The striker closed the distance in a flash, his powerful frame shielding the ball from the scrambling defenders.
With a quick glance, he assessed Nordfeldt's position and calmly slotted the ball past the goalkeeper's outstretched leg into the bottom corner.
GOAAAAL!~
The AFAS Stadion erupted once more, the noise crashing like a tidal wave over the field.
Fans leaped from their seats, their cheers echoing throughout the stadium as Altidore raised his arms in celebration.
[The American makes it two for AZ Alkmaar!] the first commentator yelled above the din. [And it all came from that relentless press up front—they forced the error on the Heerenveen backline and capitalized immediately!]
[That's clinical from Altidore,] the second commentator added, his tone tinged with admiration. [He didn't panic, didn't rush. Just a composed finish to double the lead. But Heerenveen will be kicking themselves for that mistake—it was completely avoidable]
