Fairy Tale

Chapter 64: Celebration

Emily held Mama Lee's arm and Sonya's hand most of the game, she had many heart attacks and near death experiences during the game. She lost her voice somewhere in the third quarter. And her hands were red from clapping. (Newt took pity on her and got her a bell she could ring instead.) The game was so close. It was touch down for touch down.

Thomas was taken out of the game right at the end of the 3rd. The defensive tackle hit him too high, and made his head rattle too much. He went straight back for a concussion check and hadn't come back until just now. (Newt was quite anxious for a while. Bear had qued him to anxiety.) And Ben kept fumbling the ball. Minho was relying on Winston the other receiver, a kid named Henry, their running back. Minho had also ran the ball a few times himself. Sliding across the first down mark. Frypan had hit each kick in and punt with no problems. Defense was doing everything possible to disrupt the plays from the other team. Gally smacked the ball a few times causing an incomplete pass, he also sacked their quarter back a few times, much to the joys of Sonya.

Now, with only 1 minute left in play, the teams were tied. Thomas was back on the field. They had to get from their 40 down the field to score a touchdown or get in field goal range for Fry, to win it. The statium went quiet...giving Minho a chance to call the next play in the huddle.

They all lined up, Minho stood waiting, calling the play, changing the cadience, trying to get the other side to jump.

"DOWN....SEET.....HUT!"

The ball was snapped and Minho caught it. He scanned the field, saw his guy wide open, he threw it. The ball was caught and Henry was immidiatly tackled. And hard. He held the ball, but Henry didn't get back up. A time out was called and the athletic trainers came out. The stadium was silent holding its breath. Minho and a few others took a knee, waiting, hoping their guy was okay. The water boy came running and passed out some water. It was an aganizing few minutes. But they got him up, and they helped him hobble off the field to a round of applause and cheers.

Ben took Henry's spot. They huddled up. They had made it to centre field. They needed at least another twenty yards to make it into field goal range.

They lined up. Minho yelling the play in code words. The ball was snapped. It looked like he had passed it to his one running back, but when he went to throw it, he handed it off to the other one. He ran, was almost tripped up but stayed on his feet and pushed for the first down.

"Move move move!" Minho screamed. The offensive line scrambled to line up and snapped the ball quickly. Every player was covered. Minho had to spin from the safety of the pocket as it collapsed, he pumped a few times, faking a throw, but he decided to just run it himself, getting another 8 yards.

"Come on! Come on!" Emily muttered, she had no nails left. The entire stadium was on their feet. Willing their team to get the yards by cheering.

Minho called a quick time out as they lined up. They gathered around and calmed them down, went over the play. Emily saw them all clap and went to line up. A few guys shuffled around, changing positions, trying to throw the defense off. Minho called for the snap. He caught it. Faked a hand off and then threw the pass straight down the middle. Thomas came out of no where, reached one hand up...two hands up. His opponent right ontop of him. They came down hard, in a tangle of arms and legs.

Thomas popped up, yelling in victory, slapping his helmet. They were only inches from a touch down now. And with only 10 seconds left.

They lined up. Emily grabbed Mama Lee who clung back. Both holding their breath.  Minho had the ball and as his line of guys pushed the defense back, Minho lunged forwards. A quarter back sneak. A massive dog pile happened, offense and defense piled ontop of each other.