"Wow!"
"As expected from the league's No. 1 rushing offense—the Kansas City Chiefs aren't backing down on third-and-three. They're going straight at them!"
"Hunt chooses the middle!"
"Following the lead of his offensive line, Hunt bulldozes forward for three yards, breaking through Jacksonville's defensive front with sheer power and determination. The Jaguars' stacked defensive formation couldn't stop him this time."
"The key issue? Marrone hesitated."
"He couldn't decide whether the Chiefs would run or pass. Third-and-three—too long to be a sure run, too short to be an obvious pass. Kansas City had too many options, forcing Marrone to account for everything, which disrupted their defensive execution."
"This moment alone proves that the Jaguars are feeling the pressure. The Chiefs' offense is gradually taking control of the game."
"Now, both teams are playing at full intensity, refusing to give an inch. It all comes down to who can hold their ground the longest."
On first-and-ten, the Jaguars' defensive front finally struck back, pressuring Smith into an off-target throw.
On second-and-ten, Smith hit Kelce on a screen pass. Kelce went head-to-head with Ramsey, battling for extra yards before barely gaining six.
On third-and-four, the Chiefs ran a play-action fake, but Hunt, taking the handoff, ran straight into two linebackers. Just as he was about to be taken down, he gritted his teeth and forced his way forward, barely pushing ahead for the necessary four yards—
But was it enough?
The distance was too close to call by eye.
The officials pulled out the chains for a measurement. Under a chorus of boos from the EverBank Field crowd, it was confirmed—Hunt had just barely crossed the line.
First down, Chiefs.
Gritty. Grueling. Exhilarating.
The game's intensity had reached new heights, yet the Chiefs kept grinding forward, now within the Jaguars' 20-yard line, inching closer to the end zone.
Then—
Linebacker Telvin Smith read the Chiefs' play-action fake perfectly, bursting into the pocket.
Kansas City's offensive line was fully focused on blocking Campbell and Jackson, completely missing defensive end Ngakoue, who slipped through easily to join Telvin in a two-man collapse.
Smith tried to dodge Telvin's rush, but he couldn't escape Ngakoue's grasp.
Sacked.
Loss of five yards.
"Roar!"
Ngakoue let out a fierce cry, chest-bumping Campbell and Jackson in celebration—
"Sacksonville" had finally struck.
Whenever the Jaguars' defensive front applied real pressure, their intricate defensive schemes quickly created advantages. They had proven it all season long.
Despite being put on their heels, Jacksonville's front line had stepped up. One pressure and one sack halted the Chiefs' rising momentum, forcing them to reset.
"Hunt's biggest weakness is his blocking ability."
"This time, Hunt completely missed picking up Telvin Smith, allowing him to break through. Of course, even if Hunt had made the block, Jacksonville's pass rush was relentless, and the sack might have still happened. But Hunt needs to stay alert."
"His focus is entirely on gaining yards and proving his value as a rusher. But in football, every position and every play matters."
"Oh, Reid is sending in Lance."
"It's clear—Kansas City knows the closer they get to the end zone, the tougher the defense becomes. They need a player who commands respect."
"When Lance is on the field, even as a decoy, he always draws attention. No one can ignore his presence."
"Second-and-fifteen—let's see what the Chiefs do next."
Pass? Or run?
And what role would Lance play?
Even the EverBank Field crowd shifted its entire focus onto Lance.
And the answer—
A run.
Campbell's eyes lit up. A run. They're running it.
His instinct kicked in—he swung around the edge, using his weight to overpower his blocker, leveraging him like a pole to spin inside.
A simple yet high-level move. Campbell had his man beat before he could even blink.
But—where was Lance?
Wasn't he supposed to break outside? Why wasn't he there?
Indeed, after taking the handoff from Smith, Lance initially took two quick steps to his right. But he immediately sensed the defense had read his movement.
The pressure hadn't decreased—it had intensified.
Not only was Campbell closing in, but Telvin Smith and Ramsey were also stepping up. Jacksonville was throwing everything at him.
Had the Chiefs run a play-action fake, this would have been the perfect opportunity. But the problem was—this was actually a run.
So—what now?
Between brute force and finesse, Lance chose the latter.
Unlike his last run, this time, the defense was prepared.
He stopped. His right leg planted hard, braking his momentum before he pivoted back toward the pocket.
For a brief second, Lance stood upright, scanning the field.
If he had a receiver open, he wouldn't mind making history with a running back pass—
After all, LaDainian Tomlinson's training template included passing plays.
But no one was open.
Since the team hadn't practiced this, Kelce and Hill were focused on blocking or pulling defenders away. No one expected Lance to throw.
A missed opportunity.
Still, Lance didn't hesitate. With one quick glance, he made his decision.
The middle.
There was no time to bounce left—that would only put him into another trap. But the middle? The middle had been left open as defenders had spread out to cover the edges. A brief window existed before they could recover.
Lance exploded forward.
He sprinted past Smith, diving straight into the trenches where linemen clashed like titans.
But there—just the smallest opening.
Lance angled his body, tiptoeing lightly past the tangled mess of linemen.
That's when defensive tackle Jackson reacted.
He pivoted, moved, and reached out—
Lance dodged.
Like a butterfly, he twisted his torso back, slipping just out of Jackson's reach. Then, on his toes, he moved sideways like a crab, leaving Jackson and his frustrated, snarling expression behind.
But before he could even take a breath—
Boom!
Middle linebacker Paul Posluszny landed a textbook tackle, wrapping him up.
So—was that the end of the play?
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