Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 601: 600 Left Arm Right Arm Chapter 601: 600 Left Arm Right Arm “…The game is over, and the defending champions, the Kansas City Chiefs, withstood the test in a very close and fiercely contested battle, holding off the onslaught from last season’s playoff team, the Pittsburgh Steelers, with a precious victory to kick off the season, taking their first step in the defense of their title.”

“This game was very informative…”

Buzzing buzzing buzzing.

Arrowhead Stadium was in an uproar, Michaels had to stabilize his mind amidst the surging wave of heat, temporarily ignoring his wildly beating heart and burning blood, to stay focused and continue to do his job, summarizing the splendid opening game.

Inside the commentary box, Michaels, aided by headphones and a microphone, managed to grasp his attention; however, it was impossible on the field.

Antonio Brown’s expression was somber as water, his facial lines tensed up due to his clenched teeth, anger and irritability swirling in his veins—even though he had faced more than one failure in his career, and even more painful, more frustrating, and more humiliating defeats, today still—

Was hard to swallow.

Because of off-field issues as well as on-field performance.

Today, Brown was virtually invisible the entire game.

In the past, he targeted at least ten, fifteen, or more times per game, advancing a hundred yards was common.

But in this game, he was targeted only six times, completing three catches for seventeen yards.

These stats, haha.

Brown couldn’t remember the last time he was this embarrassed.

Moreover, this was a nationwide broadcast, the season opener, meaning the entire league was watching; this was truly a massive disgrace.

Those cheers, those heat waves, were like slaps in the face, harshly striking Brown’s face; all he wanted now was to leave Arrowhead Stadium and this damned Kansas City as soon as possible.

Just as he was about to step forward, Brown saw Li Wei coming towards him.

A tightness in his chest.

Was this guy coming specifically to humiliate him?

Or to stand up for Bell?

Or perhaps to exchange pleasantries insincerely, actually just to flaunt his victory and kick someone when they are down?

For a moment, his mind was flooded with thoughts.

But was Brown scared?

Impossible!

If Li Wei dared to spout nonsense in his face, he would absolutely retort on the spot.

As Li Wei was about to reach Brown, what seemed like a clash of titans about to happen, Li Wei suddenly sidestepped, not even sparing Brown a glance as if even a fleeting look was a waste of time, casually brushing Brown aside and passing by him, heading straight for Fuller.

Heading straight on, Li Wei patted Fuller’s shoulder, his smile completely blooming, “Great game, well played!”

Brown: His fist clenched.

Fuller was also slightly stunned, entirely unexpected that Li Wei would personally come to congratulate—

At the Kansas City Chiefs, this outsider who transferred during the offseason, still a stranger in the locker room, had not yet fully mingled in.

But now, as Li Wei stepped forward breaking the ice, other defensive group players also came to congratulate, more and more hands patting Fuller’s helmet, accompanied by chuckles and laughter, clearly someone was playing a prank, and the mood suddenly turned merry.

Fuller tried to respond to Li Wei, but couldn’t even open his mouth before being engulfed in pushing, shoving, and neck grabbing, finding himself swept into the storm of enthusiasm, watching helplessly as Li Wei cleverly extricated himself from the crowd, even waving at him:

Sorry, can’t help you there.

The look and expression were clearly making a prank.

Fuller: ???

Li Wei didn’t linger, turning around and forthrightly heading in another direction, completely oblivious to the furious, livid Brown, who walked away without a backward glance.

Brown: That’s it?

That’s it!

He, the great Antonio Brown, had a poor performance in one game, so what?

He was still the best Wide Receiver in the League!

Now, with the Pittsburgh Steelers lacking Bell, it was as if they had lost a left arm; Tomlin couldn’t possibly continue to disable himself by sidelining Brown as well.

Today’s game precisely proved that Tomlin needed to rely on Brown for a rich and dynamic tactical approach to break open the field.

Therefore, no one could underestimate Brown!

On the contrary, Brown believed that without Bell’s hindrance, this season would be his moment to shine, displaying all his abilities and potential.

He would prove that he was not only the best Wide Receiver in the League but also the best player in the League, using his Wide Receiver skills to change the outcome of games.

His goal was not just to be the best offensive player in the League but also the regular-season MVP.

The disregard and disdain Li Wei showed would be returned a hundredfold when they met at the pinnacle of the League during the American League finals.

Just you watch!

Though Brown gritted his teeth in anger, he managed to control himself and stormed off the field.

Originally, Brown wanted to head straight back to the locker room and then leave Arrowhead Stadium, but recalling the humiliation Li Wei had brought upon him, as if he were an insignificant nobody, he couldn’t swallow his pride.

Brown found a scapegoat—

Randy Fichtner, the Pittsburgh Steelers Offensive Coordinator.@@novelbin@@

His real discontent wasn’t with wine, Brown was really venting elsewhere:

If it wasn’t for Roethlisberger consistently failing to pass him the football, if it wasn’t for the offensive tactics stupidly using the best Wide Receiver in the League as mere bait until scrambling in the fourth quarter, the outcome of the game might have been different.

Fury was written all over him, his face red with anger.

Though the wild noise of victory celebration at Arrowhead Stadium drowned the sideline conversation, no one knew exactly what Brown reprimanded Fichtner about, but the scene was still captured by cameras and broadcasted live.

And so,

The whole League then knew that, following Bell, Brown and the coaching staff had also clashed.

So, what’s the story here?

To Li Wei, the matter wasn’t complicated.

Perhaps Li Wei didn’t understand NFL, or the subsequent developments with Bell and Brown, lacking the usual advantage of a cross-timer; but he knew one fundamental truth:

No one is irreplaceable.

Barcelona could trade Messi, Real Madrid could trade C-Ronaldo, Manchester United could trade Beckham, and so on.

This is the Professional League.

In the face of greater interests, players are ultimately just pawns, from soccer to basketball to football, it’s all the same.

If any player thinks they are irreplaceable and begins to challenge the authority of the coaching staff, the management, or the team owners, their end is already sealed.

When Bell spoke up for his personal interests, Brown chose to align with the team, which was indicative of his narrowness and stupidity—

If today the Pittsburgh Steelers dared to treat Bell this way, tomorrow they would dare to treat Brown or even Roethlisberger the same way.

Did Brown think he would be the exception?

Or did Brown think that Bell’s absence meant he would rule the locker room alone?

Then, through this game, Brown should have realized who the real boss of the locker room was:

Whoever it was, it definitely wasn’t Brown.