Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1405 Ostrich Tactics
In front of Levi, Watt did not hide anything and frankly admitted that he still needed some time to lick his wounds. This defeat was really hurtful.

"I came here specifically because I saw it." Levi simply lay down next to Watt, looked up at the sky, and finally relaxed his whole body. "The game is over. Now, I'm in friend mode, please don't hurt our allies by mistake."

Watt: "Huh."

Laughed out loud again.

But it didn't last long, the smile calmed down again, and he paused, "Is this the end? I, uh, don't feel real."

Levi, "God, you haven't given up yet? If you want, we don't mind torturing you further, but are you sure you don't have masochistic tendencies? Before the wedding, I think you may need to confess to Kiria."

Watt just laughed out loud.

Originally, I felt a little sad and powerless, with that lingering sadness surging up, and my entire chest was like a black hole, swallowing up all light and energy.

But now that Levi teased him, a smile crept up the corners of his mouth, and he couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

Today, Watt really burned out. He had never felt this much energy in his career. It seemed that he was hollowed out inside and out. He didn't even want to move a finger. He used all his strength, but the upward arc of his mouth couldn't last long.
It's just... powerless.

Watt chuckled twice and joked, "Haha, what, if you give us a little more time, will you give up?"

Levi, "Oops, I got seen through. I wonder if the rest of your team saw this?"

Watt turned his head to look at Levi, "I didn't expect you to be such a rookie. What are you hinting at?"

Levi said calmly, "I'm not hinting at anything. I'm making it clear. JJ, you've given everything to this team, but they may not buy it."

Watt said nothing.

Levi shrugged lightly, "Believe it or not, they still won't be satisfied. Your loyalty and contribution do not deserve this kind of treatment."

Watt knew it, and it was precisely because he knew it that he looked even more embarrassed in front of Levi's frankness. He hurriedly changed the subject with a joke, "Since you know it, don't let us off in today's game and let us win once."

Levi noticed the unnaturalness in Watt's expression.

He understands that Watt has devoted everything to the Houston Texans and always believes that he would not be where he is today without the Houston Texans.

Watt was not an ungrateful person.

But in a professional league, interests come first. In the face of real power and interests, all emotions can be sacrificed.

No one is an exception.

Once upon a time, Watt was a powerful figure in his prime. He was the leader and banner of the Houston Texans, the North Star that the team and the city looked up to. Everyone hoped that Watt could play the role of savior, lead the team to break through the ceiling, reach the Super Bowl, and fulfill the team's long-cherished wish.

However, in recent years, Watt has been plagued by injuries and his condition has declined. In name, he is still the banner of the Houston Texans, but in fact he is standing in the eye of the storm. If Watt can no longer lead the team to the top, then Watt's salary will become a burden on the team's salary cap.

Today, the Houston Texans were once again defeated. Although the team achieved the best record and reached the conference finals for the first time, no one knows whether this will be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

However, is the problem really with Watt?

Watt exerted 200% of his energy, but he was unable to drag the entire team forward. After all, football cannot be played by just one person, and it is wrong to put all the problems of the Houston Texans on one person - not just any one person.

But the fans don't care.

They need a scapegoat, they need a sacrifice, they need an object of blame, they need a punching bag to vent their anger. Reality is so simple and so cruel.

In fact, what Levi wanted to say was that Watt had already given his entire loyalty, and he didn't need to feel guilty or think that he owed Houston anything.

But looking at the loss and confusion on Watt's face, Levi knew that now was not the best opportunity. As Watt said, he needed some time.

So, Levi stopped there and didn't continue to hurt Watt aggressively. He shifted his gaze along with Watt's words, "I did want to let you win, throughout the second half, but you couldn't seize the opportunity, and it was difficult for me."

Watt's eyes widened. "You mean you didn't give your all in the second half? Ha! I wonder who was still burning energy on the last play."

"Respect, that's called respecting your opponent."

"Go away, you're obviously very happy."

The two good friends were fighting back and forth, neither giving an inch. They were complaining to each other and pulling each other, but they didn't expect that there would be a chaotic noise coming from the side of the court.

One can vaguely sense that the noise is getting out of control.

what happened?

Watt and Levi exchanged glances, both sat up straight, and walked towards the direction of the noise. The scene... was like the Running of the Bulls in Spain.

The San Fermin Festival, also known as the Running of the Bulls, is held every July in the Spanish town of Pamplona. On the day of the festival, people release six bulls from the bull pen and run through the streets of the town. The bustling crowds fill every corner of the town, working together to drive, provoke and guide the bulls to the bullring at the other end of the city. In the end, these six bulls will become the prey of the matadors in the afternoon, bringing the carnival of Running of the Bulls to a successful conclusion.

This activity has long evolved into a world-famous game of bravery.

In front of us, Watson was the Bull, running rampant in the dense crowd near the entrance to the player tunnel, without direction or purpose, and out of control, in chaos.

"lie!"

"You are all lying! I didn't lose. Let me tell you, how could I lose!"

"Get out! Get out of here, all of you! You lied to me, you all lied to me!"

"I kicked Josh Allen's ass, I kicked Lamar Jackson's ass, I kicked Patrick Mahomes and Levi's ass, you are losers, you are all hopeless losers from top to bottom, I am the MVP, I will make everyone who doubts me regret it!"

"We won, oh yeah, we're in the Super Bowl, we're the champions!"

"Haha, we won. We won! Champions, champions!"

Chattering and chirping.

Sometimes ferocious, sometimes innocent and romantic, Watson was completely immersed in his own world, and his absent-minded look shocked everyone.

What's going on?

Is Watson crazy, literally losing his mind?

Was Watson so eager to win and to defeat Levi and the Kansas City Chiefs that he couldn't accept the heavy blow of failure and went crazy?
Everything before my eyes was so unbelievable that even though I saw it with my own eyes, I still doubted my eyes. For a moment, I was full of questions and couldn't figure out the situation.

Watson raised his hands high, cheered and jumped for joy, dancing to celebrate his "victory". His hearty and unrestrained smile didn't seem like a performance at all. He was overflowing with happiness and joy. He even ran wildly in the crowd, shouting "champion, champion" ecstatically, like a madman.

So, what now?
(End of this chapter)