Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1395 Adding insult to injury
"Grass!"

Anger destroyed reason and impulse broke free. Watson took a step forward and rushed towards Hopkins regardless of anything. The shame and anxiety tore at his soul. He just needed an excuse to vent his anger and save face. No matter who ran into the gun, the outcome would be the same.

Hopkins?

Just right.

However, before Watson could continue speaking, a figure stepped forward and forced his way in between the two men, then stretched out his hands and struck them hard in the chest with a single iron sand palm. The two men collapsed as if they had been hit on the head by a hammer.

"sit down!"

With an angry shout, Hopkins and Watson wilted. The two strong men had no ability to fight back and fell to the ground like good kids.

Although both of them were unwilling to accept the defeat and were ready to fight back angrily, they felt a tightness in their chests, their breath was blocked, and they couldn't breathe, and they couldn't make a sound.

Not only them, but also the other players nearby and O'Brien who was about to step forward were all stunned. They stared at the scene in amazement and couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

That was JJ Watt.

"Shut up."

"Shut up!"

Watt was angry, completely angry, with fire burning in his eyes, and his terrifying momentum suppressed all the noise and restlessness.

"Is this the time to blame each other? Is this the time to worry about whether we are shining? Is this the time to shift the blame and attack each other?"

"Don't worry, after you lose and return to the locker room, you will have a long, long time to have these 'happy times', and you can slowly settle the accounts then."

"But now?"

"Everyone calm down immediately, we still have a battle to finish!"

"You want to win?" Watt looked at Hopkins. Hopkins turned his head and looked elsewhere. In the end, he didn't say much.

Then Watt looked at Watson, "You want to win?"

Watson was furious and fought back without showing any weakness, "He provoked me first!"

Watt stared at Watson intently.

Watson has always been dissatisfied with Watt, who "takes advantage of his seniority". It is obvious that his condition has declined and he is no longer at his peak, but he still pretends to be the boss of the locker room. But in fact, the locker room should have entered a new era belonging to him long ago. Looking at Watt at this moment, Watson no longer concealed his dissatisfaction.

When will it be Watt's turn to teach him a lesson?
Watt noticed the stubbornness in Watson's eyes, and he did not back down.

Not only that, but he continued to press forward, "Do you want to win? Do you want to be a leader in the locker room? Do you want to be a spiritual leader like Levi?"

A word, a name, hurt Watson so much that his eyes turned red, but Watt had no intention of showing any mercy.

"Then show some attitude. Football is not a game where one person plays the hero. You need to trust your teammates and take responsibility for your own mistakes."

Step by step, aggressively.

"Do you want to win? Do you believe you can win? Do you have the ability to win?"

Three consecutive hits.

Watson's rationality suddenly snapped, and he stiffened his neck, "Nonsense!"

Watt charged back head-on, suppressing Watson's anger. "Then cheer up and lead your teammates to the court with your head held high."

"We still have a war to fight. Don't point your guns at your comrades. Never." "For God's sake, no one here wants victory more than I do! If you want to be a leader, then act like one, otherwise go back to college and play house!"

Mighty and vigorous!
Watt, who has always been approachable and kind, and who has always been gentle and kind, rarely shows his rage.

It poured down on Watson like a torrential rain.

Watson, who was full of energy, was suppressed completely and couldn't move at all. He finally stood up with great difficulty. He clenched his fists and screamed at Watt with a mixture of shame and anger. "Ah! Ahhhh!"

Just shout and run.

With a turn, Watson returned to the court, running all the way with his head down, venting out all his depression and anxiety.

On the side, Hopkins took a deep breath and stood up. Although he did not give face to O'Brien, he glanced at Watt and gave Watt face. He walked into the court slowly, straightened his back slowly, proud and stubborn.

The Houston Texans offense made consecutive appearances.

In the last offensive wave, everything went smoothly. Under the leadership of Watson, the Houston Texans played a rare smooth offense, until the interception, which completely ruined all previous efforts. No matter how gorgeous and cool the offense was, it was just an empty shell.

Now, this whole thing feels really weird—

Just after they came on the court, they watched the special teams perform a dazzling operation, and then continued to play. The offensive team seemed to have been there all the time but was clearly interrupted; moreover, they continued to attack, but their offensive position returned to the starting point, so that the previous smooth attacks seemed like a dream.

It seems real and fake, half dream and half awake.

With no breathing room, the Houston Texans' offense continued to play with momentum and fighting spirit, but was disrupted by anger, so that slight deviations and disordered breathing caused continuous interference.

It seems to be coming with great momentum and continuing to be strong; but in fact it is just for show and is useless.

Watson was still in Super Saiyan mode, passing and running, showing his talent to the fullest, but his energy consumption was continuing to rise.

Most directly, third gear increases.

In other words, the offensive efficiency of the first and second gears decreased.

Specifically from the data, the ground offense hit the wall more times, whether it was running back Hyde or Watson himself, the running tactics became clumsy and slow, and they encountered consecutive efficient interceptions by the Kansas City Chiefs. The average advancement yardage was limited to less than two yards, forcing Watson to increase the pass.

In fact, Reed's experience and wisdom can be seen from this one detail.

They seized the brief gap when the Houston Texans were fluctuating and confused, strengthened their ground defense, and accurately predicted O'Brien's changes; and the Kansas City Chiefs' defense was in high spirits, and although it seemed calm on the surface, the entire defense's startup and confrontation were actually improving.

Unexpectedly, the Kansas City Chiefs actually started with ground defense, further restricting the Houston Texans' attempts to gain a foothold.

As a result, after the Houston Texans hit the wall continuously on the ground, the possibility of them having to lean towards passing offense increased, the predictability of offensive tactics continued to improve, the layout of the Kansas City Chiefs defense became more relaxed, and the improvement in targeting and predictability brought efficiency.

Originally, the Kansas City Chiefs' secondary defense, which had been weak and unstable throughout the season, actually found some breathing space at this time, and the entire pass defense was more comfortable.

While you are sick, I will kill you.

The Kansas City Chiefs once again demonstrated the wisdom of a mature team, improving their condition at the right time, reading the context of the game, and creating more damage with less effort.

This moment is the best time to take advantage of the situation and launch an all-out attack.

Naturally, the passing pressure on Watson's shoulders continued to increase, and the efficiency of the passing offense also decreased.

A vicious cycle.

(End of this chapter)