The biggest charm of sports competitions lies in accidents, accidents that go off the rails, the weak defeating the strong, the dark horse winning, the strong winning the title, creating history, writing miracles. These are all "accidents", accidents that cannot be predicted or rehearsed, I don't know what. It will appear at some time, and we don’t know in what form it will appear, let alone which party it will affect.
But what is certain is that when an unexpected birth occurs, some people are happy and some are worried. Tonight, the Trojans became "lucky players", but this luck was the beginning of falling into the abyss.
After the Trojans came on the field, Matt Barkley started to advance steadily. Their tactics still tended to be conservative, mainly running the ball to consume time. However, the Bruins' defense was tight and running the ball could not open up the situation at all. Complete the ten-yard advancement task, and they cannot complete the goal of consuming game time, so they must combine pass and run.
The first time, Matt used the third attack to complete a ten-yard advance, bringing the team to his own thirty-yard line; the second time, the Trojans encountered a powerful sniper from the Bruins, and the first two attacks only It only advanced three yards. On the third offense, Matt had to choose to pass the ball.
The nightmare just happened.
Rahim successfully intercepted Matt's 13-yard pass at the 45-yard line. The ball was converted on the spot, and the offensive initiative went directly to the Bruins. Fortunately for the Trojans, Rahim failed to complete the return attack. After the interception, he directly touched the ground with his knee. This meant that the starting position of the Bruins' offense was half of the Trojans' attack. The forty-five yard line of the field.
Forty-five yards, this is a distance that cannot directly complete a free kick. If the Bruins want to overtake the score, they must attack! Must push forward! As long as the Bruins attack, this means that the Trojans still have a chance to intercept, to counterattack, and to regain the initiative in the game.
An accident can happen the first time, which means it can happen the second time. Hope never disappears.
Still, the Rose Bowl was in a state of ice and fire. The side of the bleachers where the University of California, Los Angeles fans gathered was filled with wailing, and everyone was holding their heads, unable to believe what was happening in front of them. The side of the bleachers where the UCLA fans were gathering cheered, and the whole place was in an uproar, and everyone Everyone was jumping, everyone was celebrating, and the whole Rose Bowl started shaking.
Lu Ke turned around and looked at the game time. The Trojans had already consumed enough time. Now there were only thirty-three seconds left in the game. The preparation time for each attack was forty seconds. Thirty-three seconds or even It's not enough to prepare for the first offense, but this is their chance, this is their chance to kill the game!
No overtime is needed, they now have a chance to kill the game right here!
The defensive team members rushed down, and Rahim stopped in front of Lu Ke, panting and smiling, "Man, I have set the stage for you, now it's up to you!" "
"Then, the show is about to begin!" Lu Ke met Rahim's gaze, gave a thumbs up, then grabbed his helmet, greeted his teammates on the offensive team, and went into battle again.
Thirty-three seconds, how should they choose? The Bruins now have two timeouts, which means that if they choose a free kick, Lu Ke can have one timeout and two passes to push the team into a range suitable for free kicks. The second timeout will Used to prepare for free kicks; if he chooses a touchdown, he can make full use of two timeouts and get three passing opportunities to achieve a touchdown.
Countless permutations and combinations of tactics are surging in my mind. At this moment, the non-gathering attack is of no use. They need tactics, strategies, plans, and even precise utilization down to every second. What should he do? What should they do? How should they choose?
Lu Ke turned his head and looked at the coaching staff. This time, Rick and the others had completed their discussions and began to make gestures to convey the signal to Lu Ke. Then Lu Ke called his teammates over and conveyed the coach's layout and arrangements. There was no time to hesitate any more. Then he stood up in his position and began to prepare for the attack.
It was a tense, extremely tense moment, but Lu Ke's brain did not panic at all. Instead, it became more and more calm, as if there was a three-dimensional composition in his brain, showing the entire court. He could see the position of the opponent's defensive players. You can also see the positioning of your offensive teammates, and even the cornerbacks roaming at the far end of the field of view are clearly visible.
Lu Ke's steady breathing made him bend down slowly. His brain was working quickly. He subconsciously twirled his fingers, feeling the sweat on his fingertips. It was hot and rough, but he didn't think too much, and then issued the order. After the center kicked off the ball under the command of attack, he hugged the football tightly with both hands. The familiar touch made his heartbeat gradually slow down, and all technical movements were in order.
