บท 49: Anzhi Makhachkala Draw First Blood

The second half began with an electrifying energy and Anzhi Makhachkala wasted no time as they immediately started pressing high and forcing AZ Alkmaar onto the back foot.

Willian received a pass from Lassana Diarra and darted down the left flank relentlessly with his quick feet leaving Marcellis scrambling to keep up.

The crowd's roar swelled, a mix of discordant sounds of support from the home side as their team mounted attack after attack.

From the commentators' booth, Paul's voice rose above the din. [And here we go! Anzhi picking up right where they left off in the first half, pouring forward with intent. The Brazilian winger is on the ball now, doing what he does best]

[He's been a thorn in AZ Alkmaar's side all night, Paul,] Willem interjected. [Look at that control and the pace. He's running the show on that left wing]

Willian skipped past Marcellis again, cutting inside and threading a pass to Eto'o who stood in wait at the edge of the box.