Brady, have you lost your mind?
Maybe.
Brilland was keeping a watchful eye on the scattered New England Patriots wide receivers around him, avoiding being encircled, alert and vigilant.
But then, he saw Brady, eyes red, blindly and frantically charging straight at him, like a bull seeing a red rag.
What's going on?
Brady? Number twelve for the New England Patriots? Are you sure there's no mistake?
Brilland didn't have time to think, his body instinctively sidestepped, stepping to his right, positioning himself just enough to avoid Brady—
Brady missed.
Yes, just like that, he missed.
And then… there was nothing.
Brady: ??? What just happened?
Brady barely had time to think as his momentum propelled him forward, crashing to the ground in a full body sprawl, like a hungry dog lunging for food.
Brilland: ??? Is that all?
Brilland also wore a puzzled expression, wondering what just happened?
However, he had no time to worry about Brady, as danger still lurked ahead.
