The referee, who arrived quickly, then confirmed possession of the ball and raised his hand to announce it. And just like that, in a highly dramatic chase, the plot reversed and reversed again, and the ball changed again!

It's all about to start all over again! The nightmare has just begun! With the score behind and less than a minute on the court, after a frightening turn of the round, the Sabertooth Tigers, although they had not yet lost their offensive rights, had to advance a full 80 yards under the premise that it was almost impossible to complete even a full attack, and finally have a chance to win!

Like all the spectators who wanted to leave the stadium early, Taylor beat his chest, annoyed that the situation was good, but the saber-toothed tiger was careless and lost a game that was simply impossible to lose.

And Steven. Taylor was already looking up at the sky and muttering curses, Lucas. Taylor had already found a seat nearby and sat down again.

"This is what you call a tactic?" Walt. Fuentes stared at Tim coldly. Johnson, unlike ordinary high school head coaches who usually serve as the offensive team at the same time, in order to solve the problem of Walter's retirement in a few years, the Academic Affairs Office of Newton High School specially hired the head coach of the Urban Agriculture High School, Tim, who has rich practical experience and a bold style. Johnson is responsible for the team's attacking team training and games.

Although the old Walter only focuses on the training of newcomers and the actual combat of the special service group, and generally does not ask about the tactical arrangements of the two groups during the game, he still participates in the tactical preparation and specific drills of the coaching staff.

He only gives instructions to his players when necessary, which is understandable as a manager.

In such a favorable situation just now, although it was a key goal for the winner and loser, he was also relieved that the deployment by the second Johnson had given him great trust.

But the boiled duck is now flying, and flying so far, which is really an intolerable fault for the old man Walter, who is not very good-tempered.

"No...... Not at all! I deployed the established tactics, but who knew that this kid would change the arrangement without permission...... "Tim. Johnson's face flushed, and he was anxious to tell what he wanted to say, but old Walter had turned his face away and didn't want to listen to it anymore.

"Got it, I'll take command of the rest." Walt. Fuentes gave his order.

"Coach, Tianfang's injury is not light, and he can't raise his right hand anymore." Moreno. Ruvio yelled at the coach's bench in the field at this time, and behind him, the school doctor and stretcher cart on standby in the Newton High School medical room had entered the field, and Chen Tianfang pinned his face to the side and said nothing when the school medical scanning equipment checked the injury.

"Let's pause." Old Walter looked at the stretcher truck carrying Chen Tianfang out of the field. Johnson hurriedly looked at the referee who was looking at them and gestured to pause.

When the school doctor and the stretcher van entered the tunnel and disappeared, the Newton sabertooth manager withdrew his gaze and turned to Tim. Next to Johnson, a stunned Jonny beckoned, who stepped forward and half-crouched in front of him.

"With this last two-minute pause, I'll also give you the last lesson of your rookie period." Walt. Fuentes stared at the blonde boy's blue eyes.

"Kindness is the most unwanted element on the battlefield." Old Walter paused word by word, but his expression showed a kindness that the latter had never seen.

"You see, rugby is one of the most confrontational sports in the world, the game is like a war, the fierceness of the fight is too much, standing on the turf and fighting with the opponent yard by yard to win, and the original intention of fighting for life on the battlefield is exactly the same." The old man stretched out a finger and shook it in the air. "For the sake of victory, just for the sake of victory, just standing on the turf, you can only have this belief in your head."

"Now, go ahead, just for the sake of victory." He nodded and let Jonny, who was on the verge of death, play,

Jonny, who is still a little confused about the situation, made Walter's remarks obviously feel even more trance-like, he was a little overwhelmed, and he didn't know what to do next.

Roger. Clarke, however, appeared on the sidelines at this time, and he came to the rescue in time, curling his mouth down in an arc at Jonny.

"Hmm...... It's a dream come true, leader. The blonde handed Jonny the red-dotted communication helmet he was holding, and motioned for him to replace the one on his head.

"Put away that stupid look and go into the game." He nudged Jonny, who was scrambling to undo the chin strap of his helmet.

"What do you want to do? Talented? He smiled playfully and stared at his friend. Do you dribble 80 yards straight into the goal? It's a good idea, but it's not a good idea. ”

"Eun, there's not enough time." Jonny was nervous and didn't hear the irony.

"I had to pass the ball, no, that's the only difference between a running forward and a quarterback......" he scratched his hair, thought for a moment and said, "Hmm...... Pretty much the only difference. ”

"I can't pass that far, at least seventy yards away, Roger, it's impossible, we're going to lose." Jonny felt even more flustered at the thought of this.

"Didn't you pass the ball that far in practice?" Roger asked.

"Not once." Jonny puts on his communications helmet.

"Didn't the coach tell you any points just now? I just saw that you listened seriously, is it still a bullet attack array? You see, the second Johnson sent the 'madman' Scott into battle. Roger smiled and looked at Scott, the 'Son of the Wind'. Kim put on his helmet and ran into the backfield.

"That means Mistress Tim is completely desperate......" he turned his head to Stout's back.

"Roger, did Coach Walter ever mention kindness, battlefields, victory or anything like that?" Jonny's Wolter-esque teachings just now.

"What's that?" The blonde boy wondered. "He's told nonsense about humility, family, and glory, and I guess this clever old boy taught his aptitude."

"Well, you've made me even more convinced that this time it's a lost contract, thank you." Jonny put on his helmet fiercely and turned on the communication switch, and an image popped up in front of his eyes, showing the tactical arrangement that Old Walter had just released.

"It's a mad spearhead." He announced to Roger.

"Sure enough, the old man is going to fight to the death." The blonde kid smiled.

"How sure are you that?" Jonny couldn't help but ask, curious about the judgment of this guy who made predictions with movie lines.

"If you want me to say that this time I am 50% sure, you see, success or failure, they have no precedent, so they are half open." Roger laughed all the time, which relieved Jonny, but another voice reminded him of the blonde's usual heartlessness.

"Your logic is simply flawed." Jonny couldn't help but ask.

"Whatever his logic, just to win, come on, JFK." Roger turned and ran towards the field, leaving Jonny alone in a daze on the sidelines.

Forty seconds, eighty yards, double receiver tactics, crazy top soldier formation.

During the set-up, Roger. Clark looked at Gene defiantly. Faber, towards Isaiah, the catcher. Farber hesitated as if he were coughing slowly on one side of the side, and deliberately coughed defiantly at his opponent, but as his eyes stared straight at Jonny behind the wall. After Kent, he did not follow the past as Roger imagined.

The image in front of him faded, the tight time had passed in a flash, and the whistle on the field sounded again.

Jonny took a deep breath and shouted forward, "Good! ”

Moreno. Ruvio chimed in and flicked the ball under his hip towards him, launching the Sabertooth Tigers' final attack of the game.