Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1720 At All Costs

Watt's calves were trembling, shaking uncontrollably. He clenched his teeth and tried his best, but he still couldn't control it; his body was protesting.

Is it really over? This is the closest he's ever come to winning the Super Bowl in his career, but his body is against his will.

So this is fate?
His mouth was full of bitterness, even despair. No matter how hard he tried to push off the ground, his calves couldn't exert any force, and his slightly trembling knees seemed like they might collapse to the ground at any moment.

However, Watt told himself not to panic.

It wasn't for myself, but for the team.

If he forced himself onto the court and not only failed to help the team but also became a burden, he would never forgive himself. He has never won a championship ring in his career, a fate he must face; yet, because of him, the team missed out on a four-peat…

No, he refused. He couldn't and wouldn't dare betray the team's trust.

"JJ, pull yourself together. Pull yourself together!"

Watt held his breath, completely absorbed in the moment, his feet pressing down on the ground, temporarily forgetting the pain. Even if he were to be shattered to pieces, he would fight the team to the very last moment.

boom.

"attack!"

Just as Brady announced the start of the game, Watt pushed off the ground and launched himself forward, throwing himself headlong into the attacking line.

The Kansas City Chiefs feinted, seemingly launching a full-scale attack, but in reality, they deployed a zone defense and man-to-man marking, laying a tight net in the short passing area.

Passing and defense.

The Kansas City Chiefs' defense made a crucial tactical change, effectively shutting down Brady's passing options.

As for pressing and passing, that responsibility falls entirely to the defensive forwards, with four players bearing this heavy burden.

Watt immediately noticed the crisis, and the Tampa Bay Buccaneers also realized the stalemate. When they chose to pass the ball, their first move was to improve the quality of their pocket protection, which became like a quagmire, forcing the Kansas City Chiefs' defensive line to get bogged down.

Chris Jones and Frank Clark are both in tough battles.

Watt was the same.

But Watt was convinced from the situation that their judgment was correct, and Brady was ready to pass the ball.

An alarm went off.

Watt took a lateral step and a vertical step, shoulder to shoulder, and charged forward without hesitation, breaking free with an unreasonable attitude.

however!
The opposing forward also realized the danger and, very cunningly and timely, elbowed Watt hard when the referee couldn't see him.

Huh!
Watt held his breath, but had no time to pay attention to the other party. Forgetting the pain, he charged forward recklessly, using his strength and speed to forcefully break through the blockade.

"Stomp on the ground. Stomp on the ground. Stomp on the ground!"

That was the only thought in Watt's mind. He thrust his shoulder forward with all his might, flipping the opposing player over, breaking free of his restraints, and continuing his charge.

However, all the power burst forth in an instant, and the body lurched forward with inertia, lunging so hard that it almost fell over.

Using both hands and feet, they scrambled and crawled.

Watt didn't care about anything else; he forgot all about cramps, exhaustion, and injuries. All he could see and think about was that one figure.

Staggering and stumbling, Watt lunged forward.

In the nick of time, Brady paused, then quickly swiped to his right, inexplicably shifting his position to avoid Watt's initial charge. Without a moment to catch his breath, Brady had already adjusted his footwork and was looking for a passing target.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Brady entered a state of complete absorption, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes, and his weary body was once again infused with energy.

Interval!

Brady astutely seized the opportunity, and the Tampa Bay Buccaneers' league-leading wide receivers, relying on strong individual skills and teamwork, tore open a gap. My heart skipped a beat, and my blood surged!

However, before Brady could raise his right hand, the clumsy figure on his left had already tilted over.

Watt refused to give up or surrender. He supported himself with only his left foot and spun his body like a top. Without moving, he used his body as a weapon to crash into Brady.

I would gladly sacrifice myself to the point of being shattered to pieces.

Amidst the flashes of lightning and thunder, Watt had already pressed himself against Brady, opened his arms, and held Brady tightly, before falling down with the pull of gravity.

Brady held his breath, without using his lower body for support, relying solely on his upper body strength, and swung his right arm, his wrist snapping out sharply.

Everything was a subconscious action, an instinct, a belief, a fighting spirit.

Whoosh!
The football traced an arc, tearing through the air and extinguishing the breath of the entire Raymond James Stadium as it soared away in a mighty flight.

Watt grabbed Brady and plummeted downwards, crashing heavily to the ground without a sound or movement. Neither of them cared about anything else, as they searched for the reddish-brown parabola in the air.

Kansas City Chiefs rookie cornerback Diggs is moving, keeping a close eye on the ball's trajectory while sprinting forward.

Copying?

Diggs held his breath, focused intently, waited in the path of the falling football, positioned himself, and jumped ahead of time.

The howling wind continued to pound against my eardrums, and a surge of joy and fervor welled up, about to fill my heart, but then froze and stopped in the next second, leaving me stunned.

Another pair of hands rose up from behind, a step slower, but their speed was forcefully surpassing it—that was—

Mike Evans!
A prodigy who has accumulated over 1,000 receiving yards for seven consecutive seasons since entering the league in 2014, Brady is not only explosive but also consistent. He is the offensive leader of the Tampa Bay Buccaneers and a key reason why he agreed to join the team.

"Diggs vs. Evans".

A clash between a talented cornerback and a talented wide receiver, but at crucial moments, the young Diggs lacked a bit of experience in judging timing and space, jumping too quickly and missing the curve of the football's descent.

Experience plays a key role.

Then, Diggs watched helplessly as Evans reached over his right hand and snatched the football into his palm.

The wobbly, precarious, and irregularly spinning football fell quietly into Evans' hands like a well-behaved child.

Diggs bared his teeth, ready to turn and crash into him.

But Evans was experienced. He leaned back with the help of gravity, creating distance and even accelerating before landing. Once his feet touched the ground, he turned around and started moving again.

Diggs was a beat too slow. When he landed, he only had time to see Evans' side before he saw rookie safety Bowen quickly closing in to help defend him.

Diggs: Zack! Go!

The words were still in his throat when Diggs's cry turned into a gasp: Watch out!

Gronkowski rammed out sideways like a bullet, knocking Bowen aside.

Bowen's body defied gravity and flew out. Although he kept his eyes fixed on Evans, he couldn't keep up with him amidst the turbulence and chaos.

Evans has made a strong breakthrough, regained his balance, and left in triumph.

Time freezes at this moment.

Raymond James Stadium forgot to breathe, forgot to feel a heartbeat, and watched helplessly as the number 13 figure stumbled and staggered into the end zone.

Stand still and stop.

Everything fell silent. All noise and sounds disappeared, and even the lights seemed to freeze. The entire North American continent seemed to have been put on pause.

(End of this chapter)