When Harry led the team onto the field, the roar of the crowd rang across the entire stadium.
Here, Harry was the undisputed heart of the team, the one everyone counted on!
When they reached the 25-yard line, Harry called his teammates over and gathered them in a huddle...
He draped an arm around the necks of two big linemen and leaned forward, shouting, "You guys ready?"
"Yeah!"
Feeling his teammates respond, Harry called out, his excitement rising. "The defense just gave them a taste of what we can do. Now it's our turn to score!"
"Yeah!"
Watching his teammates grow more fired up by the second, Harry shouted, "Let's get a touchdown..."
"Touchdown! Whoo!"
The offensive players chanted wildly as they bounced along, clapping their hands on their way to their positions.
As the 195-centimeter, 108-kilogram Black Man "Painkiller" passed Harry, he gave him a smack on the butt and said, "Focus downfield. I've got your blind side.
Tear their defense apart with a pass..."
Harry grinned and bumped fists with Painkiller, then wiped the sweat from his hands with the towel tucked into his waistband.
He watched the tense Blair High School defense finish setting up across from them. Then he bent forward, hands loosely clasped at his chest, and shouted out the play call: "Red 18, red 18..."
Steve had been standing on the sidelines with his arms folded. When he saw Harry calling the play on the field, he turned and went back to his seat.
Norman Osborn, unable to sit still, leaned toward Steve and said, a little annoyed, "Buddy, supporting your players is part of a Coach's job.
Don't you think you're taking this a little too far?
You were completely focused on directing those kids just a minute ago..."
Steve looked at the