"Hosh.Hosh.Hosh."

McCoy was breathing rapidly. Although the Longhorns' offense continued, the energy and physical strength were consumed very severely.

Just now, after pushing through the half, they completed two first-off switches in a row and successfully entered the Wildcats' red zone range-

The so-called red zone specifically refers to the area space at the front twenty yards of the opponent's end zone. The reason why it is called this is somewhat similar to the penalty area of ​​football, which is a dangerous area; for rugby, the red zone means that the offensive team has entered the touchdown range and the situation is becoming critical.

Now, the Longhorns are standing on the front 20-yard line in the end zone. They only need to push for another twenty yards to win a touchdown and recover the score. Then, the suspense of victory and loss will return to the scope of sight again, and everything is possible: they will not lose the game! Absolutely not!

Although his physical strength and energy have reached an extreme and he is breathing heavily, McCoy's attention remains highly concentrated and does not relax at all. His sharp eyes look at the end area. Apart from just twenty yards, there is the fortress of their stage victory!

With a long breath, McCoy quickly gathered his offensive teammates to prepare to discuss tactics.

The voice of head coach Mark Brown came from the headphones and arranged the tactics. McCoy couldn't help but be stunned, and even the movement of greeting his teammates was slower, "Ah?"

Mark confirmed again, "Yes, we're going to fight like this, are you having any questions?"

McCoy still had many questions, but he did not raise it. Instead, he completed the arrangement according to the coach's tactical arrangement, nodded and confirmed, and then summoned all his teammates to gather them into a circle, quickly announcing this tactic.

Array.Station.

The Longhorns' offensive team was ready. McCoy stood in the pocket protection and stared carefully in front of him for the final defensive reading. Then Jamal stood up straight, detoured from behind McCoy, and came to the left from the right side. On the side of the defensive team, you can see inside linebacker Permeler also moved along and stared at Jamal step by step.

Obviously, this is a regional joint defense: Permele is responsible for marking Jamal, and other second-tier players join forces to form a net and launch pass defense.

McCoy stood up straight and shouted deliberately, as if he was changing his offensive tactics on the spot, but the players in the defensive team were completely unmoved and there was no flaw at all. So, who has seized the upper hand in the tactical game between the offensive team and the defensive team? Is it changing or not?

McCoy bent down again, posed and announced the kickoff:

"attack!"

McCoy's voice swept over the Memorial Stadium, and then his hands felt the touch of football. His feet steadily stepped on the ground, and then took a step to open up the space; but before he could pull away, he could feel a stormy heat coming to his face:

Seven people rushed to pass!

Faced with a ten-yard attack, the Longhorns tried to make changes, and the Wildcats also tried to make changes: three defensive forwards and four linebackers stepped forward together, and put pressure on the whole step with the tiger down the mountain. The absolute advantage of the number of people was like an avalanche and instantly fought hard.

Danger!

Danger!

McCoy made a big alarm, but his steps were not panicked at all - because this was exactly the coach's tactical arrangement. No matter what the strategy of the defense team was, he needed to take a step back in advance. His clean and neat steps allowed McCoy to distance himself immediately. Even though the rolling heat wave was sweeping over, McCoy's steps were still steady and powerful. He raised his chin slightly and looked towards the backcourt to find a suitable passing route.

With his steps stopped and McCoy controlled his body and made a pass stance toward the left side, preparing to pass the rugby to Jamal.

Sure enough, Permele rushed towards Jamal immediately, and another outside linebacker Hall was also adjusting his pace. No one could ignore Jamal's personal abilities.

But McCoy just flicked his shot, paused slightly in the air for a moment, then closed his right hand and took another step to adjust the center of gravity of his body.

This is a fake action!

Immediately, McCoy discovered that he was trying to complete restraint with fake moves, and the Wildcats were also trying to complete counter-control with fake moves-

The seven-player rushing pass was just a cover. It was just a stance. But then the steps were a little, and the body turned around. Then the two linebackers retreated. Then the deduction of the Permele, who was responsible for the guardian of Jamal, was just a basic four-player rushing pass tactic.

Even Hall pulled two steps horizontally towards Jamal, and then began to retreat in a guerrilla manner, but his vision still did not leave Jamal, and he could return to defense at any time.

In this way, the three wide receivers and a tight end of the Longhorns must face the regional joint defense of five defensive players - two cornerbacks, two safety guards and one linebacker Walker; as for Hall, it seems to be a member of the regional joint defense, and also seems to be a member of the assisting defense Jamal.

In a flash, it was impossible to cover every corner of the court. The only intuitive idea in McCoy's mind was:

The Wildcats actually chose to retreat collectively! Did they predict the Longhorns' passing offense routine in advance?

But McCoy doesn't have time to think about it now. In the traps and countertraps, routines and countertraps, they are all calculating each other and cannot be missed.

McCoy's first reaction was to adjust his steps in small steps, and once again cast his sight towards Jamal, trying to complete the pass with the simplest and most efficient connection, breaking the opponent's defensive plan abnormally; but Permele stuck Jamal's footsteps step by step. For a while, Jamal was unable to get rid of it, let alone a Hall who "don't know what's going on" was not far away and not close.

Eyes!

"Danger!"

McCoy's eyes were observing the passing target, and then he realized the crisis again. Because he had been holding the ball for too long, the defensive front line had already pushed the offensive front line to surround him, pressing step by step, and the pocket protection of the offensive front line was in danger - Campbell seemed to be about to struggle.

Like a "Shirt".

Damn it!

Calculation and counter-calculation, then what is the damn head coach of the Wildcats calculus? McCoy is completely unable to see through it now.

Tear!

At this moment, Campbell broke through the pocket protection, and his entire upper body burst out like an alien, and rushed towards McCoy with his teeth and claws.

Danger Danger Danger Danger!

McCoy was at its highest level of tension and had no time to observe the passing route. His first reaction was to move his footsteps quickly and escape from birth. But this time Campbell did not give McCoy any chance, and then broke free from the shackles, like a Hulk. Every step created the effect of earth-shaking, and the air waves were stacked up towards McCoy layer by layer.

Hurry up! Hurry up!

McCoy only hopes that his steps can be faster and save himself from the sky!
Chapter completed!