True story. I didn’t play football at all until 8th grade. Up until that year I went to this little church school that didn’t have a team. I wanted to play defense, and Coach put me at LB or end. Spoiler: I was not end sized. But it was middle school and not many people really were. First live snap of the first practice I got absolutely planted. Okay, so football is physical huh? Keep working! I was a pint sized kid and I kept at it the entire season. Didn’t see the field until the final series of the final day of the season. But all credit in the world, Coach put me and a few other practice kids like me in, with us hanging onto a 13-7 lead, with a 9-0 season on the line against our cross-county rival. On the snap on 3rd and long I dropped into coverage, read the QB telegraphing where he was going, and got just enough height on my jump to pick him off and we ran out the clock.
Forty years ago this year. Still remember it, even though I was a lot better in a couple other sports. All that to say, heck yeah you put those guys in even if it’s the last play in the game.