On the sidelines, Gertjan Verbeek threw his arms up in disbelief, shouting at the fourth official.
His face was filled with frustration, as a coach watching his team come agonizingly close yet being denied by the smallest of margins.
"How is that not a penalty?" Gertjan Verbeek barked at the fourth official, his voice audible even over the din of the crowd.
Martin Haar hurriedly placed a hand on his shoulder, attempting to calm him, but Gertjan Verbeek brushed it off, pacing the technical area like a caged lion.
Booooo!~
In the stands, the traveling AZ Alkmaar supporters erupted into a cacophony of whistles and jeers.
Their chants grew louder and was aimed squarely at the referee. Their frustration was boiling over.
A group near the front waved their scarves furiously, while others shouted cuss words and made indecent gestures at the officials.
Their emotions were spilling out as the moment replayed in their minds.
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