Huff. Huff.
Watt was panting heavily, sweat soaking his body, his calves trembling constantly. If he could, he'd want to just lie on the ground, motionless, just lying there.
Huff. Huff.
Brady was gasping for air, sweat pouring down, his dry, hot breaths nearly exploding in his chest, even moving a finger was difficult.
Tonight's game was tense and high-energy throughout, from the stalemate of the first three quarters to the bloody confrontation in the fourth quarter, every minute and second was a test, a dual challenge of mental and physical limits, and even the offensive players with a slight advantage were equally struggling.
Uh.
Brady took a deep breath, his mouth filled with a bloody taste, clenched his fist, and stood up again, ignoring Watt, quickly gathering the offensive group to plan their strategy with every second they had.
No time to complain, no time to be upset; they had to move forward and focus on the next drive.
