Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1663 Singing at the Top of One's lungs
Life is more than just breathing and heartbeats, and living is more than just food, clothing, shelter, birth, aging, sickness, and death.

Of course, these are very important; they are the foundation of everything. But life should not only have these. In the long yet short river of life, there are also vibrant colors, dazzling light, scorching heat, heavy weight, and flamboyant release, just like fireworks.

Carter once thought those principles were just empty platitudes, a kind of illusion, a fairy tale, a dreamlike world living in a Disney movie. He had heard Felix describe such beautiful and magical scenes more than once, but he could never picture them in his mind.

until now.

Right before his eyes, when Carter sang "You'll Never Walk Alone" off-key and without a care in the world, he bravely and openly exposed his flaws and weaknesses to the light of day, all just to release the passion deep in his soul and boldly show himself.

For the first time, Carter felt the warmth of his own life.

The feeling was like... it was like only now, for the first time, that he felt the pulse and beating of life, for the first time, beyond breath and heartbeat, that for the first time, he felt the burning and blossoming of his soul, for the first time, that life was far more than just surviving, and everything began to change.

Courage spread wildly and grew uncontrollably; Carter's voice became slightly louder and more resolute.

"At the end of the storm, there is a golden sky and the sweet song of the lark."

A slightly trembling, out-of-tune song lingered forlornly over the quiet street, breaking the tranquility and startling other residents.

But those responses were not what Carter wanted to see.

"Shut up! That sounds awful!"

"Do you know you're singing off-key? Damn it!"

"Oh God, your rhythm and pitch have all flown to the Atlantic Ocean."

"Quiet!"

"Have you lost your mind?"

The grumbling and incessant chatter scattered across the ground, leaving behind a lingering sense of irritability and frustration.

Clearly, today is not the best time for a "party".

Laughter, filled with schadenfreude and gloating, could still be heard from inside the apartment building.

"Haha, being able to misalign the pitch and rhythm of each note is also a skill."

"God, this is a completely different song now, isn't it? Haha, hahaha, it's hilarious."

"Hey buddy, wanna try your luck on 'American Idol'? You could be the champion!"

The banter, the吐槽 (tu cao, meaning to roast or criticize), the laughter and the angry shouts—it was quite a lively scene.

One by one, they were bored and tormented by the pain of losing the game, and they tried to vent their mixed emotions, which were much more intense than usual.

This was practically a public execution; Carter was suddenly thrust into the spotlight, drawing all the attention.

However, Carter did not give up.

So, is this the pressure the professor has been under all along? Drawing all the pressure and attacks on himself and bearing it all alone, giving the team and players room to adjust, giving the locker room time to stay focused and get back on track, and preparing for the next game and the next challenge.

Carter could hardly imagine it, because the situation the team and players were facing was a hundred or a thousand times worse than what was currently happening, and Professor Abraham was always like that.

If he can't even withstand this little bit of attack, how can he stand shoulder to shoulder with the team and weather the storm together?

This time, it's their turn. They should share the burden of the attacks and pressure for the professor and the team. They should step forward and become the team's protectors.

If we don't step forward now, when will we?
Carter was not discouraged; instead, he raised his voice even louder. His slightly trembling voice, seemingly about to vanish at any moment, incongruously revealed an unwavering resilience as he resolutely continued singing amidst the insults and ridicule. "Forward, through the storm; forward, through the downpour."

Perhaps, dreams will ultimately be betrayed.

Forward, forward! With hope, you will never walk alone!

One sentence after another, seemingly precarious and teetering on the brink of collapse, yet unwavering and focused, conveying a burning power from within.

The melody, gentle and sorrowful, neither exciting nor passionate; but precisely because of this, it bursts forth with a tenacity, always sticking to one's original intention, always putting oneself first, and always forging ahead in the midst of a storm. From the situation happening right now to the chaos on social networks at this moment, and then to the aftermath of today's competition, countless chaotic thoughts quickly took root and sprouted in my mind, and soon became a flood.

with no exceptions.

Kansas City is a city scarred and burdened by hardship. After a long period of economic depression and endless darkness, it finally ignited a faint glimmer of hope under the leadership of the Kansas City Chiefs. After a hard-won three-peat, the city began to recover, and everything slowly returned to normal. However, it suffered another blow, and the bustling vitality fell asleep again. Thousands of eyes looked at the team with despair and urgency once more.

At this moment, the residents are fully aware of the difficulties and hardships this city is experiencing.

That is precisely why the Kansas Chief's existence is so unique.

A myriad of flavors spread across the tip of the tongue, and for a moment, emotions surged.

Anderson's mind drifted back to the day Levi arrived in Kansas City and unexpectedly appeared at the Old Oak Tavern; he often thought about that day.

Everything changed from that moment on. Li Wei never abandoned them, not only fulfilling his promise but also creating an unimaginable dream for them. They, in turn, always stayed by their side, weathering storms and facing difficulties together, overcoming obstacles and meeting all challenges.

The same applies now.

The Old Oaks Tavern is temporarily closed, and Anderson doesn't know when it will reopen. No one has an answer. He is not only worried about his livelihood, but also about the Kansas City Chiefs fans losing their haven. Without the Old Oaks Tavern as their gathering place, the fans may lose their way.

Everything is uncertain.

Perhaps it's not "everything." Amidst all the uncertainties, there are still some certainties, and Anderson wants to hold onto those certainties tightly.

and so……

Anderson doesn't sing, he never sings, because he's ashamed to perform in front of others and even worries about ruining his image as a pub owner.

But today, Anderson wants to make an exception.

Perhaps this is his only strength; only by making his voice heard can he awaken the energy deep within his heart.

From Anne Gallas to Felix Gray and now to the difficulties and setbacks, they remain who they are; the Kansas City Chiefs are always fighting.

Stand tall and let the storm rage on.

"Forward, through the gale; forward, through the downpour."

Anderson closed his eyes tightly and sang loudly, more like reciting poetry than singing; the torment and pain were audible even without eyes.

But Anderson didn't give up and kept shouting.

Gradually, Anderson seemed to hear other responses coming from the street, not mockery or attacks, but faint singing.

Those voices gradually instilled courage and warmth into Anderson's heart, and he finally opened his eyes and saw those faces.

(End of this chapter)