Crisscrossing, impenetrable.
In the field of vision, corners and hidden spots reveal white figures dotting the landscape, like a fierce wind, tightly enveloping the red flames.
However, even worse, Bosa was relentless.
The first tackle was somehow evaded; shame and disgrace gripped Bosa's heart, and the burning fury transformed into momentum as he stumbled forward in a second attempt to tackle Mahomes, trying to achieve his first sack in three playoff games.
Crisis, stung Mahomes's skin.
Mahomes adjusted with small steps, his first instinct being to run with the ball, but just as he started moving, he spotted Bosa changing his path to intercept ahead, forcing him to retreat by two steps to create distance, and once again lifted his gaze to find a passing target for the third time.
Got it.
Hill!
