The scalp goes numb.
The whole team is dumbfounded, staring at the scene unfolding before their eyes—
Li Wei, did his knee touch the ground? Was the play dead? Did Smith complete the tackle?
Smith rolls like a bowling ball, seemingly about to bring Li Wei down with a tackle, but in an instant, he loses track of Li Wei, only catching a glimpse of a red blur.
"Li Wei..."
"Li Wei!"
In the live broadcast, Michaels has lost all composure, his mind blank, unable to commentate, repeating that name over and over as the shock and excitement surge from his feet all the way up to his brain.
Li Wei's figure is in disarray, using both hands and feet, close to collapsing.
His chest heaves like a broken bellows, struggling to draw in oxygen, the pain spreading from his lungs to his entire body, threatening to come apart at any moment.
Yet, Li Wei doesn't give up—
Refuses to give up.
Forty-five-yard line.
Forty-yard line.
