Jeff's muscles all over his body were tense. Ever since No. 11 succeeded in passing the ball for the first time, he felt as if he had forgotten to breathe. He stared at every move on the court with his eyes wide open and forgot. Cheering, forgetting the tension, even the haters on the other side of the court.
His heart slowly climbed up, and finally got stuck in his throat, and he was about to spit it out, but Jeff still stared at the court intently, and then he saw the most unforgettable scene of the night——
After the kick-off, player No. 11 began to retreat quickly, quickly widening the distance between himself and the offensive line. At the same time, his steps were steady and fast, crossing laterally, driving the entire team to move to the right; Marcus He follows No. 11 like a shadow, waiting for the opportunity to move. He seems to be ready to take the football and start running the ball at all times.
The entire offense started so quickly that the defensive players had no time to react. At this time, the entire defensive lineup was like a piece of loose sand, unable to organize an effective defense. They seem to have not yet decided whether to attack the quarterback and complete the sack; or to defend the running ball to prevent Marcus from running up big numbers again; or to defend the pass and short pass? Intermediate pass? Long pass?
The running and positioning of the Trojans' defensive players were unorganized. It could be said that they were in complete chaos. They seemed to be lost in the Bruins' mercury-like offense and could not find any effective way to contain it. Defense is out of the question.
The poor performance of the defensive players left enough time and space for the offensive line, and also gave No. 11 enough observation time and accumulation process, but why didn't No. 11 take action?
Jeff was puzzled. More importantly, he didn't have time to think carefully. He was just anxious, extremely anxious. He was so nervous that his stomach began to spasm. He clenched his fists. After his body was tense to the extreme, he couldn't think of anything at all. Unable to move, it seemed like only a few seconds, then it seemed like an entire century, and then No. 11 finally took action!
Draw the bow and shoot the vulture.
Jeff's eyes fell on the football, climbing higher, higher, and continuing to climb higher. The parabola drawn was so full, so round, and so high. After reaching the highest point, it began to fall. The force of forward movement was So ample, rushing past the thirty-yard line, the twenty-yard line, the ten-yard line, the end zone...
Jesus Christ!
This is actually a super long pass, aimed directly at the end zone? Jeff felt that the beating of his heart stopped at this moment, and it seemed that even time had stopped. The question is, is there anyone in the end zone?
have. John Ward.
The entire end zone was open and deserted. When Jeff noticed John, the Trojans' defensive players reacted like hungry wolves pouncing on food, but it was already too late. The nearest player was more than fifteen yards away from John. From a distance, they could only watch as John stretched out his hands, easily took the football into his arms, then stopped and stood there.
The place where the feet are is clearly: the end zone! An arrow pierces the heart, a fatal blow!
The "beep" whistle flew across the sky loudly. Jeff opened his mouth wide in disbelief and jumped up on the spot, "Touchdown! Touchdown!" He was so excited that his saliva choked his throat, and then he He began to cough violently, but this still did not lose his joy and happiness at all. He jumped crazily, waved crazily, and screamed crazily, "Touchdown!"
After jumping up, Jeff hugged Nate tightly, who also stood up and cheered. The two of them seemed to have won the game and kept screaming wildly, "Ahhh!" Only in this way, they could They can vent their inner turmoil and boiling, and only in this way can they express their true feelings at the moment.
The Rose Bowl fell into chaos. Bruins supporters were simply celebrating, celebrating wantonly, not for the victory of the game, but for the long-lost recovery of the offensive team, although only the Bruins supporters were left in the audience. Less than a third of the rain had fallen, and everyone else had already left, but the cheers and shouts were like rain after a long drought, restoring vitality to the Rose Bowl again.
The supporters of the Trojans were a little confused. Some people had no idea what was happening. It seemed that the touchdown had been completed before they had time to react. Some people were extremely angry and shouted at their defensive players. Venting their anger, they cheered up again; some people began to cheer loudly and cheer for their team, after all, they are still winning the game.
"Bambi! Bambi!" Marcus was the first to rush towards Lu Ke, hugging Lu Ke tightly, using all his movements to convey the joy in his heart at this moment; but before Lu Ke could resist, the attacking front line Other teammates also ran over and surrounded Lu Ke tightly in the middle. The roars, shouts, and cheers were endless, hitting Lu Ke's eardrums hard, as if the whole world was noisy.
The emotions that had been suppressed throughout the game finally found an outlet at this moment.
