Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 345 Self-Redemption
confusion!

The situation was in chaos, with ups and downs from the first half to the second half, from the incredible counterattack of the Tennessee Titans to the doubts about the lost ball moving back and forth between heaven and hell. This wild card game perfectly interprets the mystery of the NFL playoffs.

Everything is possible.

As the game drew to a close, the suspense of victory or defeat kept swinging back and forth, which was a torment for fans of the Kansas City Chiefs and Tennessee Titans.

The nightmare tightly covered the head of the Kansas Chief.

nightmare!

This is how they were defeated by the Oakland Raiders on the road in Week 7 of the regular season, and the offensive team didn't even have a chance to take the field and give it a try.

Last season's playoffs faced the Pittsburgh Steelers, the season before last at home faced the New England Patriots, and the season before last at Arrowhead Stadium.

A familiar scene appeared again.

Like a curse.

So much so that the players and coaches of the Kansas City Chiefs couldn't help but doubt themselves:
Is this their fate? Is there no way they can break free from this shackle? Are they just going to keep hitting the wall over and over again, like they're stuck in a time and space loop, repeating the same fate over and over again?
Reed, don't believe in fate——

He noticed that not only the players, but also the coaching staff were demoralized. They thought Henry had lost the ball and the referee overturned the decision. This back and forth instantly crushed the coaching staff's last bit of morale.

In fact, Reid has never been a coach who is emotionally extroverted. He rarely stands on the sidelines of the court and yells at his players; but now he can't care about that anymore. He refuses to bow to fate.

Reed took a step forward and was about to shout to the players.

However, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure rushing out from the offensive players.

"We are on standby."

"Houston, we're on standby."

It's Levi.

The game was not over. The Tennessee Titans hoped to end the game in the hands of Mariota and Henry and refused to let Smith and Levi play again; but Levi did not give up and they were still ready to play at any time.

Not just Levi.

Kelce, Smith, Hill, and even Hunter temporarily put aside the rookie competition and came to the sidelines one by one, clenching their fists and shouting.

At this moment, the defense was not fighting alone.

In front of the TV, Berry held the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands.

"Come on, old man, focus, stay focused!"

The crowds of eyes gathered together in the air above Arrowhead Stadium, firmly standing behind the defense team.

We fight together.

We win together and lose together, and fight to the end hand in hand and shoulder to shoulder.

The momentum was completely condensed together, and the Kansas Chief burst out with a powerful momentum of desperate efforts.

Houston saw Levi.

He didn't say anything, but turned to look at his teammates on the defensive team who were sweating profusely and blushing, clenched his fists, and roared.

"what!"

Lion, roaring.

The players on the defensive team also roared one by one.

"what!"

Second gear, twelve codes.

Starting, sprinting, unstoppable, Houston burst out with incredible energy, clearing away the clouds and mist, completely ignoring the Tennessee Titans' strategy -

Running the ball, how is that possible!

Indeed, from all appearances, the Tennessee Titans should have chosen to run the ball to waste time and there was no need to risk passing the ball; but Houston noticed Mariota's actions.

The Tennessee Titans need a first attack, and they need another first attack to ensure that they have the initiative and consume all the game time.

Especially considering Mulakai's desperate second half, he chose two-point conversions for his next two touchdowns. At this time, Mulakai was bound to continue taking risks.

So, Houston wasn't fooled.

Like a tiger descending from a mountain, he caught Mariota and sacked him in the first place.

Three gears and seventeen codes.

The situation became more and more tense, the Tennessee Titans were about to win, but the Kansas City Chiefs defense was pushing them away, and it was time for a real bayonet showdown. Then -

“…Henry!”

"Mariota handed the football to Henry who played well in the second half!"

“This is not surprising!”

First, use ground attacks to consume time.

Secondly, use running the ball to leave the dangerous edge of the red zone and gain a better punting position.

This kind of strategy is the basic 101 course in football.

The team often uses this tactic on third and long yards at the front of the red zone.

But this time, Mulakai took another risk, like a gambler who was driven to rage.

"Etc., etc!"

"Henry is breaking through! Henry seems to be ready to hold the ball and find a breakthrough to complete the third-down 17-yard conversion. The Tennessee Titans are not ready to punt. The Tennessee Titans are ready to take advantage of the Kansas City Chiefs' tactical slackness to take the first attack and completely kill the game!"

"I dare say that Mulakay must have watched the last offensive play of the regular season between the Kansas City Chiefs and the Pittsburgh Steelers more than 200 times."

"Henry!"

"Wow, Henry the Great is here again!"

"Henry is using his physical advantage to force a breakthrough, and Houston can't stop him. Houston, who just completed a sack, is obviously unable to pose a challenge!"

"Uh."

"Revis!"

"It's Revis!"

"And Houston! Houston and Revis teamed up to stop Henry."

"God!"

Revis, a representative of small cornerbacks, has almost no experience defending running backs, not to mention facing a behemoth like Henry, where he is basically like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

however!
Revis stepped up and blocked Henry.

Seeing Henry was about to break through, Houston, who had just been knocked away, actually rushed back without giving up.

surrender?

Fuck surrender!

A bloody breath burst out of Houston's mouth. He lost his balance and spun at high speed like a top. Then he kicked and pounced, and threw his whole body on Henry's back, applying full pressure.

One in front, one behind, one left, one right.

Houston and Revis, two top players, teamed up to pull Henry.

Henry, collapsed.

strike out!

In the Old Oak Tavern, people stood shoulder to shoulder, staring at the TV screen in silence. There was no shouting, no breathing, and even their hearts stopped beating. It was not until Houston, Revis and Henry fell to the ground that joy and happiness finally broke free.

Ah!
Roar, roar, cheer!

One by one, they exchanged glances with incredible astonishment and shock in their eyes. They completely lost the ability to speak and just cheered heartily.

strike out!

The Kansas City Chiefs' defense did it. Amidst a series of accidents and chaos, they extinguished the Tennessee Titans' desire to end the game early.

Ahhhhh!
Houston stood up and exchanged a look with Revis.

Neither of them spoke. After all, Revis had only joined the team for more than a month and was not that familiar with the team. But at this moment, the tacit understanding in their eyes was colliding and grasping.

Finally, they completed redemption in their own way.

Then, Revis watched Houston pick up the football, ignoring the other teammates on the defense who were swarming over to celebrate, and strode to the sidelines, gently tossing the football to Smith who was standing not far away, but his eyes were looking at Levi.

"Now, it's up to you."

(End of this chapter)