Legendary Football Superstar

Luke went for the long bomb, his go-to move when the chips were down. With twenty- one yards to the end zone, he aimed for around twenty-three, twenty-four yards and let it fly. As long as Logan found a gap, it was a done deal.

Back in high school, Luke couldn't hit long passes with eighty percent accuracy, but now it was his secret weapon.

This wasn't some fifty or sixty-yard Hail Mary; it was a twenty-four-yard laser, straight and true. The football zipped out like a bullet. It might not have looked flashy, but it took a perfect mix of power, accuracy, control, and trajectory.

The second the ball left his hand, Luke felt it: he'd overthrown it.

In the heat of his first official game, that tiny change in feel threw him off. The pass went from twenty-three, twenty-four yards to twenty-seven, twenty-eight. It might not sound like much, but with the end zone as the target, those extra yards could mean the ball goes out of bounds, incomplete.

Luke gritted his teeth. Even with all his willpower, his game experience was still lacking. His eyes locked on the flying football, while his peripheral vision tracked the incoming defenders. Logan was double-teamed, with a player closing in from each side. But then, Logan kicked it into high gear under the pressure.

Logan knew the pass was overthrown too. To catch it, he had to sprint a couple more steps.

Those two steps threw off the defenders' timing with Logan.

Luke watched as Logan leaped, stretching his left hand to the max. His hand, like a fan, snagged the football. Logan's body stretched out like a bow ready to snap. That brief moment in the air was breathtaking. Then he twisted in mid-air, landing on one foot, then both, like Michael Jackson's gravity-defying lean, frozen in time.

One-handed catch!

Half a second. Just half a second, but it felt like time stopped. It was a dance, an amazing dance. Logan showed off his physical and skill talents, making everyone hold their breath. Even the noise seemed to vanish.

Half a second later, Logan's balance shifted, and he flew outward. He stumbled, trying to stay upright, but still crashed hard into the sideline padding. His shoulder screamed in pain, but Logan didn't care. He looked back at the ref in the end zone, waiting for utte can!!

Did he go out of bounds? Was the catch legit? Was the touchdown good?

The whole stadium went silent, all eyes on the refs. Three refs huddled up, having seen the catch from different angles. They confirmed Logan caught the ball in the end zone. The question was: did his feet land inbounds or out of bounds? When he went out of bounds, did he have control of the ball?

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

The head ref walked to the front of the end zone and raised both hands high, signaling, "Touchdown!"

The Rose Bowl went nuts!

Luke clenched his fists, all his energy surging into his hands. He did it. He completed the pass. He scored another touchdown. He turned the impossible into possible again. The emotions in his chest exploded like a volcano, every cell in his body cheering, shouting, and screaming.

Pure joy, pure exhilaration, pure abandon. He was lost in the moment.

Everyone roared like wild animals, celebrating this insane drive that ended with a touchdown in their own crazy ways!

Logan spread his arms, pretending to glide, and sprinted towards Luke. His face lit up with joy and excitement. "Bambi! Bambi! Bambi!" Logan hugged Luke tight. "I did it! I did it! You damn bastard! What a pass! What a beautiful pass!"

The game wasn't over yet; anything could still happen. But right now, at this moment, they could let loose and celebrate.

From "7:28" to "28:28," they unbelievably scored three touchdowns in the final quarter to tie the game! It was a feat, a miracle!

Jeff was losing his mind, screaming like a madman, his hands flailing in the air. He hugged Nate so tight it was like he was hanging on for dear life. Even after seeing the ref's signal again, Jeff couldn't wrap his head around it. It actually happened. His brain was buzzing with a million thoughts, but he couldn't put any of them into words. All he could do was shout, letting it all out in the most raw, primal way.

Jeff and Nate were just two regular UCLA Bruins fans, caught up in a wave of pure joy. Screams and shouts blended together, the wild excitement bursting from their chests. They had to let it out; they needed to let it out. The whole scene was like a tsunami, echoing through the Rose Bowl, wave after wave.

This is what makes sports so damn magical. Everyone thought the game was over, but from the depths of despair, a spark of hope ignited, launching their hearts from rock bottom to cloud nine!

On the flip side, the Trojans fans were in hell. Just ten minutes ago, they had the win in the bag; now, their opponents had tied it up.

The free fall was brutal, plunging them into rage. Boos, curses, and shouts rained down on the field like a storm. Some cursed the UCLA Bruins, some blamed the Trojans, and some just held their heads in disbelief.

Some even chucked their stuff onto the field: Trojans scarves, Trojans hats, Trojans jerseys. The whole Rose Bowl looked like a volcano erupting, with debris, lava, dust, and smoke raining down, turning everything into chaos.

"What did we just see! Jesus Christ! What did we just see! Seventy-nine seconds! Just seventy-nine seconds!" Kirk was barely holding it together, almost pounding the table. His emotions spilled out through his commentary. "After crossing midfield, the UCLA Bruins took just seventy-nine seconds and six plays to score a touchdown! A touchdown, another touchdown, delivering another gut punch to the Trojans!" "The whole drive was relentless, no breathing room, no buffer. Number eleven, Luke, with a series of rapid-fire plays, tore apart the Trojans' defense, securing the third touchdown of the fourth quarter." Kirk was practically spitting, not even noticing he was half out of his seat. The beauty of a comeback is in its jaw-dropping, unbelievable nature, and tonight, he was witnessing a miracle at the Rose Bowl!

Kirk's heart was racing, words pouring out uncontrollably. "No doubt, this relentless offense showcased the massive potential of the UCLA Bruins' lineup. Last year, Kevin Craft's success wasn't just luck. Now, under Luke's leadership, the Bruins have completed their comeback. After the special teams nailed the extra point, the game is tied again, and the ball is back in the Trojans' court."

"Listeners, everyone tuning in right now," Kirk had to stress it again, "In the 2011 NCAA football season finale, USC Trojans versus UCLA Bruins, with two minutes and fifty- eight seconds left, the Bruins have tied it up. The score is '28:28.' Next up, the Trojans take the offense. The game is on!"

Two minutes and fifty-eight seconds left, meaning the Trojans had the chance to win. If they could push past midfield and get into field goal range, they could seal the deal with a field goal. But if they couldn't? They just needed to run out the clock, head into overtime, and come back strong.

But for the UCLA Bruins, it was all on the defense now. They had to do everything to stop the Trojans' offense. The dream scenario? Force a turnover right away, giving their offense another shot, with Luke holding the final key to victory!

"Oh my God, oh my God, what did I just see?" Kirk's voice was already distorted, too excited, turning into a roar. "Turnover! The ball's been turned over! Matt Barkley, who's been solid all game, made a crucial mistake, and UCLA Bruins' number three, Rahim Moore, made the play! Rahim intercepted the pass! Rahim intercepted the pass! The ball's turned over, the ball's turned over right now, and the UCLA Bruins are about to take the field again! Oh my God, oh my God, this is definitely one of the most thrilling games in the history of the Los Angeles Derby!"noveldrama