Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 488: 487 A Kind of Longing Chapter 488: 487 A Kind of Longing He fell, spun, and lunged.

In one fluid motion, Revis realized the football had slipped past his fingertips by a hair’s breadth and without hesitation, he reacted a second time.

In the dizzying chaos, Revis caught sight of Ertz’s number eighty-six jersey.

Without pause, his body torpedoed forward.

A tackle?

No, it was not possible.

Revis knew that in the 2015 season, he had missed ten tackles, which was why the New York Jets had cut him; facing the tight end who already had a positional advantage, coupled with his own physical condition and state, everything made tackling Ertz incredibly difficult.

Tonight, the entire game had been continuously proving this.

Now, he could not afford to make a mistake, he could not let pride take over his mind.

He needed to be more grounded.

So, not a tackle, but rather a collision.

Weight, power, combined with the force of gravity, Revis threw himself into Ertz’s body like a heavy weapon.

He was prepared to shatter to pieces.

Bang.

A loud crash.

The whole world was swept into a storm.

“Interception.”

“It’s an interception!”

“Revis intercepts Ertz on the spot, unbelievable!”

“Revis accurately predicted Foles’ intent to connect with Ertz and tried to intercept the pass, just falling short, but!”

“He didn’t give up.”

“Restarting on the spot, with a highly difficult one-legged support turn, diving headlong into Ertz, he gave no chance at all.”

“Pass incomplete!”

“Ertz couldn’t maintain his balance, couldn’t complete the catch, the most important and crucial catch of the game, and Ertz missed it.”

“…God!”

“Philadelphia Eagles, strike out.”

The words, breaking free from the tip of the tongue, burst out, but in the next second, they were caught up in shock and impact; Collinsworth and Michaels exchanged a look, brains buzzing—

After the first tackle and the first turnover of the game, the first punt finally happened.

Although the Kansas Chiefs had already struck out three times before, on those occasions, the Philadelphia Eagles had chosen to go for the fourth down and succeeded.

So, until now, no punt had occurred in this game.

But it was certain that Pederson was not going to take any more risks—

Philadelphia Eagles at their own twenty-four yard line, facing third and six yards, it was a very dangerous position.

Whether it was a failed fourth down conversion or any mistake during the attempt, the cost was more than the Philadelphia Eagles could bear.

Although it was already evident, it was incredible that Pederson hesitated for a moment, tonight had indeed been mad in all sorts of ways; at last, Pederson did not lose his mind, pulled back from the brink, took a deep breath, and waved his hand.

Special Duty Group appeared.

Punt!

Finally, the first punt of the game; and, most likely, the only punt as the game was running out of time.

Time, one minute twenty-one seconds.

Time outs, Kansas Chiefs one, Philadelphia Eagles three.

The score: “43:38”.

The suspense, at this moment, was pushed to its limit.

All of this was utterly insane, they were witnessing a game that would go down in history, and the suspense hung in the balance until the very last moment.

However.

Revis didn’t celebrate, not that he didn’t want to, but because he couldn’t.

Li Wei lay on the ground like a puddle of mud, unable to move even a finger.

His chest heaved laboriously, yet he felt no oxygen at all.

His focus dispersed as he stared at the ceiling of U.S.

Bank Stadium, his mind blank, devoid of thought, simply lying there.

He had tried his best, truly pushed himself to the limit.

Burned out.

Until a face appeared.

Li Wei.

Li Wei extended his hand, revealing a smile.

Revis was completely exhausted, barely mustering a bit of strength to grasp Li Wei’s right hand and shakily stand up with knees like noodles, hardly able to stabilize.

Then, Revis saw that scene—

Eyes, determined and courageous, looking towards him, brimming with belief.

Above the stands of the stadium, that vast expanse of red and boundless splendor all stood up.

Nobody spoke, only clenched their fists pounding their chests, once, then again.

Involuntarily, Revis’s heart began to beat again.

Words failed him, and in the end, Revis simply hugged Li Wei, patting his back with the remaining strength.

“The game isn’t over until the final whistle blows, right?”

Having said this, Revis smiled, a smile both fierce and tragic.

Finally, in Revis’s professional career, he selflessly fought not for himself but for his team, for his teammates fighting by his side, for the fans burning with spirit.

The feeling was, surprisingly, not bad at all.

Thump.

Thump.

The whole arena, hearts pounding against chests.

In the sole punt of the game, the Philadelphia Eagles still showcased Pederson’s daringness, trying some tricks mainly to consume time and disrupt the rhythm, continuing to complicate things, adding pressure on the opponents.

However, Reed kept his sanity.

He knew that punting away time now was meaningless; with such time, they might as well let the offense play an extra down.

So, even though the Philadelphia Eagles deliberately made a short punt to lure the Kansas Chiefs into a counterattack, the Kansas Chiefs Special Duty Group was very steady, securely controlling the football at their own thirty-three-yard mark, not counterattacking.

Finally, the Kansas Chiefs Offense took the field again.

So, how would they play this offensive wave?

Actually, this scene was not unfamiliar.

Faced with challenges like the Pittsburgh Steelers, the Tennessee Titans, the New England Patriots, and others, the Kansas Chiefs had faced such moments before; only now the situation was even more challenging—

Because Reed had only one timeout left.

And time was still ticking away.

One could imagine, the tactical options were immediately limited to a narrow scope.

They had no time for a ground assault; a passing play was highly likely; simultaneously, not just any pass, they needed to pass to the sidelines, to possibly create out-of-bounds stops, controlling the pace of the game.

Hard.

Moreover, do not forget that, facing the Pittsburgh Steelers, facing the Tennessee Titans, different offensive strategies and tricks have already exposed their cards, which also meant that the Philadelphia Eagles were not so easily fooled.

As hard as ascending to heaven.

The air was completely tense.

Li Wei immediately noticed Smith’s nervousness, his palms sweating involuntarily.

He knew that Smith still harbored the shadow of a recent fumble, the pressure of big moments possibly being Smith’s shackles.

But do not forget, everything has two sides.

The shadow could also become a driving force.

Li Wei also hadn’t forgotten the vulnerability in Smith’s eyes after the fumble, those moments of defiance and struggle, those feelings of injustice and suppression, vividly in his sight.

Then, Li Wei bumped Smith’s shoulder.

Smith startled, suddenly looked up.

Then, Smith saw Li Wei, his brow wrapped in gauze, revealing a smile.

“Captain.

I want to win once.”

The same words, yet they exploded with different power.

Smith’s heart squeezed, and he instinctively turned to look towards the player’s tunnel, where Revis, against the medic’s advice, stubbornly sat down, not going back to the locker room; Berry, leaning on crutches like a statue, still stood there, intensely focused on them.

A spirit, a passion, ignited fiercely in his chest.

He was sincere.

He really wanted to win for once, really, truly wanted it.