บท 484: 483 Blood Splattered on the Spot

"Damn, the pocket's broken!"

"The Philadelphia Eagles' five-man rush suddenly pushes forward, God, Smith is backing away, Smith is dodging."

"Ah!"

"Graham! Brandon Graham breaks through the block and cuts into the pocket, leading the charge to intercept Smith."

"Sack!"

"Jesus Christ, sack!"

"Graham sacks Smith!"

"Philadelphia Eagles' number fifty-five, last season's nationwide second-team Defensive End, Graham, who had had an average performance this season and this game, steps up at the most crucial moment. This is the first sack of the game for both teams, the first quarterback sack."

"Unbelievable!"

"Ah, a fumble."

"Oh my..."

Collinsworth was completely stunned, unable to believe his eyes—

Pressure, slowly building up.

The situation, layer by layer, becomes more tenacious.

Like a stretched elastic band reaching a critical point, it will snap, either the east wind prevails over the west wind, or the west wind over the east.

Everything was as expected.