Aaron, who was in a state of shock, came to his senses when George called out to him.
He clapped his hands, gathered his teammates, and encouraged them, "The game has just begun, don't let the opponent affect you. Believe in yourselves, we are not worse than them!"
To be honest, due to his personality, Aaron's words of encouragement at this moment sounded a bit soft.
But fortunately, his words did have some effect, pulling the Medford players out of their dazed state.
Afterward, under Aaron's organization, the players went five yards outside their own end zone line to set up a secondary defense.
However, the huge gap in strength would not change due to personal will. Moreover, the fighting spirit of the Medford players was not as good as their opponents'.
In the secondary extra point attempt, Austin High's quarterback, once again, easily rushed into the end zone under the cover of his teammates.
In less than a minute, the score reached 8:0.
The situation was very unfavorable for Medford High.
The spectators outside the field supporting the Austin team also erupted in astonishing cheers.
"Aaron, cheer up!" During the exchange of possession, Mike said to a slightly out-of-sorts Aaron, "It's time to let them see how good we are!"
On the defensive end, Mike might not be of much use. But on the offensive end, he decided to give the opponent a surprise.
Mike, who possessed the [Moonlight] trait, now had a physique exceeding one hundred ninety. This physique was considered top-notch among professional athletes. Among high school students, it was absolutely a dimensionality reduction strike.
Looking at Mike's determined eyes, Aaron also perked up and responded, "You're right, it's time for us to counterattack."
Both sides once again lined up in formation at midfield.
Beep—
After the kickoff, Aaron, holding the football, and Mike, forming a pincer movement, charged towards the opponent's backfield.
After attracting most of the opponent's defensive players, Aaron threw the football in his hand to Mike, who was not far away.
Then, he was tackled to the ground by an opponent.
Mike, who had received the ball, did not notice the situation behind him. He now had only one thought: to carry the football into the opponent's end zone.
Facing the interception of the opponent's linebacker, Mike, who had a fire burning in his heart, did not choose tactical evasion.
He accelerated his running speed again, leaned slightly forward, and prepared for a collision.
"Bang—"
In a straightforward clash of power, the opposing linebacker was sent flying.
After the collision, Mike slightly adjusted his stride, and then, facing the safety on the opponent's last line of defense, he collided again.
Another fierce collision, Mike broke through the opponent's safety. And then, with no one left to stop him, he rushed into the opponent's end zone like the wind.
Medford scored six points.
After the touchdown, Mike excitedly slammed the football heavily onto the ground, venting the negative emotions in his heart.
It must be said that Mike's solo touchdown was full of violent elements, a perfect combination of strength and speed.
The astonished spectators outside the field immediately sent enthusiastic cheers at the moment of Mike's violent touchdown.
This barbaric way of scoring indeed made adrenaline surge, and it was the favorite of Texas tough guys.
And when Mike turned around, ready to receive the celebration of his teammates, he saw many players gathered around Aaron, as if confronting the opposing players.
"What's going on?" Mike ran over and asked.
"Nothing." Aaron stretched his arm. Then, he said with a smile, "Mike, well done. You are indeed our best running back!"
"What do you mean nothing? That number twenty-three just now, after tackling Aaron, deliberately pressed down on him," Georgie said indignantly.
Only then did Mike see that the opponent's number twenty-three was being protected in the middle by his own teammates.
Seeing Mike's gaze, "Tank" shrugged, a provocative smile appearing on his dark face.
Obviously, this big guy nicknamed "Tank" was a guy with a nasty personality.
Seeing Mike's expression turn unfriendly, Aaron quickly said, "Mike, calm down. It's still game time."
On the field, everything is subject to the referee's whistle.
The referee did not call a foul on the opponent's number twenty-three. If Mike went up to cause trouble for the opponent now, he might be penalized instead.
Aaron, seeing the situation improve, did not want Mike to be sent off.
On the sidelines, George was also protesting to the head referee.
"Didn't you see it? Austin's number twenty-three's defensive action was so rough. You should give him a warning, otherwise he'll only get worse next time..." George stated the facts, arguing reasonably.
"I saw it, his defense was fine," the head referee said with a stern face, "You should go back to your position."
"How can it be fine? His behavior looked like he was trying to hurt someone..." George wanted to argue further, but then he saw the head referee's expression becoming increasingly severe.
Suddenly, George realized that this was Austin's home field, and the referee would definitely favor them more.
"Shit—" George, realizing where the problem lay, cursed and then sullenly returned to the preparation area.
Facing such unfair treatment that could be called or not called, he had no way to deal with the head referee. Continuing to entangle would only lead to a possible sideline foul.
Fortunately, in the subsequent opportunity for Medford to score a secondary extra point, Mike once again violently rushed into the opponent's end zone, tying the score for the team.
This also greatly balanced George's mood.
Then, when the ball possession was exchanged again, the Austin team's coach called a timeout.
The players from both sides left the field, and taking advantage of this opportunity, George asked with concern, "Aaron, how's your arm?"
The details of the opponent's number twenty-three pressing down on Aaron's arm earlier had all been seen by George, which was why he was so angry just now.
"I'm fine, Coach," Aaron responded.
"Alright." George saw that he was indeed fine and felt relieved. Then he warned, "Next, you need to pay more attention to the opponent's number twenty-three. He might still target you."
"I understand." Aaron nodded, his expression also becoming serious.
After cautioning Aaron, George then said to Mike, "Mike, you also need to pay more attention. This timeout by the opponent is likely them trying to figure out how to deal with you."
"Whatever, let them come!" Mike said, patting his chest, his eyes full of fighting spirit.
George shook his head at this, and said no more; it was a good thing for the players to have drive.
"Sam, when you go back on the field, I want you to play aggressively on the defensive end, can you do that?" Suddenly, George pointed at Sam with a meaningful look in his eyes.
Since the last game, Sam, who had performed well, had regained George's trust. His position on the field now was exactly defensive end.
Since the referee was not calling a foul on the opponent's number twenty-three, George also wanted to try the method of fighting fire with fire.
Sam, understanding the coach's intention, showed a cruel smile: "I know what to do, Coach."
It should be known that Sam was not a good person in school before, and George's current arrangement suited him perfectly.