Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 343: Making the Ball Drop

The atmosphere is somewhat dull——

The playoffs and the regular season are different after all.

If it were the regular season, no matter how difficult or dangerous the situation was, they would still be able to ignite their fighting spirit and have the belief to fight back even when standing on the edge of a cliff; but in the playoffs, the thought that there was no way out and no turning point kept lingering in their minds, and the fear of being on the verge of elimination almost made their hearts explode.

The more you think and the more confused your thoughts become, the harder it is to concentrate.

This was also Levi's first experience.

Levi admitted that he did not play well in the second half and was still affected, so that he was not focused enough. Once distracted, there might be omissions and deviations in his interpretation of tactics and observation of defense. These deviations in details will lead to completely different results in teamwork.

So, what to do?
Give up?
how is this possible.

"Grass!"

"Fuck, fuck, God, you ungrateful bastards!"

"You know how badly I want to get out there and kick Mariota's monkey ass?"

"No, but I can't."

"I feel like a madman trapped in a mental hospital with my hands and feet tied up, sitting in front of the TV stupidly watching you guys being pressed to the ground and rubbed hard by that Henry."

"Yes, yes, this is not unfamiliar."

"We've watched Levi beat the shit out of other defenses all season, and now we're watching another legendary running back give us a lesson. This is what we call karma."

"So, what are you going to do? Surrender?"

"Fuck, surrender!"

There was a sound like a broken gong coming from the front, and Houston looked up in astonishment.

This is?

Then, Houston saw Levi holding a mobile phone, and there was a crackling sound coming from the speaker. It was Eric Berry's voice.

Everyone's eyes gradually turned to Levi, with astonishment on their faces.

Levi didn't seem to notice it, but studied it carefully, and finally shrugged regretfully, "This is the loudest."

The picture and scene in front of me, Berry's curse and Levi's actions complement each other, and a kind of absurd sense of humor is naturally revealed.

Quietly, the attention of the offensive and defensive teams gathered together. Because they couldn't hear clearly, they moved closer subconsciously one by one, but the smiles on their lips rose slightly, because of Berry's long-lost scolding and Levi's pantomime performance that was comparable to Chaplin's.

"……Do not!"

"The game is not over, the season is not over."

"You can choose to lose the game like a wimp, or you can choose to fight to the last minute with your head held high and then accept the result calmly. Damn God, I don't want to face Arrowhead Stadium in this state. We can lose, we can be humiliated and eliminated in the first round of the playoffs again, but we can't surrender without a fight."

"Absolutely not!"

"Fuck! Stand up and kick their butts hard, or I'll rush over and kick your butts even if I drag one leg..."

Foul language, eloquent foul language, foul language that is unbearable to the ears.

Sure enough, Berry is Berry.

Levi noticed that the special team had finished kicking off and the defense needed to go on the field, so he hung up the phone without saying anything.

Houston looked at Levi in ​​astonishment, "Did you just hang up on Eric?"

Levi smiled and said, "Houston, get ready to go on stage."

Houston was stunned and couldn't help laughing. "Wow, rookie, you are a lunatic. Wow! You are indeed a lunatic! Haha, but I like it."

After that, Houston didn't say anything more. He picked up his helmet and called the defensive players to the court. As soon as he stepped onto the court, the momentum changed silently -

The Kansas City Chiefs' offense was in trouble. Smith, who had been performing well in the regular season, was weak at the critical moment, so that the passing offense could not get off the ground at all. All the pressure fell on the ground offense, but the lame offense was destined to be difficult to get off the ground. The more tense, the more chaotic, and the more chaotic, the tenser it was, and it fell into a vicious circle.

Relying solely on Levi is not enough.

What's more, Levi himself is inexperienced.

Therefore, if the Kansas City Chiefs want to turn the situation around now, they must start with defense, at least the intensity of the defense in the red zone remains at the same level.

However, relying solely on red zone defense is not enough. The defense also needs to stop the Tennessee Titans before entering the red zone or even crossing half court.

Now, what the Kansas City Chiefs need is not a chance to turn around, but to focus, get rid of the influence of the Tennessee Titans' strong performance in the second half, focus 100% on their own tactics and their own performance, find their own rhythm again, and get back on the right track little by little.

So Levi called Berry.

There are things that Berry can say but Levi can't.

At the same time, Berry's voice once again reminded the Kansas Chiefs that they were not fighting alone, and they continued to move forward with Berry's expectations.

Taking a deep breath, Houston focused his attention again.

They can lose and be eliminated at home again in a humiliating manner, but they must not give up the victory without a fight, absolutely!

When the team lined up again, Houston's state was completely different, with 100% focused eyes fixed on Mariota and Henry.

then.

Push off the ground to start.

Houston attacked, stepped forward immediately, and with an unstoppable momentum, bypassed the dense area where the front line was entangled, passed through the crowd from the left side of the Kansas City Chiefs and the right side of the Tennessee Titans, and pierced into the opponent's pocket protection like a sharp blade, locking his eyes on Mariota.

but!

Football is not in Mariota’s arms.

So, Henry?

Houston took a quick glance and immediately noticed the football in Henry's arms. Henry tried to break through the middle, but this time the Kansas City Chiefs had a numerical advantage on the front line, forming an impenetrable human wall. Henry had no chance, which forced him to make a second adjustment.

However, Henry paused and had to change his route.

In this split second, Henry saw Houston and Houston saw Henry, and their eyes met briefly through their helmets.

Houston's reaction speed was a little faster, and he pounced forward one step ahead of the others.

Sudden stop and turn.

His feet remained in the same place, but his upper body was thrown out in advance, and his whole body spun at high speed like a gyroscope. He opened his arms and grabbed Henry's legs tightly like an eagle, and used his body weight to press down forcefully.

In fact, it was just a moment, a slight advantage gained by Houston's reaction speed, and the tackle was completed before Henry's second reaction was activated.

Henry's legs were bound like a mummy.

No chance, absolutely no chance.

Henry fell backwards after a dizzying moment. Amidst the stumbling and collision, Houston continued to use his helmet to hit Henry's arm holding the ball from bottom to top. Strength, inertia, and gravity were all intertwined, and the alternation of bumps and collisions pulled his body violently.

The next second, the football broke free from its restraints and flew out playfully, reappearing above the green field.

Drop the ball!

"God, drop the ball!"

(End of this chapter)