Tick, tick, after the official pause of the two-minute countdown, the sound of the second hand walking seems to become more and more dense, and the closer to the end of the game, the more sensitive the sound of the time hourglass becomes, almost breathless, like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper, announcing the death sentence of the Green Bay packers. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Is that really it? After a disastrous season, will they sink further? You know, they haven't lost at home to the Lions since 1991, and they've won 14 straight games in a hearty way, so is it coming to an end tonight? This nightmare season looks like there's no end in sight.

The score remained unchanged, with the Packers trailing the Lions 6-13 by a touchdown distance, but time was running out for the Packers, and after the Lions used up their last timeout, the Packers were on the court again with only 37 seconds left.

The fans at the scene no longer had the energy to shout, and even a small number of fans began to leave the stadium one after another, but their footsteps were so reluctant, looking back at the stadium step by step, hoping that a miracle would occur. They can accept a losing season, but they can't accept being trampled under their feet by their rivals in the same district. It's a pity that Brett's first shift attack ended in a capture, not only did he not advance the yardage, but he also lost yardage, and the time was consumed a lot, and the hope was getting thinner and thinner.

Lance sat back in his chair, his hands couldn't help but clench into fists, even ten or a hundred times more nervous than when he participated in the Oscars, he couldn't take his eyes off looking at Gawain who was actively running in the field, at this time Gawain was communicating closely with his teammates, engrossed, not noticing the changes outside the field at all, as if even the passage of time had lost its meaning.

The feeling of powerlessness, that feeling that Lance really felt, and that's the most brutal part of competitive sports, sometimes, even if you try your best, you don't always win, especially in team events - they need heroes, they need to work together, it's like a car, people will sigh at the engine is great, but without other parts, the car can't run.

Gawain is trying, he is still trying, he still hasn't given up. This could well be the last game of Gawain's career, and considering that the Green Bay Packers have completely missed the playoffs this year, even if Gawain insists on staying and playing the last three regular season games, his career is also entering the countdown. So, is that the result? Without a Hollywood-style miracle, without a happy ending to a fairy tale, a fifteen-year career would end in failure?

Lance knows that Gawain's career is complete, and that the last few games will not affect his reputation, and there is no doubt that he will be in the Hall of Fame, and even the packers will retire his jersey, thanks to the veteran who has dedicated his entire long career to the packers. But...... However, Lance still hopes to see Gawain draw this final sentence with an aura of victory.

The second shift was only five yards away, but nine seconds were wasted, leaving the packer with only twenty-one seconds left. Gawain ran tirelessly, trying to find a gap, and then turned around and waved at Brett, but Brett still passed the ball in the other direction, watching his teammates run five yards before being caught to the ground, Gawain did not pause, ran quickly again, and met up with his teammates to discuss how to proceed next.

There is no time, there is no room, except for attacking, it can only be attacking, there is no difference between third and fourth gear, they can only attack, only offense can have a glimmer of life.

"Attack!" Brett's voice resounded across the court, Gawain buried his head and sprinted quickly, bypassed one opponent, resisted another, turned around, ran sideways, and then looked back at Brett, raised his hands high, he ran out of the gap, he had run out of the gap!

However, Brett passed the ball in the other direction, and Gawain kept his eyes fixed on the spinning rugby ball before he saw the player in the royal blue jersey rush out and slap the ball off before the player in the green jersey. The roar that had reached its peak came to an abrupt halt in an instant, and failed, and failed again, with only eighteen seconds left, but they were still standing twenty-five yards from their own field, seventy-five yards away from the touchdown area, as if there was an insurmountable chasm.

Lance only felt that his heart had completely stopped beating, and he watched the rugby ball be slapped, and then his breathing stopped, only to see Gawain hanging his head in disappointment, standing in place with his hands crossed on his hips, and his lonely back pulled a long back on the field.

