"Roar!"
Rarely seen, Foster let out a roar, this normally silent and honest man during training showed his mettle in such a game, smashing the football onto the ground, igniting cheers from the entire field.
Opposite, Watson simply could not believe this scene, angrily taking off his helmet, cursing and muttering to himself all the way to the Tigers' rest area, his dark complexion could rival the bottom of a pot, the swearing wouldn't stop.
The situation, once again, quietly shifted.
At this moment, Sweeney also realized his mistake, but it was too late for regrets. Turning around, he saw Lawrence and the others' eager looks, hesitated no more, waved his hand boldly, and the main players took to the field—
If it had come to this, then victory was a must.
In competitive sports, there was nothing that a victory couldn't solve; if they won, all mistakes would vanish like smoke, and the Tigers' spring preparations could conclude with a perfect ending.