Against All Odds: Legacy Of A Football King
Chapter 302: Second-half Begins

Chapter 302: Second-half Begins

Peter nodded again, slowly this time.

[But they didn’t stop. That last move—right until the whistle. Suárez on the turn, off the post again. That wasn’t panic. That was belief.]

[Or stubbornness.]

[Same thing when you’re losing.]

Another soft laugh from John. He reached for a sip of water.

[What do you change, then?]

Peter didn’t answer right away. The camera shifted again—to the crowd, to the chanting fans behind the goal. Red scarves waving. Someone banging a drum.

[Maybe Coutinho comes in. They need more creativity through the middle.]

[What about Sturridge?]

[Could stretch the back line. But that means pulling someone. Who do you drop?]

[Gerrard? Never.]

[Henderson? He’s been excellent.]

[Suárez? Don’t even say it.]

They let that hang a moment. The energy dipped slightly, but only just.

[Then you look at the back. Skrtel’s been solid. Johnson’s given them width.]

[Agger’s been... there.]

Peter smirked.

[Which sometimes is enough.]

[Not against a side that punishes lapses. AZ Alkmaar don’t have much, but they’ll wait for the one mistake.]

[And they’ll take it.]

The camera returned to Alvarado, now jogging lightly along the tunnel corridor, flanked by two coaches. He smiled—just barely—as a staff member patted his shoulder.

[There he is. The man of the half.]

[If he keeps this up, he’ll be the man of the night.]

[Statistically, he already is.]

[Remind me not to play him in five-a-side.]

Both chuckled again. Then silence. Just for a moment.

Peter glanced sideways at John.

[You reckon Liverpool turn it around?]

John leaned back, slow, eyes still on the screen.

[Yeah.]

[Confident.]

[They’ve created too much not to. Something will fall.]

Peter tilted his head.

[Unless Alvarado just keeps catching fate with his fingertips.]

[He might.]

A pause again. Not silence—never silence in a game like this—but a breath. Time to reset.

[We’ll be back in five, folks. Go stretch your legs.]

[Or don’t. I wouldn’t want to miss what’s coming.]

[Second half from the Amsterdam Arena. Liverpool chasing. AZ Alkmaar clinging.]

[And if the first half taught us anything...]

[It’s that this game’s not following the rules.]

***

The players emerged from the tunnel, jogging back onto the pitch with their shirts freshly swapped, hair damp from halftime rinses. The hum of the crowd built steadily, voices rising as the teams took shape.

[Here we go again, John. Second half, under the Amsterdam lights.]

[AZ Alkmaar 1, Liverpool 0. But if you think this scoreline’s safe, you haven’t been watching.]

The referee checked his watch. One last glance at both keepers.

Fweeeee!

[We’re back underway!]

Liverpool pressed instantly, Sterling charging forward on the right. Johnson overlapped, bursting into space. Henderson spotted the run and fed it forward.

[They’re not wasting time. Johnson pushing high—]

[Cross comes in—]

It curled toward the near post, but Viergever was there, heading clear. The ball dropped to Lucas, who cushioned it and sent it wide again to Sterling.

[Sterling again, trying to wriggle through!]

The teenager twisted one way, then the other, drawing two defenders. He slipped it inside to Gerrard, who dummied cleverly and let it roll to Suárez.

[Suárez on the turn!]

He shot low, first-time. Alvarado was already diving.

[SAVED! Again, Alvarado with the stop!]

[That’s four, maybe five key saves tonight. He’s having a stormer.]

Liverpool weren’t letting up. Gerrard urged them forward, barking instructions as Lucas reset the rhythm. The ball zipped side to side, the tempo relentless.

[AZ Alkmaar sitting deep now. Looks like they’re just trying to weather this storm.]

[Not a bad strategy, but dangerous. One mistake, and it’s all level.]

Altidore dropped deep to collect, trying to relieve pressure. He was immediately swarmed. Henderson stole it, fed it straight to Stewart Downing.

[Stewart Downing with fresh legs. Let’s see what he can do.]

The Englishman danced through midfield, skipping past Henriksen and driving forward.

[Look at him glide, John. He’s slicing through the middle.]

Downing slipped a pass into Suárez, who let it run across his body. He opened up to shoot—

[Chance!]

—but his touch was just a bit heavy. Esteban Alvarado came sliding in, nicking it off his toe.

[Massive tackle! That had to be perfect, and it was.]

[But you feel something brewing, Peter. Liverpool are knocking louder and louder.]

Benjamin, on the other end, hadn’t touched the ball yet in the second half. He hovered near the touchline, waiting. Then it came—Altidore muscled out Skrtel and flicked it wide.

[Here comes Benjamin. First time he’s had a run since the restart.]

He sized up Johnson again. A few stepover feints. Then a quick dart inside—

[Johnson’s not biting this time.]

—but Benjamin rolled it across for Berghuis instead. Berghuis took one touch and fired.

[It’s rising!]

Just over.

[That’s a warning shot. AZ Alkmaar showing they’re not done attacking.]

The next few minutes flowed like a tide. Liverpool attacking in waves, AZ Alkmaar trying to absorb, to break when they could.

Gerrard picked out Sterling with a floated diagonal ball. Sterling brought it down, drove inside, squared it to Suárez.

[Here we go again—]

Suárez dummied, rolled it to Downing—

[SHOT!]

It deflected. Looping. Dipping.

[Off the crossbar!]

Alvarado leapt but didn’t get there. The woodwork denied them again. Suárez pounced on the rebound, shaped to shoot—

[HE HAS TO SCORE!]

—but somehow, he sent it wide. Dragged it just past the post.

[How?! How’s that not gone in?]

[You don’t expect that from him, Peter. Not from that distance.]

He dropped to his knees, clutching his head.

[That might haunt him tonight. Liverpool should be level.]

The AZ Alkmaar fans responded with thunderous chants. Every missed chance was fuel. Gertjan Verbeek clapped from the touchline, shouting instructions.

[Still 1-0. And somehow, Suárez hasn’t scored.]

[But you get the feeling he’s not done yet. He’ll want that one back.]

[That’s a lot of firepower, John. But it leaves gaps.]

AZ Alkmaar saw that too. Henriksen, Berghuis, and Benjamin began pressing higher. The pace hadn’t dropped. If anything, it rose.

Sterling found space, clipped a ball in. Downing met it—

[Good contact!]

—but again, Alvarado.

[Unbelievable. He’s saving everything.]