The only "Trickery" I want to see tomorrow is from the defense. I want to see a coaching scheme, well executed by the players, that pressures the quarterback and stops running backs consistently without a blitz. I want to see blitzes that plant Barkley in the turf for fifteen yard losses or blow up runs five yards behind the line of scrimmage.
I want to see "trickery" that doesn't leave the secondary hung out to dry and porous – short, medium, long or XXXL. I want to see an Irish defense that lives up to its potential and continually pounds, confounds and shuts down "Southern Cal's" anemic offense.
The offense is humming. Hell, it's a note or two away from belting out an ear-numbing, glass-shattering, pitch-perfect chorale. A no huddle here and a wildcat there are fine and all that's needed.
I'm not asking for much. It's quite simple, really. Whether there's a 3, 10 or 64 on the Irish side of the scoreboard at the end of the game, I want to see a 0 on the USC side.
I expect to be liftin' me tumbler o' Jameson in a sweet, sweet victory toast come morrow's eve.