The linemen and guards on both sides of the front position had already hit their backs at this time, and Jonny was walking like he was flying, and his mind had begun to carefully calculate the direction of his run. He eventually chose to cut in to a point close to the right flank, where the guards were relatively loose and there was a big man Domingo who hadn't fallen to the ground. Gonzalez covered for him.

The one-year Gonzalez was hailed as the second-fastest improved player by the 'all-knowing' Moleno and trained hard and won the game in the defensive team. Johnson's appreciation, just two months after entering the team, has become a defensive line forward "cave" Phil. Brown and "Slow Lightning" Add. Barry was the only substitute.

Gonzalez strode forward to swoop forward, apparently aware that his teammate Jonny was running behind him with the ball, gritting his teeth and slamming into a corner-back who pounced on the block. The momentum caused him to stagger on his feet, but as he fell, he tripped another opposing player with his arms laterally as he fell.

Jonny leaped high and flew over the intertwined bodies of the trio, and after landing, his momentum continued unabated, still running towards the opponent's bottom line at an astonishing speed.

In the stands, a purple-faced Steven moved over the guardrail nimblely, and in the safe passage at the front of the stands, followed Jonny to the end of the field of the Centaurs, his actions obviously affected several other Taylors, Andrew was the first to follow his younger brother to do the same, Cameron and Daniel followed, and Lucas slowly fell to the end with a blank face.

At this time, Jonny had broken through the opponent's first line of defense, and as he advanced the distance, the five middle-aged men in front of the stands who were running with him also shouted loudly, and the spectators in the stands on this side also seemed to be affected, and the shouts of cheering for the newcomer of the saber-toothed tiger went from weak to strong until they resounded throughout the stadium.

The name of this sudden pop-up player can hardly be called on the field, but you can feel the star style that can only be seen in professional games from the agility and explosiveness he shows in running.

The Mulberry wasn't completely destroyed, the interceptor they had fallen behind had already galloped in, and a half-guard and ranger blocked Jonny's path, so he shifted slightly and tried to start sprinting towards the middle of the no-man's land, and the two interceptors moved to intercept with his change of direction, and pounced on him along with a guard who was rushing from the baseline.

Still some distance away from them, Jonny turned again, sped to the right, then to the middle, and then to the right. His flower tricks worked, and a saber-toothed tiger player who was intercepting in front of him was distracted and tripped over his own clumsy steps.

There are only two people on the route! Jonny slowed down his pace in the face of the fierce interception that swooped down, he avoided a pair of grappling hands towards him, twisted his body, and left the man behind, then shook his body again, and made a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree turn before his opponent in front of him could catch him, avoiding the volley.

He took a sharp back and forth stride, swaying the hapless player who had just gotten up and was still unsteady on his feet with a feint motion, and then passed him and rushed towards the touchdown area where the giant fanged tiger was outlined with green leaves and dark night turf.

Jonny slowly stopped, gasping for a few steps on the turf's head, and he was also surprised at the final result of the attack.

The fledgling rugby rookie made a long run from his baseline, running nearly 100 yards away to score a touchdown in one fell swoop, like a peerless warrior riding into the heart of the place as if he were in a no-man's land, and leaving behind him a trail of opponents he had defeated with speed, skill and courage on the dark turf of the night, and deep down, he experienced the fun of this competitive sport for the first time.

The crowd was full of cheers, cheers and applause exploded like thunder and joined together, as Jonny rushed to the end of the myriapod stand with several uncles shouting in joy, Cameron and Daniel hugged each other, Andrew waved his thick arms frantically towards the sky, Steven kissed the cheek of the fourth brother Lucas who had just arrived, and then the eyes of Andrew, who was excited to raise his eyes in a circle in the sky.

The loud cheers shook through the northernmost part of the Newton campus, and a large number of Secret Service members who followed closely frantically pounced on Jonny, who had just dropped the ball. Domingo. Gonzalez was the first to knock him to the ground, and the latecomers pressed his teammates one after another, and soon formed a mound of human flesh, and everyone laughed and cursed, and no one could hear the poor voice of the unlucky guy at the bottom who screamed: Crush me, crush me.

The Sabertooth Tigers crowd was stunned by Jonny's brilliant performance, and because of his height and blonde hair, some even thought that it was the running forward Roger who had just made a big splash. Clarke. Some of the Newton students who didn't know the truth began to shout the name of the team's top ace in a rhythmic manner, while the girls in the front row began to chant in unison into the field: "Roger, I love you!" ”

Then several of them suddenly found the players in the dugout from Moreno. The blonde boy who poked his head out from behind Ruvio's huge body quickly shut up with his confused and embarrassed expression.

"You've got the team off to a good start." Seth. Santos pushed aside the mountain of flesh that was slowly rising up in all directions, and reached out to pull Jonny up, while the latter rubbed his chest with palpitations, towards Domingo. Gonzalez's back stuck out his tongue.

"Hey, Johnny, the fat man is so moved by you that he wants to cry, you wait to eat Lao Mo's barbecue at night." Roger. Clark ran to the free-throw line and laughed and shouted at him.

This made Jonny, who was still apprehensive about this Roshan-style pressure celebration, speechless again, and he recalled in his heart the rightfully vicious face of Moleno who snatched his meat from him at the dinner table last time, as well as the rogue excuse of 'I'm fat, naturally I want to eat more', so that Lao Mo asked him to eat meat? Hmph, I'm afraid it's almost the same as watching Lao Mo eat meat.