"... touchdown."
Nantz's mind went blank, completely devoid of thought, relying solely on experience and instinct, the fervor and frenzy within him burning fiercely.
"Touchdown!"
"Touchdooown!"
He let it all out in one long breath, releasing his emotions unrestrained, his face flushed as though he had downed a bottle of red wine in one gulp—dizzy and disoriented, yet unable to contain his joy.
"The Kansas City Chiefs stood in the end zone, facing a challenging three-yard starting position, confronted by the Jacksonville Jaguars' determined breakthrough."
"However,"
"The Kansas City Chiefs sounded the horn for a counterattack."
"Three hits, three tackles, one close press—surprisingly, the Chiefs' rookie running back number twenty-three managed to break free, pushing forward despite losing his balance."
"Finally, Li Wei completed a long-run of one hundred and three yards, rushing to the touchdown."
"Wow!"
