Thud. Thud. Thud.

Danny’s heart was pounding out of his chest. He sucked in a breath and let one out as he took his position at the ten yard line.

This was it. There were ten ticks left on the clock and once they were gone, they’d be state champs— they’d win 24-23.

One blink, the ball was still on the stand. Two blinks, the ball was being kicked. Three blinks, the ball was in the air. And it was coming straight for Danny.