In a football ga, the only unshakable thing is the advantage in numbers, so the subtlety of offense and defense often lies in the misallocation of personnel.
The situation in front of us is just like this.
Generally speaking, a defensive group blitzing with five or six people is already a full-scale gamble, creating a nurical advantage on the front line; occasionally, the defensive group uses seven to blitz, easily breaking through, leaving the offensive group with few strategies, relying entirely on improvisation.
And now?
What stands before the Kansas City Chiefs is a ten-man blitz, with the Buffalo Bills leaving only one safety at the back, with all other players charging forward.
A do-or-die effort, this is truly a do-or-die effort.
Just before, the Buffalo Bills didn’t anticipate Kansas City Chiefs’ strategic escape and maneuver.
And now, the Kansas City Chiefs didn’t anticipate the Buffalo Bills’ reckless, all-in break through.
Like a scholar encountering a soldier, reason is useless, that’s how Mahos feels now as they strategize and plan only to be confronted by brute force, ignoring all tactics and strategies, coming in with sleeves rolled up, disrupting the Kansas City Chiefs’ strategies.
Pressure. Pressure. Pressure.
Layer after layer, coming head-on, Mahos had just steadied himself, not even having ti to adjust his breath, imdiately noticing the crisis.
With just a pocket pieced together by Li Wei and Kelsey, two fists cannot fight against four hands, it’s impossible to block the Buffalo Bills’ charge.
In a mont of trance, there’s an illusion of a thousand horses charging towards him, that montum, that aura, purely relying on nurical suppression.
What to do?
Mahos remains calm, by now he’s no rookie, he’s grown rapidly, standing alongside rookies to weather the storm as a team leader.
Pass? Rush?
Everything happens in a flash, the Buffalo Bills’ defensive players co prepared, each step is firm and swift, leaving little ti for thought and hesitation, yet Mahos still quickly makes a judgnt, decisively responding at the first mont.
Decisively, taking a step back to adjust, not only to create distance but also to gather strength, raising his right hand, making a drawing bow gesture—
Pass!
Without hesitation, Mahos attempts a pass, trying to get the football out before the defensive players get too close, eliminating trouble once and for all.
Seeing this, the Buffalo Bills’ defensive players who have fully charged are tense, they have no ti to judge the situation behind because they’ve cut off their retreat, rather than worry about an exposed backfield, they continue pressing forward, piling up pressure layer by layer, creating a hurricane-like impact, clashing head-on without reservation.
Like a straight punch.
One side tries to escape the pressure, the other continues to increase the pressure.
The back-and-forth collision, a torrential situation.
Mahos’ pupils contract, the raised right hand suddenly drops without warning, body pauses, leans forward, and the right hand, following the montum, lightly tosses towards his left hand direction, not paying attention to the football’s flight, continuing to plunge forward.
All in one go!
Lineman Edmunds is dumbfounded, hearing buzzing in the rain, unable to catch the football’s flight path in ti, even doubting his eyes—
Wait, did sothing just fly past in front of ?
No ti to judge, the charging body already sees Mahos’ figure disappear and return; in one mont backing off, retreating to create distance, in the next crashing in head-on, the quick change giving Edmunds no ti to react, the hit already upon him.
Bang!
Edmunds is directly flipped over, lifted off the ground, yet doesn’t fall for mont, seemingly defying gravity, floating weightlessly.
A glance to the side, Edmunds finally sees another white figure, hands grabbing, a mischievous red-brown sprite landing in his palms.
Li Wei.
It’s over.
Two thoughts firmly grip Edmunds’ heart, then gravity finally injects into his blood, body quickly crashing towards the ground.
Not only Edmunds but other Buffalo Bills defenders feel the sa, the second change in this intense confrontation again overturning the situation.
Defensive end Epenesa keeps thinking about how to break through Li Wei to hit Mahos or even sack Mahos; body trying to stop and turn to dodge Li Wei, but the whole league knows, in terms of turning, Li Wei is now the League’s First Man.
Epenesa is having a headache, unable to shake off the sticky Li Wei.
However! At this mont!
Epenesa doesn’t see the specifics, only knows Li Wei turns and steps back, seemingly cradling a mischievous fellow.
Epenesa is taken aback.
Because of the downpour, the football seems slippery, and the leather surface stiffens due to the temperature drop, making it difficult to control.
In a rare occurrence, even the usually sure-handed Li Wei isn’t exempt, happening suddenly, his hands and the football aren’t on the sa path, seeming to control the football but then it slips away, about to escape Li Wei’s cradle and ride the wind, which Epenesa finally sees clearly—
The football. It’s the football!
100% the football!
Epenesa doesn’t have ti to ponder why the football went from Mahos to Li Wei, instinctively changing his center of gravity, rather than evade Li Wei, the positions swapped, stepping forward to tackle Li Wei.
Panic! Urgency!
Li Wei’s body leans back, bracing against Epenesa’s step; both hands reach forward, reclaiming the attempted escaping football back into his cradle swiftly.
Bam.
A muffled thud, the collision of force and force draws Li Wei and Epenesa into a whirlwind.
Clearly, with neither Li Wei nor Epenesa stable on their feet, neither can fully control balance, in the chaos and jostle, Epenesa keeps pressing forward, trying to finish the tackle with his body weight; yet Li Wei opts for another thod, going with the flow using the current circumstances.
Right as his center’s off, steps in disarray, Li Wei takes advantage of Epenesa’s pressing weight to step forward, his left foot kicking the ground heavily, splashing water.
Then using the montum, completes a counterclockwise 360-degree spin, like a ballerina on a knife edge, shaking off Epenesa.
With a spin, a mismatch, Li Wei and Epenesa shift from front and back to side by side.
Epenesa’s eyes are filled with shock, turning to see Li Wei to his left, his body fully losing balance, crashing forward dramatically.
Li Wei then completely relaxes amidst the storm, in the sway and jostling, totters along, seemingly giving up body control, moving freely with montum and inertia.
Staggering, Li Wei shifts laterally to his right, Edmunds lying on the ground can clearly feel the shadow passing overhead—
Opportunity!
Edmunds can’t help but hold his breath, reaching out both hands.
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