A tug. A trip.
Fweeee!
[Another foul!]
[He's causing chaos every time he gets near the ball.]
This one was farther out—thirty-plus yards. AZ Alkmaar played it short. Kept it.
Time ticked.
[They're not in a rush. They've done their job.]
[Now Liverpool have to find theirs.]
Minute sixty-seven.
Suárez dropped deep to find the ball. Suso overlapped. He took it, cut inside, laid it off.
Sturridge again.
He jinked. Juked. Then poked it forward to Downing.
Downing hit the byline—crossed hard.
Blocked.
Corner.
Gerrard trotted over. Placed the ball. Raised a hand.
[They've scored so many from set-pieces this season.]
[It would be the perfect time.]
The 18 yard box filled with red shirts. Skrtel jostled near the far post, while Agger edged closer to the near. Suárez lingered just outside the penalty arc, eyes locked on the curl.
Gerrard whipped it in.
[It's a good ball—]
Agger rose.
—but Altidore met it first, towering above the crowd to nod it away.
Not far.
