"Lu Ke is moving! Lu Ke is running out of the pocket on his own! My God, why? Why is Lu Ke running out of the pocket? He's moving quickly to the left. The target is in his sights. Lu Ke raises his hand and passes. It's not a fake. This is not a fake. Lu Ke released the ball. The target is..."
"Wait, wait, the pass isn't going to the left! The target is Ted Ginn? Jesus Christ! What's going on? What is happening? The pass is going to Ted Ginn, who is standing in the middle! Oh my God! This is a crazy choice of pass! My God! This is absolutely audacious!"
After moving to the left side of the pocket, Lu Ke simply adjusted his feet. Without hesitation, he released the ball. But just as everyone thought Lu Ke would choose a target on the left side, as Vernon and Crabtree were both excellent choices, and even Marcus, who had just crossed over, had a lot of open space, something unexpected happened at the moment of the release.
Lu Ke twisted his waist, and the power transfer and release control changed. The pass, which was originally going to the left, was slightly adjusted in angle and direction and was pushed toward the center. It was a low, flat bullet pass. The release speed and power of the football were at their peak. It flew incredibly fast, crossing midfield in an instant.
"A bullet pass! The spin is incredibly fast. Forty yards, forty-five yards, midfield, forty-five yards, forty yards... My God, the football is still flying. Thirty yards, twenty-five yards... Ted Ginn! Ginn! Ginn successfully made the catch!"
"With no one covering him, Ginn easily adjusted his feet and caught the football at his chest. This is a deep pass of about forty-five yards! Beautiful! The precise control of power and the accurate arc found Ginn, who was standing in the empty central area! This is a no-man's land. Ginn feels no pressure!"
"Huh? What's going on now?"
After the pass was completed, the shouts and screams were stuck in people's throats. They didn't even have time to cheer for this beautiful deep pass before they were struck by the shock and confusion that followed. A thousand questions filled their minds, and they couldn't understand what was happening.
At the very moment Lu Ke left the pocket, adjusted his feet, and released the ball, the situation on the field changed. The offensive players were the main reason.
Marcus made an emergency stop and turned to sprint toward Ginn. At this moment, his burst of speed was at its peak. He was just three yards away from Ginn at the same time Ginn made the catch. Logan, who had already reached the sideline, suddenly started moving. After he slammed into a defender, he charged forward in a straight line, creating a huge commotion on the relatively weaker right side. You could even see the surprise on the faces of two defenders.
Then, Ginn made the catch. Polamalu never lost his position, and after Clark realized where Lu Ke's pass was going, he also immediately moved over, joining Polamalu and becoming the last gate to the end zone. Not only that, but other defenders also swarmed toward Ginn like bees returning to the hive, coming from all directions.
The strange moment happened here. Ginn stood still. In this critical, urgent moment, after Ginn made the catch, he didn't immediately run. Instead, he just stood there, spaced out. Yes, he just stood there, as if he had lost his direction and purpose. In the extremely tense atmosphere, he seemed out of place, scaring everyone. What's going on?
This could definitely be the most bizarre and weird moment of Week 15 of the regular season.
One second. Ginn didn't move for about one second, but what was even more amazing was that Clark and Polamalu also didn't move. They stood still, adjusting their body weight, trying to avoid losing their chance by moving too hastily. This created a strange scene. The other three directions were full of dust and charging players, but the path to the end zone was calm.
Just then, Ginn moved. Ginn, who had been standing still and quietly observing, suddenly made a lateral movement to the left. Almost as a reflex, Clark and Polamalu's body weight also began to shift, but in the next moment, Ginn forcefully twisted to the right and went into a full sprint without stopping.
Clark and Polamalu were no slouches. After losing their balance, they both started again, lunging toward Ginn. But before Clark could get around him, he felt a figure rushing toward him, like a high-speed train, slamming into his body, and he completely lost his balance.
Marcus! Damn Marcus!
