At this time, Chen Tianfang was full of anger, and he had been holding back the uneasiness in his heart, but the good results of the special service team in the last round were about to make him feel heartbroken. Jonny's subtle and wide-ranging performances and thunderous cheers tore at the last of his pride.

Back in Roger. Prior to Clark's arrival, he was a well-deserved ace for the Sabertooth Tigers, and his physical fitness and desire to win made him invincible on the court.

As a freshman, he was entrusted with the important role of the team's most critical offensive playmaker and tactical executor from the moment he joined the team, and he did almost all the tasks given to him by the coaching staff and led the team to a relatively good season that year.

It can be said that the Sabertooth Tigers were able to reach the top 10 of the Qilian High School League last year when their offensive strength was relatively weak, entirely because of his excellent performance.

But the appearance of this nasty ghost with a disgusting haircut and a mouth full of trains has changed everything. It was because of his presence that almost all of the tactical drills that the Sabertooth Tigers compiled around him last year have completely changed.

Give the ball to Roger, give the ball to Roger! That Tim who doesn't have much skills. Johnson comes and goes, and will only say such nonsense when deploying tactically!

If you leave everything to the running forward, then why do you want him to be a quarterback? Didn't you train hard day and night, practice passing, practice running, and carry the running and attacking tactics of all positions of the team, just to give the ball to this bastard who only likes to sell handsomeness and show off after he gets on the field?

As early as before this game, Chen Tianfang had secretly made a decision, just fifteen yards away, touchdowns can win the final victory of the whole game, why should such glory be handed over? Besides, the other party had already sent that monster up to the corresponding position, and the purpose was obviously to stare at Roger.

And when the opponent has correctly determined its own existing planning and deployment, why should it risk defeat and rise to the challenge, but not adopt other feasible offensive methods?

The quarterback is the initiator on the offensive end, given the responsibility of selecting tactics and having the authority to take charge of everything on the court. Tactics on the court rely on the quarterback's judgment of the situation, reasonable analysis and avoidance of potential weaknesses that are about to occur!

And now the vulnerability and weakness is obviously that nasty blonde teenager......

Chen Tianfang tensed his muscles and began to prepare secretly.

The whistle sounded in the sky, and the saber-toothed tigers began their long-awaited final blow, and after the fat man Moleno dialed the ball from the crotch to Chen Tianfang at the forefront, he immediately led Da Yang and Sobrino to launch a fierce attack on each other.

The three of them at the same time fended off the onslaught of the opposing lineback's attempt to tear the front head-on, and Chen Tianfang received the ball with his face in the direction of Roger, who had already taken ten steps forward, nimbly avoiding a lineback who pounced on him, and pulled out a clear gap.

Pass! The blonde boy gestured to him with his eyes.

Chen Tianfang immediately began to make movements, and his arm was towards Roger. Clark swung in his direction, but the ball ended up slapping on his other outstretched palm. He sprang into action, twisting his body with great speed and leaping high on the turf, leaping out of the gap where Moleno and Sobrino had struggled to strike.

When he landed on his toes and started with the ball firmly in his hands, the ten-yard blink of an eye, and the stubborn teenager only had to shake off or knock down the only ranger in front of him to complete the touchdown and enjoy the rainstorm cheers and long-lost recognition.

Chen Tianfang began to smile, he obviously felt the difference in the atmosphere around him, he didn't care, he didn't doubt anything else, and confidently rushed towards the victory that belonged to him.

Suddenly, a sound of wind, a roar, swayed an extremely fast black shadow on Chen Tianfang's right side, he felt a huge force from the arm holding the ball to the whole body, he tried to rush forward, and took steps, hoping to run to the finish line by inertia, but he was surprised to find that his feet could not step on the ground.

Time seemed to stand still, the air around him seemed to be drained, and he seemed to be in a vacuum, his body slowly fluttering in the void. Then, a heart-rending pain spread from his arm to his chest and abdomen, and he felt like he couldn't breathe.

His palms could no longer grasp the ball, and the ball splattered slowly from his side into the distance, and he was terrified and tried his best to catch it, but the ball was as far away as if it were thousands of miles away.

In a noisy and startled shout, Chen Tianfang was killed by Ji Yin. Faber attacked from the right, and the furious ferocious force slammed him into the air like a stalled flying car, and the ball in his hand was also knocked out of his hand, falling far away on the turf near the sideline, and still spinning rapidly, the audience sighed!

The saber-toothed quarterback was hit hard by Faber and fell on the night grass, motionless, but at this time no one cared at all, because the competition between the two sides was not over at all.

One of the Brumps' corner-backs picked up the ball and ran straight down the right sideline to the other end of the field, at which point almost all of the attacking players were in a scuffle in the middle, and the few remaining members were either too far from the right flank or tripped over on the way back.

The corner-back had run past the midfield, but he was still sprinting towards the Sabertooth Tigers' bottom line.

Want a touchdown? The other party is about to touch down?

The audience was shocked by the ironic anti-transfer, some of them did not understand the situation at all, and they were still immersed in the excitement of winning the first game in the interval competition.

Just as the corner-back was delighted to dribble through the final 25 yards, with the front and side of him empty, a hand reaching forward reached the tip of his right foot, which he threw head-on to the ground, the ball on his body as it was pressed to the ground.

It's Roger. Clarke! It's Roger who gallops back to help. Clark, who had just been in the front line, caught up with the cornerback by a huge disadvantage of a dozen positions in the nick and brought him down 20 yards from the finish line.

But that wasn't the end of it, the ball was squeezed out from under the cornerback's fallen body, and luckily rolled to Roger's side!

The blonde boy who fell to the ground reached out to grab the ball and held the ball tightly in his arms. Faber hugged Roger's feet, who were about to get up, and the latter quickly rolled over and pressed the ball under him.