Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 327 Christmas Gift
The waves are rippling, the water is gurgling, and the golden sunlight of Kansas City's winter shines sparsely and mottled through the treetops onto the surface of the indoor swimming pool.

A strong and slender figure swam straight along the lane. If you look closely, you can notice that he mainly relies on his upper limbs to paddle. His legs do not exert any force, but just gently pat the water to gain leverage.

The speed is not fast, even slow, but he still remains focused and paddles meticulously, as if he is using every muscle in his body to feel the details of the force, and his soul is completely integrated with the water.

On the shore, a man in a dark blue hospital rehabilitation uniform followed along the swimming lane, staying focused and observing carefully, but not speaking to break the silence. The only sound in the air was the sound of paddling.

This is rehabilitation.

Boring. Long. Slow.

Until the end of this rehabilitation process, Eric Berry stopped at the end of the swimming lane, supported himself on the ground with his hands, jumped out of the water and sat on the shore, wiped the water stains on his face, and let out a long breath.

The man on the shore came over and said, "Eric, you're doing pretty well today. I think we can start trying some ground activities tomorrow."

Bailey's eyes lit up and he looked up suddenly, "Really?"

It has been three months since his season-ending Achilles tendon rupture, and Berry has been recovering, remaining patient and calm as he proceeds step by step.

Although it never showed, rehabilitation was undoubtedly a torture.

Sometimes it goes smoothly, sometimes not; you can't make progress every day, and occasionally you may even get worse and regress; you have been following the doctor's instructions for treatment, but you don't always get positive feedback.

Not only is it boring and long, but it is also difficult and struggling.

Bailey thought about giving up more than once, but he was unwilling to do so.

He wants to try again, he wants to fight on the field again.

However, it's not easy.

The words “hold on” and “come on” are so light that they don’t have any weight; but putting them into action actually becomes torture and struggle every second.

There is no shortcut except gritting your teeth and persevering.

Until today, Berry has been doing rehabilitation activities in water to avoid putting too much pressure on his ankle, and now he has finally heard good news.

The man smiled. "Calm down, Eric, calm down. We need to be patient, remember?"

Berry waved his hands. "Yes, yes, I know that if we rush into it, it may backfire and all our previous efforts may go to waste. But, James, the playoffs are just around the corner. It's in two weeks."

James-White, a professional physical therapist, is responsible for Berry's rehabilitation. He closely observes Berry's condition and adjusts the plan immediately every day to ensure that Berry's body can keep up with the situation.

White didn't mind. "Just so you know, you've done well so far, and I hope we can do well in the future. I will accompany you until you return to the court and try to catch the playoff bus as much as possible."

Bailey let out a long breath, and sat quietly beside the swimming pool for a moment, then he couldn't help laughing, and his mood became cheerful.

at last.

Although it is not a return to the game, the most important step has finally been taken.

"Thank you, James." Berry looked up at White again, "This is the best Christmas gift. Thank you for being with me on Christmas."

White's face was full of seriousness, "It's okay, the overtime charge for Christmas is doubled. You don't have to worry, my children know that I am making money for their toys."

"Haha." Bailey laughed heartily. "Then I should speed up a bit to avoid delaying you from going home to play with the new toys with the kids."

Today, December 25th, is Christmas.

However, professional competitions continue.

In fact, because today happens to be Sunday, the league has arranged a "Christmas game."

Last night, Saturday, there was originally no night game, but in line with the festive atmosphere, the league arranged the traditional Christmas Eve Christmas game, the traditional matchup of the AFC East, the New England Patriots vs. Buffalo Bills. Today, Sunday, from morning to afternoon, a series of focus games are available for you to choose from. Fans can watch the games at home with their family and friends, and there will be a night game in the evening to end Christmas.

Philadelphia Eagles vs. Oakland Raiders.

While fans and spectators are reuniting with their families, professional competitions cannot stop and players need to take to the field to add a bright landscape to Christmas.

Players like Berry who are ruled out for the season due to injuries are no exception. They still need to rehabilitate, still need to fight injuries, still need to work hard to return to the court, and cannot miss even a single day.

With the help of White, Berry returned to the locker room. After changing his clothes, he was finally ready to leave the hospital and go home to spend Christmas, but he found that the hall was packed with people.

In the hospital, there are also a large number of patients, medical staff and their families who cannot go home and still need to stay here even on holidays.

This is obviously not an easy task.

But this does not mean that they cannot temporarily put aside the pain of the disease, briefly enjoy the festive atmosphere, put on red jerseys and red hats, as if Santa Claus himself is visiting and bringing laughter.

On the TV screen, the Kansas City Chiefs were playing a live game against the Miami Dolphins at home. The vast red flames spread from the Arrowhead Stadium in the camera to every corner of the hospital lobby.

There is no doubt that nothing in Kansas is more exciting than a Chiefs game.

Involuntarily, Bailey also stopped.

"... Stepping back, Smith is reading the defense looking for a target to pass to."

"Pass the ball...oh, no, fake a pass, the football is in Levi's hands."

"dolphin!"

"Beautiful! Levi made a sudden stop and turn and successfully shook off the first wave of interceptions from the defensive front line. Dolphins linebacker Hewitt seized the opportunity accurately."

"Grab!"

"God! Levi, Levi! Levi!"

"Levi made a difficult turn and change of direction, like a tango, and staggered the tackle against Hewitt's back. It was a disaster for Hewitt, and the Dolphins' linebacker group, which was destroyed by injuries this season, continued to fall."

"Levi breaks away from the grapple and continues to advance!"

"Five yards!"

"Attack from both sides! The Dolphins' red zone defense finally showed the intensity it deserves, but!"

"Levi, wait, how did Levi do that? Is this a Marseille turn? Wait, Levi used a dribbling move from a football game to break away from the tackle for the second time in a row and change his forward route again."

"God!"

"End zone, touchdown!"

"A 12-yard ground run for a touchdown! Levi, the 23rd rookie pick of the Kansas City Chiefs, scored the first touchdown of the game again!"

"Wow, I mean..."

"Uh, wait, Levi's standing in the end zone, and he's got his jersey open, and underneath is a white sweatshirt with—"

Berry was stunned for a moment. He saw a completely unexpected message from Levi. Under his jersey, it was written:

Hey, Eric, here we come.

Without warning, Berry's eyes were hit hard by a warm feeling.

(End of this chapter)