Snap to John, John back peddles. Plenty of time. Plenty of time. Plenty of time. He's moving to his left. Shuffling,
shuffling, shuffling. All kinds of time. Now the heat comes. He's got to run to the right. John Beck is on the run, he throws behind him, IT IS...
(screaming in the background) CAUGHT FOR THE TOUCHDOWN!!! CAUGHT FOR THE TOUCHDOWN!! CAUGHT FOR THE TOUCHDOWN!!!