Percy West The Rookie Access

“You’re a quarterback?” The coach almost laughed. “Son, you look like a strong wind could put you on injured reserve.”

“You lost, kid?” A voice behind him. percy west the rookie

Percy West has never been the biggest, fastest, or most talented player on the field. What he has is an uncanny ability to read defenses and a quiet, unshakable resolve. Hailing from Millbrook, a faded farming town in Nebraska, Percy accepts a late-walk-on spot at North Central University (NCU), a once-proud football program now mired in losing seasons and locker room discord. “You’re a quarterback

The coach removed his sunglasses. Behind them, tired eyes that had seen a thousand rookies come and go. What he has is an uncanny ability to

Percy thought about it. “No, sir. But I figure you’ll see the rest on the field.”

Now, fifty yards away, real Division I players ran through warm-ups. Their cleats snapped in unison. Their voices echoed sharp and confident. Percy watched a linebacker bench-press a blocking sled like it owed him money.

Percy turned. A man in a sweaty polo shirt, clipboard tucked under his arm, sunglasses hiding his eyes. The whistle around his neck said coach . The scowl said get lost .