At this time, Dr. Johnston had finished talking about Roger's situation to the three saber-toothed tiger coaches, and he turned off the hologram, and Walter hurriedly thanked him.

Dr. Johnston is the team doctor of the professional team Roaring Beasts, and his surgical skills are not inferior to those of the attending physicians of large hospitals, and he was commissioned by the Dalí Group, the organizer of the Wheat Cup and the owner of the Roaring Beasts, to be on extra duty during the four days of competition, but he did not expect to be idle until the last game.

Dr. Johnston walked inside the screen for Roger. Clark measured the signs again, taking advantage of the opportunity Tim. Johnson hurriedly stepped forward to ask him.

"Doctor, his injury won't affect the rest of the game, right?" The chubby offensive coach asked anxiously, Roger. Clarke is his lifeline, and after Walter retires next year, if he wants to make achievements in the position of head coach, he will have to rely on the two golden retrievers in front of him.

"You mean this game?" Dr. Johnston's eyes widened in disbelief.

"No, no, I mean the future, the future...... Does it matter? Johnson laughed awkwardly, while Jonny looked at him and the doctor with a strange expression. How can this be asked directly in front of the patient? He thought to himself.

"It shouldn't have any effect on movement and strength, after all, bone regeneration surgery is very mature now, but he's a runner, right?" He pointed to Roger and asked if there was a difference between the team doctor and the hospital doctor on the football team.

"Well, how?" Tim. Johnson asked with a worried look on his face.

"Wearing a nano-material cuirass and lined with vacuum shoulder pads, you can still break the bones? This shows that the strength of the upper limbs needs to be strengthened......" The doctor suddenly said seriously, which made Tim . Johnson almost went limp on both feet.

"Otherwise, even if you win the Wheat Cup, how can you get into a top professional team like Roaring Beast?" Dr. Johnston explained.

"You're going to play professionally, right?" He looked at Roger, who looked at Jonny, thought for a moment, shook his head, and said honestly, "It used to be, but now I don't know." ”

"Okay, you can go back to the hospital and get the surgery done, it's a little painkiller......" The doctor told Roger to get up, handed him a small pill bottle, and left the door.

"I don't dare to take the professional route after hitting it...... What's wrong with the kids now......" Dr. Johnston sighed as he walked, quickly disappearing outside the locker room door.

"He's just gone? Aren't you afraid that we will take some illegal drugs or something? Roger smiled and pointed to the medical cabinet where Dr. Johnston had just taken the pills.

"At this point, you dare to joke?" Moreno was angry when he saw Roger's lazy appearance, but he had a rare schoolbag before, and praised Roger's temperament as 'strong and introverted, not letting go', and I don't know where he got these feather words for not doing well in cultural classes.

"The second half is almost at the beginning, what should I do now?" When the dust settled, and he settled down to think about the game at hand, Jonny's heart hung again. The saber-toothed tiger's offense has always been based on Roger. Clarke, as the core, is obviously not good at the tactical saber-toothed tiger without a running forward, and he looked at Walter and hoped that the old coach could give a solution.

"I don't hurt now...... Roger listened and hurriedly asked for a fight, which provoked Moleno to immediately go up and give him a scalp.

"Believe it or not, I make it hurt you?" The team's central center said viciously.

"But I have painkillers...... Roger's small pill bottle in his hand shook triumphantly, and before he could finish his words, it was immediately snatched away by Moreno.

The fat man left him and returned to the locker room, holding the vial to announce to his saber-toothed teammates the terrible fact that Roger was hiding his illness and would cause everyone to lose the championship ring, while Roger chased after him and demanded the pill.

Inside the infirmary, Walter. Fuentes pondered for a long time, and finally sighed and said to Jonny, "Kent...... What do you think is what you should have as a running player? ”

The old man smiled at him, his eyes shining, and it seemed that he was still not giving up when his proud Jo-Rowe combination was broken up and the champion duck was about to fly away, thinking that there was still hope.

……

"What, let me play?" Samuel. Blanco looked at the old Walter in front of him with a shocked expression, and Tim next to the old man. Although Johnson's face was like ashes, he was still comfortable pretending to smile.

"You're a quarterback, you need someone in this position, it's not you who plays?" Walter asked rhetorically with a smile.

"But it's Roger who is injured, not Jonny. Kent, I'm his ...... substitute," Blanco argued to himself, as he was extremely nervous on the pitch, sweaty, often conceded the ball, and had no confidence in competing at this level, which had been proven many times in the Chen Tianfang era, so he didn't dare to play lightly.

"Kent is going to take over the position of running forward, he is the closest person to Clark in this team, and he is also very familiar with the tactics we rehearse......" Old Watt looked at Blanco, and the 'skater' was already sweating nervously at this time. You're the same, Blanco, you've had pretty much the same training program as Kent, you've put in the effort, you've done everything. ”

"But...... The coach ...... "Blanc is still snorting, which makes the second Johnson, who has a belly of fire next to him, no longer hold back his temper.

"Blanco, where do you talk so much nonsense, damn it, did you suffer so much just to hang out in the ranks? The team needs you now, and the only thing you can say and do is good! Then pat your chest and go on the field! "Tim. Johnson was about to say more, but old Walter stopped him with his eyes.

"Shan Miao......" he affectionately called 'Skater' by name. In my mind, you have always been a good boy who is both obedient and willing to endure hardships, and a qualified offensive organizer......"

"I'm playing...... I played, and the coach ......" Blanco, who was embarrassed, hurriedly stopped Walter's chatterbox.

At this time on the field, the Komodo Dragons' offense was surging like a wave of rage, hitting the saber-toothed Tigers' line wave after wave. Clark's serious injury undoubtedly re-injected a shot in the arm of the king, who had long been familiar with victory, and the opponent lost the trump card they relied on, making them morale high and brave and difficult to do.

But even in front of such a Komodo Dragons, the Sabertooth Tigers did not raise the white flag and surrender. Under Fisher's excellent command, he dismantled the alternate attacks of the opponent's two powerful runners again and again.