Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 474: 473 Crazy Half Chapter 474: 473 Crazy Half Wow!

The entire field erupted in cheers—

Elliott clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth, and let out a silent roar to pump himself up.

This time, Elliott didn’t make any mistakes, and his extra point was right on target.

“23:17”.

The first half came to an end, and the 52nd Super Bowl was already halfway through.

The Philadelphia Eagles finished the first half with a hard-to-fathom, exhilarating morale, striding into the locker room with a six-point lead.

And with that, they unleashed the energy.

“Incredible!”

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Collinsworth was almost at a loss for words.

Even though he had anticipated a thrilling game, even though he believed this underdog matchup would bring surprises, experiencing the first half firsthand was still enough to make his brain boom with a torrent of shock that wouldn’t stop.

Revolutionary!

Frenetic!

For the first time in Super Bowl history, there was not a single punt in the first half, with every offensive group’s appearance resulting in at least field goal range.

Then, both teams shattered their own records and, in partnership, set a new Super Bowl history with a combined advance of 673 yards; moreover, it was also a Super Bowl first to have both quarterbacks surpass 200 passing yards by halftime:

Smith, 276 yards; Foles, 215 yards.

Moreover, unbelievably, this was the first time in Super Bowl history that both teams’ special duty groups made critical errors, with the Philadelphia Eagles missing an extra point and the Kansas City Chieftains missing a field goal, indirectly proving the close and intense nature of the match, where the tension could be felt down to the details—

No one was exempt.

Such high-quality gameplay painted an incredibly beautiful and spectacular end to the first half.

Fourth and one, and a touchdown on fourth down.

The Philadelphia Eagles executed a “Philly Special” with a sixth-round center Jason Kelce, an undrafted running back Clement, an undrafted tight end Burton, and a third-round backup quarterback Foles joining forces in one of the most legendary trick plays in Super Bowl history.

In the end, Burton connected with Foles for a one-yard touchdown pass.

Stunning!

Shocking!

An exceptionally brilliant game went into halftime in the most spectacular fashion, effortlessly igniting and exploding the atmosphere of fervor.

Even for veterans like Collinsworth and Michaels, they were left jaw-dropped and brain-frozen.

“Wow.”

“The ‘Philly Special’, Pederson is firm enough, meticulous enough, bold enough, and brave enough…

and crazy enough to call such a play at such a game, at such a moment, in such a situation, instantly elevating the 52nd Super Bowl to its peak in excitement.”

“Didn’t see that coming.”

“Never saw it coming.”

“Two dark horses, two rookies, two young teams lacking experience and filled with vigor and raw talent, have both shed their burdens to fully commit, colliding into unbelievable sparks on the Super Bowl stage.

Now, this game has ignited everyone’s minds in an inconceivable way.”

“Even though it’s invisible to the naked eye, U.S.

Bank Stadium is bursting with fireworks, and every head is continuously exploding with surging energy.”

Wow, oh, aah.

Li Yi only felt the world spinning around him, whirling at the speed of light, with all the red, blue, and white blending and interweaving rapidly, eventually turning into a loud roar that continuously assaulted his eardrums, a kind of indescribable exhilaration sprouting from the depths of his heart.

So, this was Football, this was the Super Bowl, this was the pinnacle of Huashan Swordsmanship Meeting.

So, this was the stage where Li Wei was running, burning, and shining.

Unwittingly, his eyes warmed with tears.

Words fail to capture even one ten-thousandth of the emotion in his heart at this moment.

Now, Li Yi finally understood why Li Wei’s eyes always sparkled with such brilliance whenever he talked about football.

“Now, the opponent is gaining the upper hand, right?”

Li Yi felt dizzy, his brain severely lacking oxygen, making it difficult to judge accurately.

Jiang Yin pressed her hands together over her heart, nodding gently, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on the field.

Despite Li Wei being as small as a matchstick on the field, she easily found her child, watching silently, praying quietly.

It wasn’t just her.

Perry was the same, breathing heavily, the sound of his heartbeat so fierce and so clear it seemed it could burst at any second.

A tense anxiety permeated the entire VIP room; after the excitement and agitation passed, a suffocating sense of oppression settled heavily in their chests.

To be precise, the entire U.S.

Bank Stadium, the whole of Kansas City, felt this way.

Pressure, like a landslide, and still, it continued to climb.

Provo was almost suffocating, the stress response in his mind screaming: Flee.

It was the same situation again, the same deadlock and tension as if his presence in the Kansas City Chiefs’ game always meant things would get mired.

He was a jinx, he had ruined his own life and future, and now he was ruining the greatest hope of Kansas City.

He should leave.

Coming to Minneapolis had been an utter mistake.

The Kansas City Chiefs had already delivered such a spectacular performance in the first half, with Smith playing the best game of the season; but the Philadelphia Eagles still managed to ignite their cosmos and unleashed an unbelievable energy—

And then, the Kansas City Chiefs fell behind at halftime, in such a manner.

“Philly Special.”

“Philly Special!”

It wasn’t just social media that was frantically circulating the term, the scene at the entrance to the U.S.

Bank Stadium was no exception.

Philadelphia Eagles fans collectively fell into a frenzy.

Chants, over and over, kept circling in the air, completely igniting the morale of the Eagles, and even the neutral fans were not exempted.

In a daze, it seemed as though the Kansas City Chiefs had fallen into a position with no one to support them.

Provo thought he should leave, as long as he left, everything would be fine, and the Kansas City Chiefs would return to the path of victory.

But.

Should he?

Provo controlled himself.

Over the past two, three years, he had always been running away, hiding, denying, and life had cornered him, leaving him gasping for breath, without hope, where even struggling to survive seemed a luxury.

Now, he didn’t want to keep running.

He wanted to face reality, face difficulties, face challenges.

As Li Wei had said, to have no regrets.

Even in defeat, they would face it squarely and say confidently:

They had given their all, they had broken themselves apart, they had held nothing back, they had no regrets or remorse.

That’s football, and that’s life.

So.

Provo took a deep breath, using all his strength to suppress his fear, and stood his ground, taking a step forward with his head held high and chest out.

This time, he would not run away.

No matter the situation or the outcome, he would fight alongside the Kansas City Chiefs until the very end.

“Fly.”

Provo mustered his courage and shouted.

It wasn’t easy, because the whole stadium was in a frenzy for “Philly Special,” but Provo didn’t give up, quietly, intently, persistently repeating.

Again, and again, the fervent cry came from deep within his soul.

“Fly!”