After Steven said this, he couldn't help but find several brothers staring at him strangely together, he looked back at them unconsciously and asked, "What?" How? ”

"Shut up!" Everyone withdrew their gaze almost at the same time, and Lucas, who was sorry for the words. Taylor summed up their ignorance of Steven.

Steve, who didn't care, smacked his lips with some anxiety at this time, watching the motivating scene of the Centriped players in the field, and impatiently blew the mustache at the corner of his lips and raised it upward.

"Why hasn't Johnny played yet?" He held up his watch and used the camera function to maximize the image of the opposite player's bench. In the focal length of the picture, his handsome nephew just sat quietly, only to see his eyes staring straight into the field, his golden hair fluttering in the breeze rolling up on the court.

"Silly boy." Steve cursed dissatisfied. "I know that I was sitting stupidly on the side."

"You." Andrew waved off the holographic screen in front of his younger brother, and said angrily: "It's you who fuck Joanna all day long, I used to make fun of your nephew for Angelo's twin brothers, you were the one who almost went to prison when you beat the head and blood, it was you who almost drank the ale wine at home when Johnny got sick, and after entering the team, you and the old man grinned nonsense about the green smoke from the ancestral grave." Andrew laughed and scolded: "Okay, now is the time when everything can't be better, but you are now like this."

"He is a freshman a year, can he still play the main force without sitting on the cold bench? If you want me to say, it is rare to be able to sit in Newton's 10,000-person field and sit in the players' box, what kind of urgency are you? Andrew said with some dissatisfaction with his brother, who was only two years younger than him.

"That's right." Hearing this, Steven squinted and nodded, after all, he was unbearable, and finally muttered: "But I'm afraid we'll come in vain." ”

……

The saber-toothed Tigers' bench was in an uproar immediately after the referee pronounced the decision. Faber's breakthrough left a sense of amazement.

"The positional attack can actually do this to this extent!" Even Rosas, who doesn't like to talk. Yang Du suddenly opened his mouth, and he and his younger brother Isaiah. Yang looked at each other, and the two brothers stuck out their tongues in unison.

"We can't have this kind of bull in our team." Scar Seth. Santos made his own comments to his teammates in the attacking group, and then couldn't help but glance at the main running man behind him, who was still in a semi-recumbent position.

He winked at Sobrino beside him. Herlandus added: "People run like flying tanks full of fusion fuel, and if they hit a pile of people, they can grind all the way out, and if we change our one, I'm afraid that even the other party's cowering lineman can't fight." ”

Seth bowed his head and lightly touched the brim of Sobrino's helmet with his helmet, and then fell on his back in horror, causing the frightened "milk baby" to stand up, and then laugh with him.

"Flying tanks? Not very imaged, the tank is not like Faber, and will deliberately look for the opponent's weak side and impact angle. Roger was not annoyed when he watched the performance of "Scar". "But in any case, only fools will compete with the Roshan shelves to brute force." He sneered and said: "Lao Tzu's body belongs to the angel bowl, and in a small scene like Newton, it is a tyrannical thing." ”

"Well, you'll die if you don't blow it for a day." Seth grimaced his face at Salander, who turned around and watched the play with a smile on his face. Johnson shrugged and made a look of helplessness that really started again. The lineman, nicknamed "The Laughing Maker," chuckled, and without saying a word, looked at Seth and then at Roger.

"You're saying this Faber is a fool?" Milk baby Sobrino. Hollanders turned around and asked Roger sullenly.

"He's not a fool, baby...... In fact, he's a lot like you. Roger replied to Sobrino with a straight face.

"Oh...... So...... Then he's not very smart......" Sobrino lowered his head and hummed to himself, which made the figure of Seth and the others, who were holding back their hard work, tremble and burst out laughing.

"Shut up, y'all!" At this time sitting in the first row of Moreno. Ruvio stood up with a look of anger, his eyes widened, his arms connected, and he pointed to the tense formation in the field, and then spread his hands, his eyes widened angrily. At this time, Moleno was furious, and he struggled to hold back.

Seeing that everyone finally relented, the locker room leader made a loud voice and shouted at the field to cheer for the players.

"Lao Mo was born to be a coach, unlike Dwayne Johnson's stupid guy who just knows the sulking of the players." Roger. Clark climbed down from the stool in the back row, his face was not faintly melancholy like Dayang and the others, but his expression was normal, and he still had a smile on his face.

"You only know how to mess with them." Jonny commented on his friend. "Even if it's pretending, it will have to have a scared expression for the subsequent game, right?"

"I can't pretend that." The blonde boy shook his head repeatedly, "And in fact you don't need to worry at all, because ......" he smiled brighter and brighter, "and the last fifteen yards are the graveyard of this monster." ”

……

As it turned out, the blonde boy's prophecy took effect again, and after the war resumed, the aura of the multi-legged beast team that still continued the tactics of the previous round was gone. Farber's two attempts to make a mid-lane attack were easily spotted by the Sabertooth Tigers.

Take "Hill" Kevin. Richardson's defensive team deployed heavily in the middle and struggled to keep Farber's desperate performance within 10 yards, which completely shattered the opponent's attempt at a touchdown and ended up with a three-point shot on goal.