Coach Lee work with you off to the side on taking a handoff. You watch for a few plays, then when I give you the nod, you get in there. Also, I liked the way you shoved Varnett right back when he tried to take your spot in the huddle.â
âThat was good?â Harrison asked, his forehead wrinkling up under his helmet. âThat wasnât unsportsmanlike?â
âNo, that was just standing your ground and being tough,â Coach said. âThat was good.â
âCoach, youâre making my head spin.â
âRelax. Youâll get it, and when you do, Harrison, I think you could be great. But that was just one run. Maybe you were just lucky.â
Coach gave his whistle a blast. âLetâs find out.â
Chapter Twenty-Six
HARRISON HAD NEVER BEFORE felt so much joy for such a long period of time, and when they lined up and ran sprints and Coach called them in to wrap up practice, Harrison didnât want it to end. There were a couple times where two defenders got onto his legs at the same time and then another one or two players were able to topple him over, but otherwise, every time he touched the football, Harrison sprinted, blasted, spun, and plowed his way into the end zone. He was bigger and faster than everyone. He was like a man among boys.
It was more than just his size, speed, and strength. It was his intensityâeven Coach said so. There was a well of fiery red anger inside him that he could just tap into when he had the ball in his hands. It would erupt out of him, and then he could just cap it until the next time he had the chance to hit within the rules of the game. It was magical, and it left him calm and tired and happy.
During the course of practice, Harrison had sent three kids to the sideline with bumps and bruises. One of them was Leo Howard. In fact, Harrison had looked for Leo during the mayhem of each play. If Leo was even close to being between Harrison and the goal line, Harrison attacked him. Harrison wasnât sure if he really did hurt Leoâs shoulder or if Leo faked it just to avoid Harrisonâs repeated punishment. Either way, the big red-headed linebacker couldnât even look at Harrison as the team buzzed about in the locker room changing into their street clothes.
The only thing that felt better to Harrison than taming Leo Howard were the words he heard Coach Lee say to Coach during practice. After a thirty-yard run into the end zone that had Harrison leaping over two tacklers and dragging three more across the goal line on his back, the coaches told Harrison to take a couple plays off. He stood huffing behind the huddle when Coach Lee leaned close to Coach and whispered in a voice loud enough for Harrison to just make out, âThat kid is unstoppable .â
Coach glanced at his assistant. âHarrison? I know. I just wish he could play this week. Weâve got to get this one. Then next week, with him? This whole team will be unstoppable.â
âAnd youâll get the varsity job.â
Coach grinned. âI know no one does this for the money, but itâll be a nice pay raise for us both. Iâve had my eye on a new fishing boat.â
Harrison banged his locker shut and swelled with pride as he remembered the coachesâ words and that he , Harrison Johnson, would be able to bring such good fortune not only to the entire team but to his new family.
âHey.â Justin jabbed Harrisonâs shoulder. âLike I said, a monster.â
Harrison blushed. âIt was fun.â
âFun for you. The rest of us need three days off. Do you live in the village?â
âYes.â
âGood. You want to get some Subway?â
âSubway?â
âA sandwich. A lot of us go after practice on our way home. Weâre supposed to keep our weight up, you know.â
âNo. Thanks, though.â Harrison didnât have any money, but he didnât want to say that was the reason.
âAw,