up. Blocked. Suárez had another go.
[It's chaos in the box!]
Bodies flying. Boots swinging. The ball ricocheted off legs and ankles like a pinball. For a split second, it sat up. Perfectly.
[Suárez again!]
He smashed it—low, through traffic. Alvarado saw it late.
[Deflection!]
The ball clipped the heel of Viergever. Changed direction. Wrong-footed the keeper.
[Oh, this could be it—]
But Alvarado twisted mid-dive. Reached back with one desperate hand and clawed it away from the bottom corner.
[NO WAY! No way he's saved that!]
John was out of his seat, headset tilted slightly as he turned to Peter.
[Peter, that's one of the best saves I've ever seen.]
[That's not reflex. That's witchcraft.]
The replay rolled. Slow motion. Suárez's strike. The redirection. Alvarado twisting like a cat in a storm.
