Strength deserted him, and he failed to maintain his balance. Brady fell hard on his back, but there was no time for regrets. He pushed himself up quickly with his hands, just in time to see the incomplete pass—
Heaven and hell were divided just like that.
Brady's annoyance surged. This time, his offense was completely suppressed, with no breathing space from the relentless onslaught. Clearly, the offensive line had to take responsibility for not completing the mission.
Yet, before his anger could explode, Brady saw Houston, who had also fallen, standing up, raising his arms high with a smile creeping onto his lips, just as Brady thought the other man was about to talk trash and he was ready to shoot back.
"Rookie!"
What?
Brady was taken aback, not understanding what Houston was shouting.
"Rookie!"
Houston looked at Brady, a smile on his lips, not boasting or looking fierce but instead stepping back with an easygoing air, leaving Brady's fury stuck in his throat.
