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The crowd: Huh?

A state of surprise, a buzzing chaos, yet in the midst of mutual glances, directions were lost, no one could find an answer, only absurdity and curiosity prevailed.

Amid the bustling scrutiny of the crowd, Clark took the field.

Unbelievably, at this very moment, Saban chose to replace a wide receiver with the Double running back tactic. So, was the Double running back tactic a smoke bomb or a true ace up the sleeve?

Looking back over the season, the Alabama Crimson Tide Storm used the Double running back tactic not infrequently, mainly to confuse their opponents' judgments, to protect Hertz and Li Wei and to achieve considerable success.

But now?

At this moment?

Double running back tactic, was Saban serious?

In the blink of an eye, both Sweeney and the Clemson Tigers defense team had no time to think.

Sweeney kept shouting, "Do not get distracted, do not let them influence you, stick to the plan."

Sweeney believed this was Saban's tactic to mess with the defenders' mindset, all this talk of secret weapons, special tactics, pulling surprises, breaking the mold was just nonsense. Saban just hoped to shift all attention to Clark, causing confusion; they needed to hold their ground.

Actually, Clark was a bit dazed.

He himself was confused, unsure of how things had come to this. In such a game, at such a moment, he was chosen to play?

Could he?

Lost in a haze, he stepped onto the field, only to be immediately drowned out by the roar of the bustling crowd, his heart nearly bursting.

Fourth down, two yards, twenty-one seconds, twenty seconds…

Time passed still, the crisis clearly unprecedented, hanging by a thread, every pore on his body sensing the sharpness and heat. What exactly was Crimson Tide Storm playing at?

Honestly, even Clark himself didn't understand.

Actually, he had already realized his dream this season, not just once representing Crimson Tide Storm; but it was through this season's trials that Clark truly recognized his limits—which were clear.

He wasn't cut out for this sport.

Even in NCAA, he had already seen his limits, let alone the NFL.

Once, being a professional player was the dream he fervently chased, but now, the dream should end, he needed to return to reality, to stand on firm ground.

After much struggle and deep thought, Clark had already decided that he would not enter the draft after the season ended.

Of course, he would still remain on the team next year as a senior, but that would be a farewell to his football career. After graduation, he would leave the football scene, take his college diploma, find a job, and return to an ordinary life.

Regrets?

No, he had none.

This season was like a gift, realizing his wildest, boldest, and most beautiful dreams; he had no reason nor need for regrets or reluctance.

At least, he had once had such a season. He would cherish it dearly in his memory for a lifetime.

Yet never in his wildest dreams did he anticipate that this roller-coaster of a game would come to this point, and then he was called to take the field.

With a wildly pounding heart nearly exploding, his brain blank, he jogged onto the field, completely unaware of his own legs.

"Master..."

"Master!"

Clark heard the call and looked in the direction of the sound, then saw Li Wei's eyes hidden behind the helmet. He couldn't help but swallow.

"Li Wei, the coach said, um, the coach said, this run is up to me."

Clark's mind was still buzzing, he could hardly believe the coach had entrusted him with a play that could decide the entire season.

Him? Ronnie Clark, how could it be possible?

But then.

Li Wei, "Okay."

He agreed so crisply that Clark was taken aback.

Clark, "Li Wei..."

Clark felt somewhat embarrassed and guilty.

Li Wei understood immediately, Clark was indeed too kind.

Actually, Li Wei could understand Saban's tactical intent.

Firstly, using Li Wei and Hertz as decoys, the Clemson Tigers would never expect Clark to take on such a heavy responsibility; secondly, it was because Li Wei was truly exhausted, in the literal sense. The depletion of his physical and mental energy was very obvious and severe, causing a noticeable decrease in his running efficiency.

Li Wei needed help.

From another perspective, even if Jacobs hadn't been injured unexpectedly, Saban would probably have chosen Clark, because Jacobs was also a key defensive target and equally drained of energy, and might not have been able to create the effect that Clark's appearance could.

Choosing Clark was due to tactical considerations, as well as because they were teammates fighting side by side. Now, the entire team needed to unite to overcome the difficulty.

However, there was no time to explain in detail to Clark, as time was pressing.

Thus, Li Wei looked at Clark.

"Master, we need you."

His gaze was firm, conveying belief.

Clark gazed back at Li Wei in a daze, with a kind of trust, unconditional trust, the trust of being willing to expose one's back on the battlefield, and involuntarily, he straightened his back slightly, a surge of belief's energy welling up from the bottom of his heart.

Clark had always longed to be on the field, to fight alongside his teammates in adversity, to contribute his strength toward victory.

Now, the opportunity had come.

Clark didn't speak but exchanged a look with Li Wei.

Then, they aligned—

The Alabama Crimson Tide Storm lined up in one of football's most retro and classic formations.

Double running back.

Li Wei, Clark, Hertz, and the center stood in a vertical line, evenly spaced, with Li Wei as the fullback, about seven yards away from Hertz; Clark as the halfback, standing between Li Wei and Hertz, about three yards from Hertz.

Before the 1980s, nearly all football teams used this offensive formation, where the fullback and halfback were skilled in different styles of ground attacks.

However, entering the 21st century, the tank-like running back, the fullback, gradually disappeared, and such traditional offensive formations increasingly became less common.

Unexpectedly, today the Crimson Tide Storm revived it.

The wind howled fiercely.

The Clemson Tigers and Alabama Crimson Tide Storm had completed their alignments, and time continued to slowly tick away, nineteen seconds, eighteen seconds…

Then.

"Attack!"

Hertz's voice pierced the sky, and in an instant, players from both sides began to move swiftly.

If one observed carefully, one could notice that the front line of the Clemson Tigers' defense team didn't make any rash movements, while the second line closely followed the wide receivers, quickly retreating.

Clearly, their focus was on Hertz, worried about whether Hertz would pass or run the ball, fourth and two yards, and also three yards from the end zone line, the quarterback had different opportunities to kill the game.

Hertz was retreating, passing by Clark, making a handoff motion.

Just then, Li Wei cut from behind towards the right side.

Suddenly, the situation drastically changed.

The focus of the Clemson Tigers' defense team was instantly split, part on Hertz, part firmly tracking Li Wei's footsteps.

Bang, bang, bang.

Collisions on the front line, matchups on the second line, movement in the short pass area all occurred simultaneously, a dizzying spectacle, impossible to clear one's mind.

Where was the football?

In whose hands was the football?

Li Wei?

No, wrong, Hertz!

But, was it really? Had you really seen clearly? Don't blink; just a slight blink and the magic might just happen right before your eyes.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

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