Seriously don't understand how it's hard to just turn your hips, plant your feet, and fukking run down the field and try to get a hand in his face or attempt to make it somewhat difficult on him to catch the ball.
You see the a$$hole running DIRECTLY AT YOU and instead of breaking your backpedal, you just admire his jersey?
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