Legendary Football Superstar

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Marcus snags the ball on the right, bolts left, Logan's blocking like a beast, and Marcus is off to the races.

That first right pass pulled all the Trojans' defenders over, leaving Logan's side wide open. They call it the strong side for a reason. Logan kept shoving defenders out of the way, clearing a path for Marcus.

Marcus, being the running back he is, was already a beast at breaking through. With the field wide open, he was a freight train. But speed? Not his thing. After twelve yards, he got tackled and brought down.

No biggie for Marcus, though. He tossed the ball to the ref and hustled back. No celebrations from the team; they just moved up, got set for the next play, and got ready to roll. Marcus was the last one to get back in position.

Malik barely got to his feet when he saw the UCLA Bruins lining up. A bad feeling hit him hard. "Hustle! Get back in position!" he yelled, sprinting back and lining up fast.

In football, the offense runs the clock. As long as they're lined up, they can start the play, even if the defense is still scrambling. That's the beauty of a no-huddle offense.

Malik saw the Bruins' offensive line getting set. His gut was screaming at him. They tried to regroup fast, but before he could even shout, he heard number eleven call out, "3, 58," then "Hike." Boom, the offense was off again. Malik took a deep breath and charged in.

But this time, the Trojans' blitz was a bit sloppy, not as fierce.

The crowd was going wild, people everywhere, teammates, opponents, all mixed up like a crazy stew. Luke's vision was still a mess, but he spotted an opening. No hesitation, he swung his arm, and the football was flying.

After the pass, Luke saw number ninety-six charging like a mad bull. Quick on his feet, Luke stepped back, dodged the rush, and sprinted to the side, evading the tackle.

In the chaos, Logan stood tall like a lighthouse, snagging the football. Two defenders closed in on him, stopping any further advance. But for Logan, that was enough. He made the catch and gained six yards.

It was like snatching the enemy general's head in the middle of a battlefield! Adrenaline was pumping. Logan clenched his fist, kept it cool, and hustled back to the line. His teammates were already set. That last pass was all about speed, speed, and more speed. They were in the zone, and those six yards were just what they needed. "Logan Newman! Logan with another catch, six yards!" Kirk was glued to the action. The game's pace had cranked up, and his commentary got snappier. "The UCLA Bruins are on the move again, another pass, seven yards, John Ward with the grab. Oh man, the Trojans are gasping for air. Wave after wave, UCLA's number eleven is firing off quick, sharp passes. This no-huddle offense is blazing, and the Trojans' blitz is falling behind."

"Blitz run! Marcus pushes forward nine yards!" Kirk didn't even blink, afraid he'd miss something epic. "The Trojans' defense is crumbling, they can't keep up. They've got two timeouts left, but they're scared to use them and get stuck in a tough spot at the end. So now, they're out of options."

"Long pass, whoa! Luke's going for a bomb! The Trojans' defense is caught off guard, the cornerback's out of place, Logan! Logan! Oh, man, number thirty-six yanked Logan's jersey at the last second, that's a foul! Using a dirty move to stop Logan's catch. If that pass had connected, it would've been a game-winning touchdown!"

That smooth offensive drive got cut short by the foul. With the game clock stopped, both teams grabbed a quick breather.

But the Bruins' relentless four-down push had them charging into enemy territory at the twenty-six-yard line, just a hop, skip, and a jump from the end zone. More importantly, their nonstop offense had shredded the Trojans' defense, making their blitz tactics fall apart. That's why Luke went for the long pass. Too bad the cornerback held on and used a foul to kill the drive.

"Foul! Five-yard penalty! Now the UCLA Bruins are at the opponent's twenty-one-yard line, and the game's hitting a fever pitch! But this ain't good for the Bruins. Losing that no-huddle rhythm gives the Trojans a breather, and the next defense starts fresh! The big question is, can UCLA's number eleven pull off another miracle?"

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"Guys, hustle up!" Luke grabbed a water bottle and dumped it over his head. Even though it's December, LA in December ain't exactly chilly. Plus, he was sweating like a sauna on wheels. He called his teammates back to the field. "We know what's coming. They're gonna come at us hard, stronger, more aggressive, and with more pressure."

The closer they got to the end zone, the tougher it got. The space for their no-huddle offense was getting squeezed.

Everyone's eyes were locked on Luke. No one was worried, no one said a word. Instead, their faces were set with determination, no hesitation. They all believed this kid from Avalis could lead them to the end zone and snag the win.

"But we can beat 'em!" Luke clenched his fist tight. No extra words needed, just that simple action, and no one doubted him. With a shared look, they let out a low shout and got back in position, ready to attack.

Time seemed to slow down. Everything in Luke's vision, all the tasks, felt like they were in slow motion. He couldn't catch everyone's movements, just the tense, suffocating atmosphere. Even the air sliding past his fingers felt hot and sharp.

The last drive looked easy, but Luke knew he was pushing his limits.

Playing to his strengths, avoiding his weaknesses, he gave it his all. Sixty-seven points for tactical awareness, eighty for willpower, seventy for short pass accuracy, and sixty- six for running passes. He'd maxed out each skill! His sharp tactical mind was why he became a high school quarterback. The jump from high school to college was all about short pass accuracy and running passes. These skills had evolved, bringing all of Luke's tactical smarts to life.

This was a one-shot deal. If the Trojans saw through it, blocked it, or if Luke's hand shook and his pass went off, he was out of options. Just five months ago, he was a practice player. Now he was on the field, battling USC to the last second. Luke knew this was his stage, and he was leaving it all out there!

Twenty-one yards.

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Luke bent down, eyeing the Trojans' defense, trying to read their formation. Pass? Run? Or take it himself? With his limited playbook, which move would deliver the knockout punch?

"5, 14." Luke called the play and made his final decision. The offense stayed still, like their positions already matched Luke's call. Then Luke rubbed his right foot on the ground, making sure he wouldn't slip, no hesitation!

"Hike!"noveldrama

Luke shouted, feeling the leather of the football in his hands. He quickly stepped back, got his bearings, and handed the ball to Marcus. Marcus took it and started breaking left. The Trojans' defense swarmed him.

But after just two steps, they saw Luke raise his right hand, his body forming a big arc like a drawn bow. He swung, and the football was airborne.

Too late, they were duped. It was a fake run, real pass. They couldn't turn around in time and could only hope the cornerbacks could cover the receivers.

Three wide receivers and one tight end were on different routes. Who was it? John or Logan? Or one of the other two?

Logan sprinted to the end zone and saw the football's arc. He cursed silently: Overthrown! At the most critical moment, Luke's pass was overthrown! Twenty-one yards to the end zone, it was a long pass, but Luke's throw was aimed at twenty-seven or twenty-eight yards.

But Logan didn't give up. With his sprint momentum, he leaped, stretched out his left hand, and just barely touched the football with his fingertips. Luckily, it was still spinning in a spiral. With a light tap, it fell into his palm. Logan curled up and hit the ground hard. Every muscle screamed: Don't go out of bounds, don't go out of bounds, don't go out of bounds!