Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1495: Draw the Sword and Ride the Horse
"Yellow flag!"

"Roughing the quarterback is a foul!"

"Oh, Nick Bosa! Bosa made a fatal mistake. Obviously Bosa was dizzy and lost his judgment on the situation on the court at this moment."

"The referee was very observant and did not miss Bosa's rough defensive action. Mahomes had already completed the pass and Bosa's defensive action was a clear foul."

"It shouldn't have happened. It absolutely shouldn't have happened. In the Super Bowl, in such a crucial offense and defense, Bosa made a fatal mistake in judging the movement of the field."

There was a cry of surprise in the live broadcast room, and one by one, people held their heads, unable to believe their eyes.

On the court, Buckner's eyeballs and chin continued to fall due to the pull of gravity, and of course, his heart and knees also fell.

Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it!
Now, no matter who Mahomes's pass target is, even if it deviates to the moon, Bosa's defensive foul has automatically given the Kansas City Chiefs a first attack.

Fourth down and 49 yards, and it just... worked? The San Francisco ers defense had worked so hard to get a strikeout, only to have it all go to waste in this way?
Buckner couldn't believe his eyes. For a moment, he didn't know whether he was more shocked by Mahomes' pass disappearing from his sight, or by Bosa's smug show-off and happiness. He stood there in amazement, like a statue.

But what about football?
……

Dense. Crowded. Noisy.

Safety Ward stood in the end zone, alone, guarding the end, taking in the entire stranglehold of the red and white flames and the white storm.

Bend your knees, lower your center of gravity, and focus your attention.

Because the Kansas City Chiefs are right at the front of the end zone, invading the end zone is just a matter of a blink of an eye. In the densely packed and crowded confrontation, pairs of entangled figures are approaching from all sides, and a rolling heat wave is coming in the face.

Hill. Hardman. Watkins.

And, of course, Kelsey.

In the stalemate with blood on the bayonets, a touch of red is particularly different.

The other offensive players of the Kansas City Chiefs were actively provoking the San Francisco 49ers defensive players, using their footsteps to disrupt the San Francisco 49ers' zone defense, which was slowly becoming disorganized and drawn into chaos. The gap between the defenses was widening.

That one player was the exception.

The wrist is as graceful as a swimming dragon and as graceful as a startled swan.

His light and agile footsteps moved silently through the crowd without attracting any special attention at all. Five yards, ten yards, and in the blink of an eye he was already close to the end zone.

Ward's breath hitched.

Levi!

Ward was alert and alert.

Levi seemed to have noticed Ward as well. Not only did he not avoid him, but he came towards him. The posture of a tiger descending from a mountain made Ward completely tense. He lowered his center of gravity and stepped back repeatedly, trying to create space for his defense and prepare to withstand Levi's onrushing attack.

Levi ran faster and faster. After cutting into the end zone, he followed Ward with one step, like an assassin. Even if Ward created space, he still couldn't get rid of him.

Ward gasped!
The next second, just as Ward's muscles tensed up to prepare for the impact, Levi took a step and floated lightly along Ward's body, turning to the deep area behind Ward, near the bottom line of the end zone.

Ward:? ? ?
Ward followed Levi's gaze and saw the parabola of the pass, a brown-red arc floating along a straight line.

However, Ward felt very strange because Mahomes's eyes were looking at Hill in the blind spot on his right, but the direction of the football's flight was in a straight line.

Is this... a blind pass?
Mahomes's convincing eye contact and passing movements drew all the attention of the San Francisco 49ers defensive players to Hill. One by one, they searched for the flight trajectory of the football in the air, but after finding it, they had strange expressions and were unable to react for a while, not understanding what was happening in front of them.

Only Ward!

Ward immediately realized that

Levi! The target of the pass is Levi! Huh.

The heart was suddenly grasped tightly and was on the verge of exploding!
At the critical moment, the Kansas Chiefs did still choose to trust Levi, but the way of trust was slightly different, not as a running back, but as a wide receiver.

Just a mismatch, and the San Francisco 49ers were completely passive.

Grass! Grass grass grass grass grass!
Ward sounded the alarm, and every muscle and nerve in his body was tense to the extreme. He didn't even have time to pay attention to the follow-up story in his pocket. All his attention was on Levi.

Throughout the season, the San Francisco 49ers' long pass defense led the league, but the key point is that they relied on zone defense rather than individual strength; but now, Ward has no help from Sherman and Moseley, he must rely on himself and only on himself.

Fight alone, fight in single combat.

calm down!

Ward clenched his fists and showed the professional instinct of a safety at the critical moment, the killer instinct like a cheetah, the courage and determination to sit alone in the rear, and even when facing thousands of troops alone, he always remained calm and steady and held the last line of defense with strength.

then.

Ward noticed that the flight trajectory of the pass parabola seemed wrong. Mahomes' eyes were not on Levi. Although he successfully deceived the entire defensive front and second line of the San Francisco 49ers and created opportunities, there were some problems with his sense of space and the control of the pass parabola was not accurate enough.

It seems... it's a little exaggerated.

In the end zone, near the baseline, if the pass is too long, it will go out of bounds.

No wonder!
This is the opportunity, a glimmer of hope!
As long as Ward can disrupt the pass, as long as Ward can prevent the touchdown, it doesn't matter even if there is a foul -

This is an attack and defense at the front of the end zone. No matter how many fouls the defense commits or how frequent the yellow flags are, the Kansas City Chiefs offense can only reach the one-yard line at the front of the end zone at most.

In other words, as long as the San Francisco 49ers do not lose a touchdown, the outcome of this wave of offense and defense remains unknown.

and so!
Focus at all costs!
Ward held his breath tightly. His body's instinctive reaction was even faster than his brain. He made the judgment in a flash and started immediately.

He turned around, pushed off the ground, and approached, quickly sticking to Levi in ​​an attempt to disrupt his chance of receiving the ball.

but!

Looking at the falling curve of the football and then at Levi's moving steps, Ward realized that it was too late and he had missed the opportunity.

give up?

Oh, how is that possible!

At this moment, Ward's mind was clear, and he entered a state of complete selflessness, relying entirely on instinct, and in an instant, he burst out with energy that he had not expected.

Stumbling and stumbling, Ward forced himself to step back, jumping while moving, and even temporarily leaving Levi aside——

Regular season MVP, No. 1 player in the league, all put aside for the time being, it's just a smudge of red, a smudge of afterimage, the object he needs to suppress.

this is all.

In a hurry, Ward incredibly used two or three steps to complete his run-up, and then he jumped into the air, raised his right hand high, trying to intercept between Levi and the football.

Intercept?

Closer, closer!

Ah, a burst of power.

Ahhh! Without reservation! Within reach!

(End of this chapter)