048 Time Control

Bang!

Lawrence's vision went black, an overwhelming force nearly shattered his organs, and his body was flipped over onto the ground like a bag of rice.

He thought he had tackled No. 23 accurately, but No. 23 had been ready, seizing the moment Lawrence was distracted to knock him over with a robust and decisive frontal collision, his robust and hefty body flipping over head first, cutting off all sounds at the throat.

A backward fall.

In front of him, a chaos of footsteps filled his vision, and amidst the dizziness, he only saw a flash of red cutting a bloody path through the turmoil.

Then—

"Roar, Crimson Tide!"

"Roar, Crimson Tide!"

Bryant Denny Stadium erupted with incredible energy.

Lawrence clenched his fists: a fake run for a real pass! Damn it!