Friday Night Lights Page #10

are gettin' beat physically.

They're gettin' beat mentally.

They're really down.

We've seen games like this before, but

Permian's always been on the other end.

All right? We're lookin'

for the next play.

Comer got across the five.

Comer, to the 30, to the 35.

Comer could go all the way, folks.

Comer, 25, 20, 15,

10, 5.

That's a Mojo touchdown.

Chris Comer has brought

Permian back one more time.

We're in this ball game now.

We're in this ball game.

- 5:
27 to play. Carter still leads 34-21.

- Come on, Chavo!

They will pitch it to Grande.

Ripped away by Chavez.

Let's go!

Yeah! Come on!

Now strong right,

81 Trojan horse.

All right. Here we go, fellas.

Let's shock these punks.

Strong right, 81 Trojan horse.

Me and you, baby. We got it.

Throw it deep. On one, ready.

Mike Winchell to

Don Billingsley will go right.

They're on the run, but stop, wait.

Instead he's looking for a receiver.

Winchell's open.

Winchell's open in the end zone.

Winchell make a tremendous catch.

Winchell, with a touchdown reception,

scores the Mojo touchdown.

- Whoo!

- Yeah!

One more, one more.

But is it too little, too late

for Coach Gary Gaines?

Mojo defense is really

gonna have to step it up...

if they have a prayer of winning

the state championship.

Grande, across midfield.

Dropped at the 40.

- First down!

- Let's go, baby!

The clock now has to be a concern for

Coach Gary Gaines and the Permian staff.

We need to stop right now.

First and ten now for Carter

from the Permian 30.

Less than two minutes to play.

One more Carter first down,

folks, and that will be it.

- Grande hit.

- Yeah, baby!

They do know how to tackle.

All right!

What's my edge?

What's my edge?

Second down and long.

Promptly falls back.

Just keep rollin' it, baby.

Come on!

The clock continues to roll.

This will set up third down.

Permian desperately needs a stop

to get the ball back.

Grande right up the gun

over Chavez.

Maybe just doing what

he needs for a first down.

First down here,

and the game's over.

- It didn't make it.

- It's short.

- Short. By inches.

- Okay. Mm-hmm.

James immediately signals

he's goin' for it.

James is gonna gamble.

He can get these four inches and win the

state championship, right here, right now.

Okay, here's what we're gonna do.

We're gonna do a Texas stunt.

Now, Ivory, you and Steen,

I want you to twist.

Yes, sir.

- Steen, you go first.

- Yo, Coach.

Ivory, you come off his butt into the A gap.

Yes, sir.

Lucas, you crash the A gap, too.

Let's shut these cocky sons-of-guns down!

Now let's go!

Let's shut 'em down.

Go, Donnie, go!

Let's go! Let's shut 'em down

right now. Let's shut 'em down.

- Right here!

- Take 'em.

West Texas football, baby.

Whitaker comes to the line.

- Okay, let's go.

- Come on, D.

Looks across.

Calls the cadence.

Hut!

Hands to his running back.

Grande.

- Let it go. Let it go. Let it go.

- Damn it, boy!

Yeah!

- Mike, I want you to show 'em who we are.

- Yes, sir.

- Okay? Show 'em who we are.

- Execute.

As Winchell gathers his

teammates up into a huddle,

he can see on the big clock down

in the end zone...

- one minute and 40 seconds to play.

- Break!

One time out left, and he has

75 yards of Astrodome turf to go.

Green, 12, hut, hut, hut!

Winchell wings it off to Comer.

Comer has it, picks up a block.

- That a way, Comer!

- On three!

- Off to Billingsley.

- Billingsley breaks out a big event.

We're at a first down.

- Way to go, son!

- Stop the clock for goin' out of bounds.

Okay. Let's go. Let's go.

Let's get wild!

Come on, Michael!

- He wasn't ready!

- Let's go! Let's go!

Winchell adds time as he drops back.

He's looking to the right.

Payne is wide open

down the right sideline.

The pass is in the air.

This Tennessee-bound tracer comes halfway

across the field to knock the ball loose.

Payne had it.

I'll tell you. Mike Winchell, folks,

- showin' how tough he is.

- Come on, baby, get up!

To hang in there under

unsurmounting pressure.

Winchell appears to be okay, folks.

He's one tough dude.

- He's back on his feet.

- Let's go, baby! We need you, Mike!

- I right. 90.

- Mike, you all right?

- You all right?

- Yeah, I'm all right, man.

Under a minute to play...

52 seconds...

Winchell will scan, pick it to Comer.

It's a bootleg pass.

He's latched onto it.

It's Wyles, down to the Carter 25.

Look, I want you to feel it.

Show me some heart!

Permian showing

what a tough out they are.

Come on, Donnie! Go!

That's a first down!

Whose game, baby?

Whose game is it?

Come on. There we go.

Clay, he's hurt. He's hurt.

He grabs his shoulder.

Trapper helps him off the field.

Feels like he dislocated his shoulder.

- See ya, fella!

- Bye-bye!

Shake it off.

Get back out there.

- Strong left 90 Z five, ready?

- Break!

Permian with 35 seconds

to play go to Comer.

And Comer over the red zone.

- Ooh, God.

- Ooh!

Did you see that? I'll back up when

I'm through talkin' to you.

Comer is on Queer Street,

walking towards the Carter sideline.

Winchell on third down, again,

will drop the pass...

Hard to the turf. And Permian will now

have to burn their final time-out.

Third and final time-out.

You have to pass.

You have no choice but to pass.

All their backs are out.

- We gotta go to the air.

- You gotta throw the football.

- They ain't got no runnin' back.

- Trapper! Trapper! I need a runnin' back!

All right. Just relax.

We'll pop this back in.

- On the count of three. One, two...

- Aah!

We're good to go.

You're gonna set a Bronco stunt, then

drive into the full pass three-man coverage.

- You got that?

- Got it.

So, Clay, if you're Gary Gaines,

what do you do?

Coach Gaines is

done out of running backs.

We've got to go to the air.

- A vertical smash and go to a reverse.

- I agree. I agree.

Coach, we gotta get number one

across the goal line.

- Squeeze it.

- I agree.

Hang on a second, hang on a second.

Billingsley, can you do it?

- Yes, sir.

- You sure?

- Can you hang onto the ball?

- Yes, sir.

Okay, then. All right, now

here's what we're gonna do.

We're gonna do I right wiggle,

34 switchblade. Now, let's go, Mike.

Hey, Billingsley. They gonna

try to strip the ball from you.

Cover it. Cover the points.

Roll with it. Don't resist it.

You got it, baby. No more fumbles.

That's right! That's right!

Let's go, baby. It's in your hands.

Don't think about that shoulder.

Just keep driving your feet.

I right wiggle,

34 switchblade.

For the state championship.

I love all y'all, baby.

- I love all of ya. Let's go on one, ready?

- Break.

Fifty-five thousand people in

the Houston Astrodome, folks,

and every seat is empty

because everyone is on their feet.

His offensive line digs in.

The Carter defense digs in

to face it.

- Down!

- Switch.

312. 312.

Come on.

Run it right down his throat.

- Hut.

- He hands it off to Don Billingsley.

Billingsley is lookin' like Larry Csonka.

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