Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 476: 475 Moonwalk Chapter 476: 475 Moonwalk “Exciting!”@@novelbin@@

“Undoubtedly spectacular, it could even be called the most entertaining and thrilling Super Bowl halftime show since the new millennium.

Generally speaking, finals tend to be the least interesting, most tedious, and least enjoyable matches once the knockout stage begins.

However, tonight the Philadelphia Eagles and the Kansas City Chiefs have overturned such stereotypes, joining forces to complete a truly peak showdown.”

“In the first half—although it might be a bit unfair to say— the Philadelphia Eagles played like the New England Patriots, not only embodying the poise and calm of five-time Super Bowl champions, but also perfectly replicating the tactical style of the Patriots.”

“Versatile, time management, bold yet meticulous, brave and decisive, exploiting mismatches, focusing on details, with a touch of help from the Goddess of Fortune.”

“Before the game, everyone was worried that Nick Foles might become the weak link for the Philadelphia Eagles; but Coach Pederson’s actions dispelled such concerns.”

“Coach Pederson did not keep Foles sheltered in a greenhouse because of his experience, depriving the quarterback of the chance to demonstrate his game management.

On the contrary, Coach Pederson opened up his playbook and told the backup quarterback, who was almost retired last season.”

“‘Try all the tactics, I’ll take all the consequences, you protect me with your outstanding performance,’ Coach Pederson entrusted all his trust to Foles, who responded with a performance worthy of a halftime MVP.”

“Although the Philadelphia Eagles were the popular choice to win as the National Conference’s top seed, their unparalleled performance in the first half was still eye-catching; Pederson and his team were ready for the crown.”

“Now, the pressure on the Kansas City Chiefs’ shoulders is slowly accumulating.”

Lively and incessant.

In the NBC broadcasting room directly above the U.S.

Bank Stadium, Collinsworth and Michaels were completely wowed, their praise and astonishment unceasing.

After Justin Timberlake’s halftime show ended, they immediately switched to second half mode, taking a professional perspective to analyze and anticipate.

The air in the entire Old Oak Tavern was slightly tense—

Crisis was imminent.

In the first half, it wasn’t that the Kansas City Chiefs played poorly, but that the Philadelphia Eagles performed too exceptionally, with a sense of tension and pressure that was suffocating.

What to do if your opponent suddenly turns into a Super Saiyan going completely berserk, if your team has given their best yet still trails at halftime…

In competitive sports, underdog stories of the weak overcoming the strong are often played out.

However, the insurmountable gap of absolute power remains a constant, with the victor usually being the side that performs better, whether in dark horse clashes or peak showdowns.

Now, the Philadelphia Eagles were the ones performing better.

That’s how simple it was.

So, what now?

Cheer on, just cheer on?

A sense of powerlessness, a shocking and overwhelming feeling akin to Mountains Beyond, crashing down without the strength to resist.

West wanted to light a cigarette.

Anderson stood behind the counter, trying to say something to inspire the fans, but what could he say in front of this spectacle?

Any words seemed pale and feeble, only revealing his own lack of confidence and shortness of breath, and could even backfire.

In such a situation, only real action could awaken the fighting spirit.

Perhaps, a touchdown; or, an interception, a sack.

Any action.

As long as they felt that the team’s fighting spirit was still ablaze, still bursting forth, still shining brilliantly.

Involuntarily, Anderson looked up at the television screen.

Then, Anderson saw—

Was that Li Wei?

*Cough cough.*

West couldn’t control himself and choked on his saliva, coughing violently, yet unwilling to avert his gaze, he silently watched the screen.

In the live broadcast, the Kansas City Chiefs and the Philadelphia Eagles’ players had already returned to the field.

On one side, the Philadelphia Eagles maintained their focus, entirely undistracted, their attention one hundred percent concentrated, readying themselves for the second half of the battle.

On the other side, the Kansas City Chiefs seemed a bit lax, chatting and laughing as if they were heading out on a picnic; moreover, Li Wei even started doing the Moonwalk.

Next to him, Kelsey, Houston, and the others covered their eyes in a demeanor of utter despair, yet Mahomes and his teammates studied Li Wei’s moves, their rigid and synchronous dance steps almost too comical to watch, perfect for slapstick comedy from the era of silent films, with a natural sense of humor emanating.

It was clear that they must have watched Justin Timberlake’s performance during the half-time break.

Logically speaking, the players should be like the Philadelphia Eagles, focused and immersed, not distracted.

The attitude of the Kansas City Chiefs was a clear sign of a sure defeat due to arrogance.

However, that wasn’t the case.

The stark contrast instead made the Philadelphia Eagles seem too tense, being in the lead and having performed well in the first half, the championship ring felt almost within reach.

The more they tried to concentrate, the tenser they became; but the Kansas City Chiefs appeared utterly confident and more than capable.

Indeed, despite giving their all and still trailing at the half, despite a stellar performance and still being outplayed, so what?

The Kansas City Chiefs were ready to enjoy the game and embrace the challenge, radiating from within an ease and confidence that said, “Let the storm hit harder.”

In competitive sports, you can never defeat those who truly enjoy what they do, because their belief and attitude transcend victory and defeat.

And so—

A smile gradually played upon West’s lips, his tense and anxious mood lightening up bit by bit.

Li Wei was still Li Wei, the Kansas City Chiefs were still the Kansas City Chiefs, never giving up despite being behind in the score, despite the desperate situation, always ready to face the challenge head-on with head high and chest out.

“Fly.”

West finally found his voice again.

One call after another, one phrase following another.

As he called out, his mood soared anew, traversing mountains and rivers, circling high above the U.S.

Bank Stadium.

Li Yi turned his head to see Jiang Yin and Donna Kelce standing up, raising their hands high with focused abandon, shouting with all their might.

A wave of excitement surged through him, and Li Yi also started to shout.

Suddenly, that passionate crimson swept through the entire stadium, not just among the Kansas City Chiefs fans but also those neutral fans who desired the game to be as thrilling as possible.

All voices tightly wound together, letting go and letting fly.

At that moment, the Super Bowl erupted with incredible energy.

Under the watchful eyes of many, the second half began.

In the first half, the Philadelphia Eagles took the initiative; in the second half, the Kansas City Chiefs began their comeback.

Smith led Li Wei, Kelsey, and other offensive group players with heads held high onto the field.

For the opening kick, the Philadelphia Eagles were very steady, kicking the football straight out of the end zone.

The Kansas City Chiefs were ready to commence their offense from their own twenty-five-yard line.

Smith bent over, thoroughly examining the positions of the Philadelphia Eagles’ defense, reading carefully—

Indeed, just as expected.

Smith maintained a focused and serious facade, composed in an atmosphere becoming increasingly tense and sticky, he raised his own voice.

“Attack!”

The command tore through the suffocating air.

The game began again.