Time out ended, and Mike, who was on offense, once again stood in the running back position.
This was a result of George's comprehensive consideration.
He hoped that in the first offensive drive of the fourth quarter, Mike could first help the Medford Team widen the score and expand their advantage.
Then, when the ball possession was exchanged, Mike would go to the defensive tackle position to see the effect of defending that Michael.
If the effect was not ideal, George, who still had one time-out opportunity, could rearrange the tactics.
In the sport of football, George's level was not low. With rich experience, he considered all possibilities in this tactical adjustment.
Beep—
The whistle sounded, and Aaron, who was in second down offense, accurately found Mike's position again and threw the ball out, facing the opposing quarterback's defense.
Mike, who received the football, scanned the opponent's formation and once again chose to break through from the weak side of the opponent's right half.
Go, Go, Go—
Mike, with Level 3 football experience, constantly changed his rushing posture, bypassing one opponent after another who came to intercept him.
The combination of extreme speed and exquisite skill allowed Mike to perform a textbook-like solo charge performance.
"Stop him… stop him…"
Watching Mike's unstoppable momentum as he bypassed several people, Coach Cotton shouted loudly to his Medford Team members on the sidelines to fall back and defend.
On the left half, Oher, who was no longer restrained, quickly joined the Medford Team's defense after hearing the coach's shout.
He traversed the entire left and right halves with a powerful stance, catching up to Mike's pace.
"Oh oh—"
The spectators outside the field were all surprised, their mouths wide open, when they saw the figure of number seventy-four Insert coming across.
No one expected that number seventy-four, with his massive physique, would actually have a speed that was not inferior to Mike's.
Oher, possessing all these qualities, was definitely the most difficult opponent on the football field, making it impossible for people to ignore him.
Next, it was up to Mike to see how he would respond.
And Mike, running at extreme speed, also saw the Michael catching up from the side in his peripheral vision.
The opponent's speed made him have to take it seriously.
In reality, in this round, Oher gave it his all. Breathing heavily, he saw that he was approaching his opponent, then his body suddenly rushed forward, colliding with Mike from the side.
'Now's the time—'
Mike was waiting for this moment. After anticipating the Michael's intention to collide, he used his powerful core strength to make several small steps to stop his forward momentum, and then leaned back slightly.
On the other side, Oher, who had initiated the attack first, had already lost his balance, and it was impossible for him to change direction again.
Ultimately, the two passed each other by a hair's breadth.
Oher, who collided with air, stumbled and ran out of bounds.
Mike, on the other hand, held the football and accelerated again, rushing all the way past the end zone line amidst the cheers of the spectators.
The score on the field was thus rewritten to 39:30.
And Medford still had a chance for an extra point.
Accompanied by cheers, the Medford Team members on the field all gathered around Mike, celebrating enthusiastically.
Mike's solo charge performance just now seemed to lack intense confrontation. However, the Medford Team members on the field all understood the danger involved.
And Mike's touchdown performance this time made the Medford Team's score lead the opponent by as much as nine points.
Victory seemed to be in sight, and the top ten in the state did not seem that difficult to achieve.
Moreover, the Medford Team still had Mike, such a strong backbone, which made the Medford Team members feel very relaxed.
Next, in the opportunity for a second extra point, Mike once again used his superb passing skills to score two more points for the Medford Team.
The scores of both Medford Teams were finally widened not long after the fourth quarter began.
41:30
Medford had a huge advantage of eleven points, and for the remaining time in the quarter, it remained to be seen whether they could maintain this advantage.
"Don't be discouraged, kids. The game isn't over yet, we still have a chance—" Coach Cotton of Saint Mary's, seeing Saint Mary's Team members' spirits drop after losing points, quickly encouraged them on the sidelines.
At the same time, he specifically encouraged Oher, who had an important task on the field: "Michael, your performance today is great. In the next offensive drive, I want you to help the quarterback score, just like before."
With nearly ten minutes left until the end of the game, in Coach Cotton's opinion, his Medford Team definitely still had a chance to turn the tide.
As long as Oher could continue to play his role on the offensive end, just like before. An eleven-point deficit could be erased in two offensive drives.
Yes, even at this point, Coach Cotton had not given up his desire for victory.
However, he deliberately ignored one point: while Saint Mary's was catching up, Medford High still had the possibility of continuing to score.
Of course, Saint Mary's people could not think too much about this situation; what they needed to do now was to continue to charge and score.
After exchanging ball possession, Saint Mary's quarterback tightened their formation, preparing to continue their charge.
It was at this moment that the spectators outside the field suddenly let out a huge gasp of surprise.
What did they see!!!
In the Medford Team, Mike, number twenty-one, who had performed brilliantly on offense before, changed his position; he went to the defensive position.
And opposite him was Oher, the Michael of Saint Mary's.
Realizing that Mike was going to intercept the opponent's Michael, the spectators who loved to watch intense confrontations gave their biggest cheers of the game.
Of course, some spectators expressed their incomprehension of George's arrangement, protesting one after another.
From a visual perspective, the slender Mike was simply not in the same league as the swollen Michael opposite him.
Everyone had seen the combat power of number seventy-four, the Michael, before.
Instead of letting Mike get injured for no reason while intercepting the Michael, it would be better to let him continue to use his advantage on offense.
"George's brain must be broken…" Reporter Jack, in the best viewing area on the sidelines, kept muttering, expressing his dissatisfaction.
Having witnessed Mike's rise, although he knew Mike had an extraordinary physique. However, in his heart, he still believed that Mike should be a technical player.
After all, Mike's smooth passing performance in the game was enough to be pleasing to the eye.
And tactical arrangements like this, a close-quarters battle with the opposing tackle, were truly unwise.
On the other side, Sean, holding his SLR, saw the two Mikes about to engage in a head-on confrontation. He shouted excitedly: "Michael— Come on! You are the best!!! Let the opponent see your strong physique!!!"
Yes, Sean, as Mike Quinn's anti-fan, was currently cheering for his family member, Michael Oher.
He also planned to film Oher's wonderful performance later and then upload it to the internet.
Beep—
The offensive whistle sounded.
Saint Mary's quarterback held the football and rushed straight towards the Medford High's backfield.
As the game began, Mike ran ahead, blocking Oher, who wanted to join the main Medford Team. At this moment, he squatted slightly, raised his hands, preparing to meet the Michael's collision.
And in Oher's mind, he was still recalling the coach's words: go help the quarterback score.
Seeing someone blocking his way, Oher didn't think much and suddenly charged at his opponent.
He wanted to break through number twenty-one in front of him, just like he broke through Sam.
However, the imagined violent collision did not happen.
At the moment the Michael collided, Mike seized the opportunity, suddenly grabbed the opponent's upper armor, twisted his body, and used the momentum to throw his opponent out.
The visual impact of a fat man over two meters tall and weighing over two hundred and twenty pounds being thrown flying was spectacular.
"Oh my god!!"
"How did he do that!?"
The spectators outside the field, who were watching the confrontation between the two tackles, immediately went wild.
Shouts and exclamations, wave after wave!