Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 484: 483 Blood Splattered on the Spot Chapter 484: 483 Blood Splattered on the Spot “Damn, the pocket’s broken!”

“The Philadelphia Eagles’ five-man rush suddenly pushes forward, God, Smith is backing away, Smith is dodging.”

“Ah!”

“Graham!

Brandon Graham breaks through the block and cuts into the pocket, leading the charge to intercept Smith.”

“Sack!”

“Jesus Christ, sack!”

“Graham sacks Smith!”

“Philadelphia Eagles’ number fifty-five, last season’s nationwide second-team Defensive End, Graham, who had had an average performance this season and this game, steps up at the most crucial moment.

This is the first sack of the game for both teams, the first quarterback sack.”

“Unbelievable!”

“Ah, a fumble.”

“Oh my…”

Collinsworth was completely stunned, unable to believe his eyes—

Pressure, slowly building up.

The situation, layer by layer, becomes more tenacious.

Like a stretched elastic band reaching a critical point, it will snap, either the east wind prevails over the west wind, or the west wind over the east.

Everything was as expected.

But when it actually happened, the shock and impact were still strong and fierce, gripping the heart almost to the point of exploding.

Although the Philadelphia Eagles missed the extra point for the second time in the game, this time it did not become a turning point for the Kansas City Chiefs’ rise but instead marked a desperate and vigorous effort by the Philadelphia Eagles’ defensive group, producing the most spectacular defensive play of the night at U.S.

Bank Stadium.

For a moment, the brain roared, completely losing the ability to react, instinctively, words not processed by the brain but directly refracted from the eyes, Michaels’ commentary circled over U.S.

Bank Stadium like a machine gun, opening fire full blast, stirring the crowd into a frenzy.

“The ball is dropped.”

“Graham not only sacked Smith but also forcibly knocked the football out of Smith’s arms.”

“Li Wei is chasing back!

Barnett is stepping up!”

“Wait, where did Defensive End Barnett come from, but clearly, Barnett has taken the initiative.”

“Barnett!”

“God, a head-on collision!”

“Li Wei’s helmet flies off, Barnett!

Barnett has got the football!”

“Barnett single-handedly controls the football first, Barnett covers the drop, and the ball belongs to the Philadelphia Eagles, this is the first sack and the first turnover of the game.”

“Unbelievable!”

“What exactly happened.”

Shock, astonishment, a tsunami in the brain.

Yet before there was time to fully react, the next second plunged into another shockwave, one wave hadn’t settled down before another wave invaded, never stopping.

“Wait, Li Wei, Li Wei seems to be injured.”

“God.”

The words had barely left his mouth, and Michaels was stunned—

Li Wei stood up, his face covered in blood, like a war god returning from the depths of hell, his eyes blazing with a murderous aura.

Above the field, Jiang Yin suddenly stood up, but her knees buckled, almost falling back, Li Yi and Donna and the others hastily supported Jiang Yin.

Jiang Yin barely managed to control herself, but her wildly beating heart was tearing apart, a roaring above her ears, staring at the tiny figure on the field, she raised her hand to cover her mouth, struggling to control herself, yet tears instantly blurred her vision, she felt dizzy.

On the field.

Kelsey came up.

Hill, Houston, Mahomes, and everyone else came up.

The medic also came up.

Li Wei kept waving his hand, “It’s fine.”

“It’s really fine.”

“Just a hit, really.

Look at me, alive and kicking.

What, does it look very scary?

Damn, my handsome image.”

Instead, Li Wei kept comforting everyone, urging everyone to calm down.

The team doctor swiftly examined him, exhaling deeply after.

Although the injury looked scary, it was just a scraped brow bone, which bled profusely but was not serious; however, just to be safe, the doctor conducted a simple concussion test to make sure multiple times that Li Wei was okay.

While narrating seems immensely lengthy, it was actually just a short moment.

The team doctor, still worried, asked Li Wei to return to the sideline for further examination.

Li Wei was about to leave, yet, in the thick of the crowd, he saw Smith sitting on the ground hanging his head down, immersed in deep self-blame.

Everyone’s attention was on Li Wei so much so that Smith was overlooked—

Drop the ball.

The game’s first sack.

The game’s first fumbled ball.

The game’s first turnover.

And it happened to Smith.

He had entered the field with high hopes and full confidence, yet his game ended in such a manner.

Li Wei couldn’t imagine what Smith was feeling; those self-reproaches, those frustrations, and those pains were indescribable by words—just a fraction of what he felt.

Even he himself, unable to cover the fumble and ultimately causing the turnover, felt the frustration and anger explode in his chest, let alone Smith.

Smith seemed as if he had been shattered, sitting there listlessly.

Taking a deep breath, Li Wei pushed through the crowd and walked up to him.

“Captain.”

Smith didn’t dare to lift his head.

“Captain!

This isn’t the end.”

Finally, Smith lifted his head and immediately saw Li Wei, blood-covered and in a sorry state, yet Li Wei’s smile was bright, firm, and confident—light radiated from him without any frustration, sorrow, or sadness, stronger and more determined than ever.

Li Wei believed that they might win, they might lose; any outcome was possible, and after this fumble, it became more real than ever—the crisis of losing the game gripped his heart.

But he was not ready to give up.

He could lose the game but would not let this moment defeat him.

He would fight to the end, strive until the last, and burn all his energy till the final moment.

The game was not over, so it was not over.

Ultimately, there would be an outcome, but he was ready to face it with dignity.

Then.

Li Wei clenched his right fist and thumped it on his chest.

“Still pounding.”

One gesture, one phrase, yet it was enough.

Smith took a deep breath, regained some sanity, grabbed Li Wei’s extended hand, and forcefully stood up, hugging Li Wei in the process, as a flood of emotions overwhelmed him.

“Li Wei, I want to win this time.”

Smith whispered, those feelings of frustration, bitterness, and grievances cautiously surfacing, as if despair was dragging him into the abyss.

He really—really truly wanted to win once; he had already given his all, had burned himself out, yet he stumbled just before the finish line.

So, was he not good enough?

Was he really not capable?

Unsatisfactory.

Truly unsatisfactory.

Involuntarily, Li Wei’s heart also felt heavy.

Li Wei thought of Berry, who was ambitious and spirited, yet all turned into frustration, only able to watch the game helplessly with a crutch.

He saw Smith, whom everyone called mediocre, pointing out his weaknesses and incapabilities, doomed to never lead the team to a championship.

But today, he played the best game of his career, with no reserves and giving his all, yet still not enough?

While people focus on the glory of championships and victories, they overlook the souls who have exhausted their efforts in pursuit of them.

Smith quickly realized his own lapse, took a breath to control himself, released the embrace, and walked off the field alongside the team doctor with Li Wei.

Next, the Kansas City Chiefs Defense and the Philadelphia Eagles Offensive group were about to take the field.

Through his blurred vision, Li Wei saw his teammates on the sideline neatly lined up and ready to play, all of them looking concernedly at him and Smith.

Li Wei also saw Berry, standing alone at the player tunnel entrance, wanting to get close but not daring to, clutching his crutch tightly and standing stiffly in place.

So, was this how it ended?

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Li Wei didn’t think so, Li Wei refused to think that way.

The two-minute warning hadn’t even arrived, and the fat lady hadn’t started singing yet.

Declaring it over now, would really be too soon.

This isn’t the end—this shouldn’t be the end.