Step back, step back quickly, raise your head high, and spread your vision, looking for your receiver, but also looking at the opponent's defensive players. No time slot! There is no gap at all! Three receivers, one tight end, and a total of four receiving points were tightly blocked. The one-on-one marking tactics made it impossible for the four receivers to escape, and even the forwards were unable to escape. The areas covered are restricted.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Time was passing quickly. Lu Ke did not panic. Instead, he expanded his search scope and looked for Marcus's location, but it seemed that it was too late. When the familiar figure of Malik Jackson appeared in his sight, Lu Ke realized that his decision-making was too slow.
One second of hesitation, one second of delay, this was completely amplified on the court, and the opponent's surprise player had already pounced on him. At this time, there was no time to regret, and Lu Ke made a decision immediately. He put the football in his arms, and then ran towards the left with long strides.
Feet, faster, faster, he needs to dodge Malik's tackle. Although footwork and dodge have never been his strengths, to be precise, they are his shortcomings; but at this time, he was not distracted at all, with no strengths or weaknesses of his own, and he was just concentrating on running quickly, his gaze continued He was constantly looking and observing the position of the players within his field of vision.
This is not an easy task, as if the whole world has been thrown into a hamster's cage, and this hamster is really restless and running fast.
The pace was not fast enough, or not fast enough. Lu Ke felt that he had reached his limit, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, taking a big step, taking another big step, and sprinting towards the left front; even so, out of the corner of his sight, He still captured Malik's twisted face like a demon. Not only Malik, but also a defender directly in front had also pounced on him. His living space had been completely compressed and he was surrounded on all sides.
He had to take action.
His eyes quickly scanned around, looking for a glimmer of hope. It was just a small window, a window that passed by in a flash. Therefore, Lu Ke didn't hesitate at all. It could be said to be a snap, or it could be said to be a big gamble, but he waved his arms quickly and concentrated all his strength in an instant. On the arm, it exploded like a firecracker, and the football broke free from the shackles of the palm and flew out.
One second, Rugby took action; the next second, Malik had directly knocked Lu Ke down.
A critical moment! But Lu Ke completed the move in the most critical situation! Not only Malik, but two other players also rushed over, but when they saw that Lu Ke had fallen to the ground, they did not rush up again and raised their heads to look at the arc drawn by the football. Bullet pass, this is actually a bullet pass, not a rainbow pass!
The rugby ball drew a low parabola and flew out quickly. It was a little unstable at first. You can clearly feel that Lu Ke's pass while running was interfered by Malik. , slightly off track, but the speed and power still reached the maximum. In almost a blink of an eye, the football was already sprinting towards the Trojans' end zone - who is there?
John Ward!
There was a defensive player beside John at this time, but when John caught Lu Ke's action, he suddenly started to accelerate. John's strength lies in his speed, while the player defending him is relatively strong and sturdy. After getting rid of the defense, John opened the distance between the two people. The defensive player was still trying to reach out to grab John and use the force of the foul. way to complete the defense, but he was half a beat too slow——
Perhaps deep down in their hearts, subconsciously, everyone believes that Logan is still Lu Ke's first passing target, not John. But none of them expected that Lu Ke would be so bold and target the end zone with his first pass! Aiming for the touchdown!
John felt a steady stream of energy bursting out of his body. After the past five months of training, which was unprecedentedly arduous, he once again felt the freedom he had in high school, as if relying on his feet, he could fly. His speed was still increasing, and he was running with selflessness and concentration, completely ignoring the defensive players behind him. His eyes were fixed on the football, only the flying football!
The rugby ball began to shake violently, its flight speed slowed down, and its flight arc became irregular. You could clearly feel the decline in accuracy, slightly deviating from John's expectations. However, John's brain did not have any distracting thoughts. Staring at the football, he stretched out his hands and stretched out his arms. His whole body was stretched to the extreme, like an arrow leaving the string. His legs lightly glared, and he was thrown out.
Closer, closer, got it! He caught it! He grabbed the football tightly with both hands, put it in his arms, then landed on his shoulders, curled up and rolled forward, landing smoothly!
The audience held their breath, and then the referee's whistle pierced the sky, "Beep! Touchdown!"
