Touch Football Script

Eli dove. Not for the end zone—there were still twenty yards to go. He dove for the ball like a man falling into a frozen lake to save someone else. He caught it at the thirty. He landed on his hip. The whistle blew. Touch. Not a touchdown. Just touch.

“Okay,” Leo said, his voice steady. “Touch football script. Fake screen left. Eli, you clear the safety. Jenny, curl at the sticks. Paul, you’re the flat.” Touch Football Script

Leo tapped his chest. “I’m rolling right. If it’s not there, I run.” Eli dove

Force linebackers to commit to underneath routes. Script: "Ace Right, Mesh, On One." Execution: ” Leo said