Polamalu wasn't affected at all. He kept adjusting his feet, following Ginn's speed, looking for a good opportunity to tackle him. But at this point, Polamalu realized how amazing Ginn's burst of speed was. His small, quick steps couldn't keep up, and he was forced to speed up. The negative effect of speeding up was that his tackling rhythm became unstable. Polamalu didn't have time to think. He could only follow his instinct and lunge forward. Just as he was about to tackle Ginn, he saw Ginn make a second turn, pulling a half-step to the right, creating a phantom image in the air.
Polamalu quickly adjusted his feet, trying to use the power of his right leg to push forward again, but in the next moment, he was met with a head-on collision. His body flew in the opposite direction like a sandbag. He could see Logan's number 88 helmet flying off, tumbling in the air.
"F***! F***! F***!"
This was the only thought in Polamalu's mind. Then he saw Ted Ginn trying to speed up, and Ike Taylor trying to catch up. Now, all the hope rested on cornerback Ike Taylor.
Ginn's focus was divided. First, it was Clark, then Polamalu. He had to split his attention to watch the defenders getting close to him, which affected his speed. But after narrowly avoiding two tackles from the safeties, he was shaken but also realized that this was his chance.
So, Ginn gritted his teeth, ready for a second burst of speed. He saw a figure flying up behind him in his peripheral vision. His footwork was still a bit messy. He had to make a forced turn to avoid Polamalu, and his balance and breathing were still unstable. But Ginn didn't give up.
One high-knee step, two high-knee steps. The sudden burst of lactic acid made his muscles ache, but at the same time, adrenaline surged. Then he went into a state of total immersion. One step, two steps, three steps. He could feel the momentum of a storm hitting him, but he was riding the waves, continuing to advance.
Faster! Faster! Faster!
This was the greatest moment of Ginn's five-year career. His entire body's strength burst to the extreme. He didn't feel tired or nervous. He just fully increased his speed. Sprint, sprint, sprint again. Then he could hear a burst of wind, as if gunpowder had exploded in the air.
Sprint! Sprint! Sprint!
Ginn could even feel his feet floating. In just ten yards, he showed the most powerful speed of his life, sprinting like lightning. Nothing could stop him, like a sharp sword that had been plunged into the enemy's heart, reminiscent of the long sword a bullfighter uses to deliver the final blow!
You could even see fresh blood on the tip of the sword, reflecting the sunlight. It was cruel, bloody, and violent!
The entire stadium was silent. The sound of the wind and breathing had completely frozen. The sound of heartbeats had also disappeared. It was as if the sands of time had stopped. The entire world was frozen in this moment. The spirit and soul gathered at Candlestick Park completely merged with the earth and began to expand, expand, and expand again.
"Bang," a loud noise, like the Big Bang at the beginning of the universe, exploded in his ears!
At this moment, Raymond Jackson, who had been a stadium manager for thirty years, and who had been with this team for twenty years without wavering, was standing in the player tunnel. At this moment, he truly felt the breath and pulse of this stadium and this city, tightly connected to all the 49ers.
Then, Raymond cheered.
"Ah!" The shout was stuck in his throat. His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't hear a single sound. It was as if the roar in his mind had completely disappeared. Every cell in his body was frozen. Then, he finally found his voice and shouted, "Bambi!"
When this syllable broke free from the constraints of his throat, Raymond was in tears. He was just an ordinary 49er, but today, he was the happiest person in the world. He just shouted "Bambi" in a frenzy, letting his hot tears flow freely. He raised his hands high, calling out that passionate name.
Tonight, Candlestick Park went from complete silence to a roaring storm, from being quiet as a mouse to a thundering crescendo, in just one instant. Like a fleeting moment, everyone, under Raymond's call, cheered the most moving syllable from the depths of their souls. They couldn't help but fall to the ground and worship.
Listen, that was the roar from the world. In this moment, he was the King of the Bay!
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