Indeed, Beteman’s passing uracy truly was average, but don’t forget, Beteman had be the second quarterback for a traditional powerhouse like Crimson Tide Storm. Maybe his ability ceiling was lower, but he certainly wasn’t ipetent.


    The short passes often relied on teamwork. As long as the ball’s trajectory wasn’t too outrageous, and the wide receiver and tight end didn’t misunderstand the tactics, then the connections could be sessful.


    While the Crimson Tide offensive line attracted a substantial amount of fire on the ground, Saban arranged a series of short-pass tactics to progressively prate the opposing defense—


    Was the tactic original?


    No. Saban’s passing tactics were always by the book.


    Did the tactic work?


    Yes.


    That was already enough.


    Alternating between passing and running ys, Saban’s abundant experience and astuteness once again showed their edge, consuming a total of eight minutes and thirty-seven seconds, finally scoring a touchdown in the red zone facing a third and three—


    A y-action pass.


    Beteman pretended to hand off the football to Li Wei, who drew the defense in, but then turned and found the tight end Hentges.


    Hentges, with his back to the end zone, caught the ball and after securing it, encountered a tackle; yet, he used his physical advantage to barrel into the end zone.


    Touchdown, secured!


    After the extra point was sessfully scored, "14:21".


    The home team, Crimson Tide Storm, further closed the gap in the score, now just one touchdown away, and Bryant Denny Stadium erupted with incredible energy.


    "Roar!"


    "Roar!"


    Although this was just a warm-up game, unrted to winning or losing; considering the history of both teams and their sh at the national championship final earlier this year, everyone from the yers to the fans exploded with incredible enthusiasm, wholeheartedly engaging in the game, no less intense than in official matches.


    The Tigers, too, were no exception.


    Whoosh.


    Suddenly, one of the "ck-faced Yamas," Dexter Lawrence stood up. Compared to yers like Watkins and Wilkins, the high schooler Lawrence was still full of youthful zeal—


    Ready at all times to prove himself, never missing an opportunity.


    Moreover, with Lawrence and another high schooler, number ny-nine Farrell,peting within the team, seeing Farrell fall short of the coach’s expectations sparked Lawrence’s excitement as he intently looked towards the coach.


    Would they just let it go?


    That number twenty-three is a fool, that quarterback can only make short passes, and Crimson Tide Storm’s offensive tactics are just the same old routine. If Farrell can’t hold up, shouldn’t they let him y and see what he can do?


    Watkins and Wilkins did not stop Lawrence; in fact, they wanted to see the coach’s attitude—


    They didn’t like the Crimson Tide Storm.


    If they had to choose, they still preferred the Crimson Tide Storm they had dominated and mercilessly ground into the dirt in the first half, even though this was a warm-up game. Watkins and Wilkins hadn’t forgotten the bitterness of losing the national championship earlier this year. Weren’t they supposed to reim their honor, to seek perfect revenge?


    Sweeney was also hesitant.


    A warm-up game had its tactical significance. Should he really disrupt the n just for a win in a warm-up game? Or should he continue to trust his yers, given that the new season couldn’t rely on only one lineup?


    Thoughts circted in his mind.


    Turning around, Sweeney saw Watson, still arms crossed and leaning against the chair back. Though his expression was stern, no longer carefree as before, he at least remained calm, not panicking because of the current situation.


    Sweeney also calmed down—


    It was all because of that number twenty-three running back, The Terminator, who hade out of nowhere,pletely unmentioned in their scouting report, throwing off their ns.


    Damn it.


    But they shouldn’t disrupt their own formation; they still needed to follow the n.


    So.


    Sweeney didn’t heed Lawrence’s look but reestablished his strategy—


    Since the third quarter was nearing its end, it was now the Tigers’ opportunity to attack. They should keep cool and steadily advance through positional battles, securing ball possession while consuming time.


    If they could score a touchdownst, the advantage in winning stilly with the Tigers.


    Sweeney regained his resolve, waved his hand grandly, signaling the offensive group to take the field.


    Sure enough, this attack became more detailed and enriched under Sweeney’s tactics, tangling with the Crimson Tide Storm’s defensive group in a battle of positions.


    Seven minutes and forty-five seconds.


    This wave of offense spanned from the third to the fourth quarter, dominated by short passes and running ys. The Tigers retaliated in the same way the Crimson Tide Storm had attacked, stabilizing their footing before showcasing their depth, which had kept them entangled with the Crimson Tide till the finals ofst year’s nationwide championship.


    Unfortunately, they didn’t score a touchdown.


    The Crimson Tide Storm’s defensive group performed crucial red zone defense, intercepting the opponents just seven yards from the end zone. Still, the Tigers steadily earned a field goal.


    The second half opened.


    "24:14."


    The gap in the score widened again, and with most of the fourth quarter already ticked away, it pushed the Crimson Tide Storm into a challenging position.


    Watson, once again settled, resumed joking with his teammates.


    Watkins and Wilkins regained theirposure, with only Lawrence still eager, trying to prove himself in such a game.


    The bnce of victory subtly tilted toward the Tigers. Although slight, the change in situation had indeed altered the mood; one could feel a tragic pressure settling on their shoulders when the Crimson Tide Storm’s offensive group took the field again.


    Li Wei felt it too.


    Although it wasn’t an official match, the exhration of victory and defeat filled his heart. Unlike cross-country running, unlike mixed martial arts, a burden of united resolve heavily descended, tensing people up while also invigorating them.


    This was his first time.


    Both the Crimson Tide Storm and the Tigers felt it; the first gear of offense sparked mes—


    Roar!


    Farrell entered like a sumo wrestler, moving his feet while squatting down as if entering the ring, using such celebration moves to taunt the Crimson Tide Storm’s offensive group.


    "Sorry."


    On the offensive line, right tackle Lester Cotton offered his right hand to Li Wei, his face full of remorse.


    Just then, Cotton hadn’t secured his position and was instantly broken through by Farrell, such that as soon as Li Wei caught the football from Beteman, he was faced with Farrell’s tackle and went down without any chance to move.


    It was very awkward.


    Cotton knew it was entirely his fault, and he needed to take full responsibility.


    Li Wei caught Cotton’s right hand, pulling himself up, then patted Cotton on the shoulder, "Good effort, just don’t make the same mistake next time."


    With a joke, Cotton touched his helmet.


    Li Wei didn’t mind, even though Cotton’s failure to secure his position was an uneptable error. What mattered more was that their offensive tactics had been anticipated by the opponent, with the Tigers’ defensive group taking the upper hand. That was the crux.


    Moreover, in football, escaping impacts was impossible.


    This recent impact left Li Wei tasting the metallic vor of blood on his tongue—


    It was a bit stimting, a bit exhrating.


    Overpowering felt good, joyful, but crushing without a fight was too boring. Only the crushing and destruction after a contest were truly interesting.


    Li Wei thought, it seems number ny-nine was well-prepared then.