Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1481 Dragon Pond and Tiger Den
"attack!"

As soon as Garoppolo announced the kickoff, a gust of air was already rushing towards them with its fangs bared. The offensive line was simply made of paper and was purely decorative.

The angry bull's pupils expanded and expanded. Its red eyes, burning breath, and ferocious muscles covered every corner of his vision. Its powerful momentum and fierce murderous aura pressed down on him so much that Garoppolo's knees couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Damn.

Garoppolo knew that he had to strike as quickly as possible, within two seconds, otherwise he would be crushed to pieces under the hooves of the angry bull.

Taking a step back, leaning back with his upper body, Garoppolo tried to create space for himself. He glanced around and quickly looked for the first pass target in the tactical manual.

Wide receiver Samuel.

As the number one wide receiver of the San Francisco 49ers, Samuel scored a running touchdown tonight. He has been playing other roles and is rarely a target for passes. This is also a small surprise in this tactic. Samuel ran vertically, then turned and crossed the midfield horizontally, quickly responding to the gap between the defensive line and the linebacker to catch the ball.

A small gap can become a foothold for the San Francisco 49ers' offense on the cliff.

At the same time, Garoppolo noticed cornerback Breeland, who was following closely behind Samuel, half a step behind but not completely catching up.

Garoppolo believes this is a window.

And there is no time to hesitate.

Chris Jones' pupils shrank, and the force of pushing off the ground was released instantly, and he rushed towards Garoppolo regardless of anything.

Garoppolo held his breath, pulled his right leg back, lowered his center of gravity, flashed his upper body, avoided Chris Jones' position, and raised his arms in a hurry.

The forearm and wrist are full of power and swung quickly.

Whoosh!
The football flew out.

Chris Jones and Garoppolo both watched the flight of the football, looked up, and for a brief moment, both held their breath.

The parabola was not high, and it missed Chris Jones's position, drawing a shallow arc, passing over the Bulls in front of him, and passing the entanglement between the offensive and defensive lines.

Frank Clark noticed the ball's trajectory and tried to jump to block the shot, but the offensive line was entangled and he was stuck in position.

It can be clearly seen in the field of vision that the shuttle ball's flight rotation is irregular and unstable, with violent swings and severe heaves, and it seems that it may fall at any time.

It was obvious at first glance that his speed and strength were obviously insufficient, and his control was abysmal—

It was a hasty pass, filled with uneasiness and hesitation, and just by watching its flight path one could detect the fear behind the pass.

Garoppolo held his breath, his heart stuck in his throat and almost exploded.

He was the first to realize that there was a problem with his passing control, but there was no turning back. The only thing he could do now was to keep praying:
Samuel. Samuel Samuel Samuel. The San Francisco 49ers' top receiver was able to use his ability to make the most of the opportunity to catch the ball.

Little by little, the football was flying towards Samuel, and the joy and happiness in Garoppolo's chest gradually swelled, and he was ecstatic.

Then, without warning, suddenly, a red figure appeared, standing between the football and Samuel, blocking Samuel's vision. The red that rushed into his field of vision dragged Garoppolo's heart to fall vertically, and the joy in his chest turned into fear and panic in his eyes.

Despair gradually seeps into the heart.

That was actually the cornerback Breeland who had been roaming around diagonally behind!

Breland pushed off the ground, took a step forward, and pounced forward in an instant like a hunting cheetah.

He had already seen through Garoppolo's passing intention, which is also a fatal shortcoming of Shanahan's tactics. Everything is arranged in advance, there is no on-the-spot response or performance. Once these routines are seen through by the defensive players, it means that they can get in place to defend in advance.

Therefore, as the game progresses, all the running routes in Shanahan's tactical manual are displayed to the defense, and experienced defensive players can often see through Shanahan's passing route layout in advance. Breeland noticed Samuel's running and Garoppolo's sight. In a flash, a pass connection between the San Francisco 49ers and the Minnesota Vikings in the divisional game emerged in his mind. He immediately controlled his steps, showing the patience of a hunter, waiting for his own opportunity.

Stay steady, stay patient, stay calm, and wait for your opportunity.

If you don't move, it's fine. One strike will be fatal.

Then, start.

He stepped forward, rushed forward, made a detour, switched in front of Samuel, blocked the position, and gained a body position.

Like an assassin.

Silently, like smoke and fog, it caught everyone off guard and cut into the intensive area of ​​attack and defense.

Samuel: ???

Samuel had not expected this scene at all. His heart was stuck in his throat. He stared in amazement at the red storm, which stood between him and the football like a chasm.

Obviously, Garoppolo's pass trajectory was not enough, it was too low and too forward, landing one and a half steps in front of Samuel, and falling very quickly, with almost no strength to support the parabola.

Samuel's attention was completely focused on the football, so much so that he did not notice the movement on his blind side. Suddenly, a red lightning appeared behind him, and his footsteps that were about to move forward were hit by the air wave. He stared in amazement at the uninvited guest who got in first and took the lead.

Breathing, stagnant.

There was no time to hesitate, no time to delay, Samuel continued to move forward by inertia.

However, it was too late. In a flash, everything was settled.

Breeland's steps were light and nimble. He encountered no confrontation and faced no obstacles. His patient and lurking attack paid off. Before the football continued to fall, he effortlessly and steadily held the football in his arms with both hands, leaving Samuel no chance at all.

Intercept.

The world stopped for a very, very short time. Thousands of breaths froze. The burning and shocked, unexpected and crazy gazes were all frozen in the surging heat wave. Everyone forgot to breathe and their heartbeats. All the thoughts, ideas and emotions were caught in that vortex.

The world was spinning and I was dizzy.

Then, Buck's voice exploded like thunder from the blue sky, detonating the energy.

"Intercept!"

boom!
A storm exploded deep in the brain. In an instant, everyone forgot everything and lost the ability to react. One by one, they returned to their instincts, and amazing energy exploded in their bodies.

ah! Ahhhh!
scream.

The simplest, most direct and most real reaction is to use all your strength and energy to make a sound that you can't believe, and your brain is roaring.

Ahhhh! Ahhhh!
The Hard Rock Stadium was caught in the hurricane, the earth was turning upside down, the sky was collapsing and the ground was cracking. The scalp was numb, the knees were shaking, and the heart was beating wildly as if it would explode in the next second.

Tonight, there are endless surprises.

In the first half, Mahomes and Garoppolo each threw an interception.

In the second half, Garoppolo and Mahomes once again exchanged an interception.

Crazy, crazy, everyone is crazy, no one is an exception.

(End of this chapter)