"Calm down! Calm down!" Justin Edison, the captain of the Bruins defensive team, ran quickly, entered the court, pulled his teammates away from each other, and then patted them hard. Patting Lu Ke on the shoulder, "Man, great job! But the game is not over yet!"
The happiness and joy were running rampant in Lu Ke's mind, like a dragon, breaking away from its restraints and looking for an outlet. However, Justin's words made Lu Ke wake up. He had to take a deep breath, take another deep breath, and secretly warned himself: touchdown is worth celebrating, but it is only the first step towards victory, and victory is the ultimate. Target!
"Guys, let's give the field to our partners and let them show their power." Lu Ke hit Justin on the shoulder with his fist, "Then it's time for the defensive team!"
Justin gave a thumbs up, "Let us show off our skills now!" In today's game, the defensive team was suppressed by the opponent, which was really frustrating. Now that the offensive team has recovered, they can't fall behind. Finally, otherwise you won’t be able to hold your head up when you go back.
Lu Ke and his friends from the offensive team left the field, and then they saw the teammates from the defensive team raising their right hands. Logan was the first to rush over, high-fiving each other in celebration, and the whole night was shrouded in a dark atmosphere. The haze over the Bruins' heads finally dissipated, and cheers and excitement began to surge again.
Marcus bumped Lu Ke's shoulder with his shoulder and said cheerfully, "Everyone is waiting for you, Mr. No. 11." After saying that, Marcus ran over first, jumping and talking to everyone. The teammates high-fived in celebration, and Lu Ke followed closely behind, raising his left hand high, one after another, hitting each other's palms, truly feeling the trust and support of each other fighting side by side.
Standing at the end of the queue were the three coaches on the coaching staff and Anthony.
Rick looked at the smiling Lu Ke in front of him and deliberately made a serious face, "You should know that you didn't follow the tactical instructions at all on the court just now. This is incorrect, right?"
Since there may be as many as 20,000 offensive tactics in a football game, even if the quarterback keeps all the techniques in his head, it is impossible to analyze the most appropriate tactics in a short time. After all, the quarterback is not a computer. , which requires a whole team.
In professional games, not only are the head coaches and offensive coaches on the sidelines formulating tactics; in the home and away team boxes above the court, there is also a team that observes the entire field situation from a high position and analyzes each offense and defense. , report to the head coach, and then formulate relevant tactics.
In other words, the formulation of each offensive strategy requires direct communication between the coach and the quarterback.
However, during the game, the lightning-fast judgment is still made by the quarterback; it is also the quarterback's task to change tactics according to the situation on the field. That's what happened just now.
Everything happened too fast, Lu Ke made an accurate judgment, and before Rick even had time to discuss and direct, the attacks were pushed forward one after another like a tide. Rick once considered stopping Lu Ke, slowing down the attack and readjusting his tactics, but after a moment of hesitation, he still closed his mouth.
Obviously, this is a wise choice.
But at this moment, the quarterback needs to communicate with the coach. Football is not a sport that can be completed alone, and it is not even just the athletes on the field fighting. Rick needs this backup quarterback to understand this.
Lu Ke looked at Rick, who had a serious face, and nodded seriously without arguing, indicating that he understood.
Rick laughed dumbly and said nothing more. He patted Lu Ke's arm and said, "Excellent work! Now, let's discuss how the next attack should be carried out. Leave the rest of the work to the guys on the defense team. !”
After the player Xian sat down next to him, Lu Ke discovered that his fingertips were trembling slightly, and the belated tension and excitement finally became real.
After being ordered to play at a critical moment, Lu Ke had no time to think or get excited. He threw himself into the game without any breathing space. Everything had no sense of reality.
It was only at this moment that reality entered his blood, and Lu Ke realized that just now, he completed the first official NCAA game of his career as a semi-professional player; at the same time, he also completed the first game of his career. An official game passing touchdown.
The dream finally came true.
After returning to his senses, Lu Ke slowly and slowly clenched his fists. He liked the critical, almost suffocating feeling. He liked the feeling of controlling the overall situation and the two armies confronting each other. The heartbeat was so clear and fierce. The ground hits the eardrums, so wonderful that people don't want to leave. After just one try, he fell in love with this feeling!
Looking up and looking at the Rose Bowl audience, even though there are a lot of empty seats, it is still so spectacular. It is like standing at the center of the world and feeling the heat of the spotlight. Everything is so intoxicating! He can't wait to start the next attack!
