Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 456: 455 Tidal Awakening Chapter 456: 455 Tidal Awakening Pederson, “We were ready.”

Calm and confident.

When Pederson appeared in front of the media, he displayed his stability.

“Among the other thirty-one teams in the League, the one I least want to face but also most wish to compete against is the Chieftain.

I respect and admire the precious assets Coach Reed has brought to the League, including the benefits I’ve reaped myself, yet I was ready to embrace the championship in my own way,” he said.

Pederson: Coach Reed is good, but he has become outdated.

The future belongs to me.

The reporters buzzed excitedly, imagining headlines more sensational than the next; yet they were not about to let Pederson off the hook easily.

A rare opportunity.

Reporter, “Coach, what if reaching the top of the Super Bowl meant you had to trample over Reed’s corpse?”

Lightly, the reporter threw out bait, quietly setting a trap.

Pederson?

The coach immediately saw through the reporters’ tricks, yet he didn’t care at all.

“Patricide?”

“Yes, I was ready,” he replied.

Boom, boom, boom!

Though the reporter had painstakingly provoked such a sparking moment, when it actually happened, they were more surprised than anyone, hardly believing their own ears—

Happiness had just arrived!

Because of extreme excitement and exhilaration, the reporter had to start pinching their thigh.

Forget about clickbait, forget about taking things out of context, Pederson was the real king of drawing attention, his single statement overshadowing all else.

The “Philadelphia Inquirer” officially stepped into the fray with a declaration:

“Pederson: Patricide, ready.”

With that, all major news media peaked collectively.

Smoke filled the air.

It wasn’t just about Bart; it wasn’t just “within the League.”

To be precise, nobody needed to fan the flames; the Super Bowl Championship Trophy was within reach.

The entire season’s fierce, long journey had finally come to its ultimate moments.

No one wanted to miss out, and nobody was willing to back down.

The tension between the Philadelphia Eagles and the Kansas City Chiefs had already imperceptibly filled the air.

With those words “Patricide” from Pederson, a resolute stance was declared succinctly and clearly, causing a sensational stir across the entire League.

Pederson’s respect and admiration for Reed was undeniable; no one would question that.

Some even believed that the main reason the Philadelphia Eagles lost to the Kansas City Chiefs in the second week of the regular season was because Pederson was trying to prove himself by beating Reed at his own game.

Now, Pederson seemed to have finally made up his mind, ready for patricide, which also showcased the resolve of the Philadelphia Eagles.

In that instant, the scent of blood permeated the air, exactly the result all major news media had been eagerly waiting for.

Like a swarm of bees, the entire sports media of North America surged towards Kansas City, unable to wait to besiege Reed.

Now in the age of the internet, information traveled at the speed of light.

The second Pederson had just finished speaking, Kansas City was already boiling over, undoubtedly Reed must have heard the news from his office, mentally preparing for the crowds thronging the gates of the training facility—

The reason?

Take a look at the figures of team staff sneaking peeks one by one next to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office building, and it was clear no one would miss out on this news.

However.

As the party involved, standing in the eye of the storm, Reed seemed incredibly composed, still unhurried, still maintaining a poised demeanor.

Reed, “We are not strangers.”

That honest and simple appearance, wearing a smile throughout, all emotional fluctuations hidden behind his small glasses, completely imperceptible.@@novelbin@@

“This season, standing before any team, we were the underdogs, and it was the same for the Super Bowl.

We had gotten used to that.”

“Therefore, in the next game, we will still fight with all our might like underdogs, not for the result, but just to leave no regrets, to complete the growth and transformation of this season.

We are still young, and we still have a lot to learn slowly.”

Meanwhile, the Philadelphia Eagles showcased their youthful demeanor, placing the Kansas City Chiefs into an “older” category to challenge and rush against.

On this side, the Kansas City Chiefs also positioned themselves as the underdogs, equally emphasizing their youthfulness, even setting a more humble posture than their opponents.

The reporters looked at each other, hesitated for a moment but soon, one of them dropped a bombshell.

“Coach Reed, Coach Pederson said he’s prepared to trample over your dead body to reach the championship; if patricide was the condition for winning, he’s ready.”

The room fell dead silent—

More accurately, everyone held their breath.

Countless eyes awaited Reed’s reaction, even inside the office building at the Kansas City Chiefs Training Facility, where all noise had vanished.

Reed, “Ha.

Haha.”

Reporter: ???

Wait, that’s it?

The reporters had waited for a long part of the day and heard nothing more from Reed, just a couple of chuckles and then… nothing more.

Still, a reporter couldn’t help but ask persistently, “Coach Reed, aren’t you going to respond?”

Reed continued with the same expression, his plump cheeks brimming with smiles, “Mr.

Old Pederson might be saddened by that.”

Reporter: …So cold.

Obviously, everyone knew that Pederson’s mention of “patricide” didn’t mean actually killing one’s biological father, but Reed interpreted it that way nonetheless.

This…

Seeing that Reed was imperturbable, casually neutralizing a sharply trendy topic with a cold joke, the scene promptly pursued another question.

“So, Coach Reed, which team do you think can reach the championship?

Are the Kansas City Chiefs already equipped with the strength and temperament of champions?”

Just when the reporter thought he had cornered Reed, Reed displayed another innocent look, as if he wouldn’t harm a fly.

“Champion?

I believe we are already a championship team, American League champions.”

At the scene, a flock of Ravens slowly flew by.

Throughout, Reed, affable and akin to a kind grandfather, silently turned and left, leaving a group of reporters disheveled by the wind—

Indeed, with age comes wisdom.

Despite Reed’s expertly handling the media with a light touch, letting the media return empty-handed without providing any leverage.

However, Reed still couldn’t stop the media frenzy.

After all, there was only the final ultimate showdown left in the 2017 season; if not now, when?

“Reed: Unwilling to respond, let’s see the outcome on the field.”

“Reed refuses to get involved in a war of words, showing confidence in victory.”

“With a broad-minded approach to diffuse aggressive verbal attacks, the pre-match clash of tempers, Pederson’s assertiveness appears immature before Reed’s seasoned composure.”

“Rather than talking, look at the actions: Reed shows the wisdom of experience.”

“Reed by his deeds tells the young: Why is patricide so difficult?”

Indiscriminately, flying towards the flame, the bustle still spread far and wide, and the madness belonging to the Super Bowl inevitably arrived.

Moreover, it wasn’t just the two coaches; the players also one by one couldn’t keep quiet, everyone longed to be the center of attention at the annual grand feast.