"Grass! Pass! Pass the ball to Gawain! Lance didn't hold back after all, and screamed at the pitch, even though he knew it was irrational, even though he knew he was just a bystander, even though he knew ...... But he didn't care, he just knew that Gawain had run out of gaps, and as the most successful close end in the history of the Green Bay Packers, there were only four passes to Gawain tonight, which is not fair! "Have you been kicked in the head by a donkey? Can't you see Gawain running out of the empty seat? If you don't know how to pass the ball, call Aaron Rodgers on the pitch! ”

Reims' voice didn't stir up any waves, the empty stadium didn't react at all, and the fans around them hung their heads, as if the earth had completely stopped turning. One after another, some fans left their seats, and the ending seemed to be doomed, the world of victory and defeat was so cruel, without a trace of human touch, bloody and cruel.

Gawain let out a long breath, then looked back up, glanced in the familiar direction, and then ran towards his teammates again. Brett brought his teammates together again, they had eighteen seconds left, they had one more chance to attack, a touchdown or a loss, so simple that they wouldn't miss any chance to touch the win.

After arranging the tactics, Brett clapped his palms, and everyone dispersed, returning to their positions again, ready to attack one last time. Gawain glanced at Brett, which might have been his last eighteen seconds on the court, but Gawain didn't say anything after all, turned and ran to his position.

At this moment, everything around slowed down, the weeds on the lawn, the smell in the air, the sweat on the skin, everything became so clear, even the movements of all the athletes around were slowed down tenfold, the beating of the heart was calm and powerful, without the slightest disorder, take a deep breath, Gawain's eyes were focused on the front, when the phrase "attack" that he had heard countless times came from his ears, his right foot kicked violently, Gawain rushed out, and the world returned to normal speed again, All the scenery around them began to speed up, speeding backwards.

Gawain chose to run in a straight line, buried his head and ran forward for five yards, a sharp stop, shook off a defender, and then ran sideways at a ninety-degree angle, his vision saw another defender not far away, after running three yards, he stopped again, and when he turned around, he saw Brett looking for a target in the crowd, Gawain raised his right hand again, he almost lost hope, but at this moment, his eyes were focused on Brett, and then ...... Brett passed.

"Favre passes! The packer's final blow! The pass is to...... Strello! God, the disappearing Strello! He got the ball! Strello! He got it! The two corner-backs closed the door to defend, oh, Strello forced his acceleration and sprinted out between the two, Strello! Strello! Stop and turn around and dodge a grapple! Strello! The opponent's No. 23 rushed up, and Strello began to run wildly in the direction of his teammates, incredible, incredible! Strello dodged another grapple, oh God, oh God! Strello! Jesus Christ, this impact! Seventeen, the packer's seventeen knocked out the Lion's defenders, and Strello continued to run! Can't believe it! I can't believe it! Strello! Twenty-five yards, twenty yards, fifteen yards, ten yards...... The Lions' backline is in a mess, five yards! Touchdown! Oh, God! Touchdown! Gawain Strello! Gawain Strello saves the Green Bay Packers! Gawain Strello completes the touchdown! Gawain Strello! The game will go into overtime, and the packers will come alive! Jesus Christ, seventy-five yards of long run, Gawain Strello accomplished incredible redemption, he saved the whole of Green Bay! ”

The host's voice was completely drowned out, and the cheers of the audience surged, turning the entire Blue Castle Stadium into a sea of fire.

Lance jumped to his feet and just screamed frantically, "Touchdown!" Touchdown! Touchdown! Aside from that, his brain had completely stopped. Turning his head, Lance tried to make eye contact with Ian, but he didn't want to see Theo's whole body jumping, waving his fists, and roaring angrily at the court, "Ah! Yes! Yes! The roar was so firm, so hot, so crazy that the tendons in his neck were exposed, and Theo just clenched his fists and kept roaring, as if he wanted to vent all the emotions in his heart.

Gawain finally got rid of his teammates who were celebrating, and then trotted all the way to the audience, all the fans frantically tried to touch Gawain with their hands, but Gawain looked at his brothers intently, and then raised the rugby ball in his hand and shouted, "I'm handsome, right?" ”

Looking at Gawain's smile so bright that all colors lost its brilliance, Lance's eyes couldn't help but feel a warm, and then, he raised the support stick in his hand, struck it hard, and roared loudly, "Strello! Strello! This shout was quickly supported by the surrounding fans, and gradually became one, and all the spectators in the stadium shouted in unison:

Strello! Strello! Strello! (To be continued.) )