Go… go… go…
Amidst the cheers from the entire stadium, Mike, holding the ball, suddenly burst forward, his figure like a powerful cheetah. Before his opponents could react, he had already surged past the crowd, charging all the way into the opponent's end zone.
Touchdown!
Just a few seconds into the game, the Medford Team had already scored six points.
"Oh, what am I seeing? The Medford Team's quarterback, he's ruthless, ending the game in just a few seconds…"
"Yes, I'm certain that player Mike's strength far surpasses other high school students. His performance should be seen in a professional arena…"
The two hosts responsible for warming up and commentating the game on site immediately showered Mike with praise, given his popularity and excellent performance.
Of course, Mike's performance in this round was worthy of such accolades.
At the same time, the live broadcast camera focused on Mike, who was raising his arm and smiling as he waved to the audience, interacting with them.
Then the camera shifted to the faces of the Austin players. Having just lost a point, their faces showed negative emotions such as confusion, frustration, and disbelief.
This formed a stark contrast with the Medford players on the other side, who were cheering joyfully.
"Next, let's see how the Medford Team utilizes their second scoring opportunity…"
"God, it looks like they still plan to use their star strategy. Mike… Mike is carrying the ball into the end zone again…"
…
"I feel like the game is already over. No one can stop the Medford Team…"
Accompanied by the commentary, Mike, who had once again led his team to a full score in an offensive drive, had already led his players off the field for the offensive and defensive team substitution.
The Medford Team's excellent performance in the first offensive drive was bound to strike a blow to the opponent's morale.
The Austin Team knew what tactics the Medford Team would use, and they also knew who their core player was. But despite knowing this clear strategy, they still couldn't defend against it, which greatly dampened the players' enthusiasm.
"Nice job, Mike, keep it up!" During the rotation, George encouraged Mike, his absolute star player.
Ever since Mike's star strategy proved effective, George's tactical planning had become increasingly easy.
With Mike as a devastating weapon in the offensive team, he barely had to worry. He only needed to consider how to ensure the defensive team maintained their score advantage.
"Don't worry, George, the championship for this Summer League will definitely belong to Medford," Mike said confidently.
In the previous offensive drive, Mike had already largely gauged the overall strength of the Austin Team. While they were slightly better than average high school teams, their superiority was limited.
This team, last year's champions, seemed to be somewhat overrated.
Of course, Mike overlooked one point: his own physical condition had reached a superhuman level.
In this situation, he saw everyone else as weaklings.
Therefore, the initiative in this Summer League was, in fact, entirely in his own hands from beginning to end. As long as Mike wished, he alone could dominate the game.
What a coincidence, the Austin Team had somewhat humiliated the former Medford Team in an invitational match earlier this year, so Mike was prepared to give his opponents a small shock of power today.
As the game continued, Mike, leading the offensive team back onto the field, gradually unleashed his full potential.
He repeatedly shattered the opponents' psychological defenses in terms of strength, skill, and speed.
Thus, the remainder of the game became a torturous journey for the Austin Team.
And for the audience who supported Medford and Mike, it was a visual feast.
The scene was, at times, quite brutal.
But then again, Texans just love that kind of thing.
An hour later, amidst the cheers from the audience that threatened to lift the stadium roof, the game finally concluded.
The Medford Team, with Mike's "little display of skill," won by a significant margin.
At the same time, as the Medford players celebrated the cheers, the Austin Team players, who had been tormented throughout the game, quietly exited the field.
Many of them were relieved to still be in one piece.
It should be known that although Mike didn't deliberately aim to injure anyone in this game, his powerful physical condition still meant that opponents could easily get hurt if they weren't careful.
Throughout the game, Austin had to substitute three defensive tackles due to injuries.
"Coach, it's almost time for the award ceremony!" After a brief celebration with his teammates on the field, Mike went to the edge of the playing area.
In the resting area outside the field, George was in a daze. It seemed the happiness had come too suddenly, leaving him momentarily speechless.
"Oh, I'm coming." Hearing the prompt, George stood up stiffly, then tugged at his brand-new suit.
To show the importance he placed on today's game, George had specifically prepared a formal outfit for himself before the match.
It was now coming in handy.
"My hair isn't messed up, is it?" George asked softly as he stepped onto the field.
"No, you look very handsome right now," Mike replied with a smile.
George used to always appear gentle and composed; it was rare to see him flustered by nervousness.
"That's good," George nodded, his expression still very tense.
However, this was understandable, as he had always been unremarkable during his time as a professional football player.
And later, when he was a college football coach, his team's performance was consistently poor, and he was even fired by the college team.
Under these circumstances, who would have thought that he, who had fallen to coaching a high school football team, would actually find his moment of glory here?
The high school Summer League championship, this honor was not to be underestimated.
Just as George was reflecting on life, the Medford players were hugging and celebrating, and the audience was cheering loudly, a temporary awards stage had already been set up in the center of the field where the game had just taken place.
Then, surrounded by the players, Mike and George stood in the middle of the awards stage, with the still-excited players gathered around them.
Next, witnessed by the media and the audience, the league organizers' representative first presented each member of the Medford Team with a small golden medal.
Finally, a golden ball-shaped trophy was handed to Mike and George.
As confetti rained down, the moment Mike and George raised the trophy was captured by countless flashing cameras on site.
"Thank you, Mike. You're the best player I've ever coached, bar none," George said with sudden emotion.
It should be known that George, who had dedicated many years to the sport of football, was experiencing such a profound sense of accomplishment in this sport for the very first time.
After the award ceremony ended, it was time for the champion team's interview.
Suddenly, Mike was surrounded by a dense cluster of microphones.
Given the combat power he displayed through his powerful physique, reporters asked countless strange questions specifically targeting him, making his head spin.
It truly felt more tiring than playing another game.
Finally, during a lull in reporters' questions, Mike saw Principal Sam and a group of school teachers standing not far away.
Clearly, the teachers of Medford High also placed great importance on today's significant game, having specifically formed a team to come and support their school.
"Everyone, wait a moment!" Mike pushed through the crowd to the center of the teacher group and said to the reporters who had followed him: "These are my teachers from Medford High. This is Principal Sam, and this is the Dean of Students…"
"They have provided a lot of help for the Medford Team to achieve what it has today. So, if you have any questions about the team, you can ask them."
Mike used a tactic of "diverting trouble," putting the school teachers in front while he himself retreated a bit.
Of course, this scene, which Mike found troublesome, was an opportunity for the school teachers to gain exposure, and it was also a great chance to promote the school.
In any case, the smile on Principal Sam's face indicated that he was very happy at that moment.