The air momentarily solidified, the rolling heat waves surging.
Li Wei stood at the edge of the field, watching this scene, with helplessness and bitterness surging at the corners of his mouth.
Although he knew that injuries were part of the game, even though it was Foles who was hit by injuries at this moment, as a professional player, seeing injuries always made him sigh and feel powerless.
Houston. Berry. Luck. Smith.
And Watt.
Is it now Foles' turn?
Foles was ready, ready to prove himself, ready to give it his all, ready to fight to the end, yet before the first quarter ended, an accident happened—
Gone before the first success.
Everything from this offseason was vivid and rapidly stirred in his mind.
Li Wei exhaled a long breath, trying to shake off the miscellaneous thoughts in his mind, silently praying for Foles.
However, no miracle occurred.
Jones stood up, hands on hips, his usually expressionless face unable to hide his disappointment.
