The Clemson Tigers' Defensive Tackle Watkins was also highly focused, and in today's fourth quarter, his confidence was off the charts—
If he could tackle Jacobs and cause a fumble to turn the tide once, he believed he could tackle Li Wei and force another fumble to kill the game a second time.
Stomp. Stomp.
The right foot, like a bull, kept stamping the ground, gathering strength and fueling himself up.
"Attack!"
The moment Hertz shouted the kick-off slogan, Watkins had already charged forward, accompanied by a muffled "bang," his shoulder collided with the mountain of flesh before him, and his peripheral vision quickly scanned the field.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
Five seconds, only five seconds left in the match.