บท 37: 037 Bloody Storm

"Attack!"

Beteman called the kickoff. Li Wei didn't rush but adjusted his steps forward. For the first time, he faced a defensive group outside of the Crimson Tide Storm, wholly unfamiliar, from players to tactics and game style without exception. He wasn't about to recklessly run into the wall, especially after the first half.

He needed to be calm and observant.

If someone thought that a running back was just about holding the ball and ruthlessly charging forward, they were wildly mistaken. At least, Li Wei didn't see the role of running back that way.

Handoff.

Even before his fingertips felt the leather texture of the football, Li Wei moved to avoid Beteman's back, instantly seeing the layers of pressure piling on—

As expected.