Sudden stop, sudden turn!
Then, once again, sudden stop, sudden turn!
In the blink of an eye, Mahomes executed two rapid shifts, creating a breath of space, decisively leaving the pocket, his vision opening up completely.
Passing target?
Hill was sprinting down the left sideline, his steps already entering the Red Zone, but a defender was glued to his side, stride for stride, not allowing him to break free.
Watkins and Li Wei were on the right. Since Mahomes was standing on the left, from this angle, his vision was blocked by the tangled area of the front line, rendering it unclear. Vaguely, he could see the two continuing their vertical advance.
No, the view was obstructed.
Just as Mahomes was about to keep moving, the corner of his eye caught sight of Hightower lunging at him—
Damn it!
Mahomes darted left; Hightower relentlessly pursued.
