Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 360 My Battle
Until today, Levi really got to know the team's quarterback, the offensive captain of the Kansas City Chiefs——

In the eyes of others, Smith, who is mediocre and ordinary, actually has his pride and persistence, and performs his duties conscientiously.

Indeed, maybe he can't conquer his opponents with his personal charm like Manning or Brady, but he always plays the role of team leader silently.

In his own way.

Taking a deep breath, Levi finally found the opportunity. He had always wanted to tell Smith, "You are always here, and you are always the captain of the team's offense."

Smith was puzzled, "Huh?"

Levi explained, "You just said that you hope to fight alongside us and lead the team to victory. In fact, you have been doing this all the time, always standing with us and fighting with us."

"Without you, we might not have been able to hold on in the first half, let alone make it to the end."

"There are many, many different ways to lead a team to victory, not just charging into battle. Believe me, I'm not the only one who thinks so."

Smith was slightly stunned, his eyes flickered slightly, and seemed to be a little warm. He quickly shifted his gaze, took a deep breath, and looked at the night sky again.

"Thank you."

"But I'm afraid I don't have much time left."

"Patrick is growing very fast. Maybe next year or the year after, he can be the starting quarterback. My salary takes up too much of the salary cap. The team can't keep me as a backup quarterback. The most appropriate way is to trade me and get more benefits for the team."

"So, I knew that my time in Kansas City was running out."

Cruel, but realistic.

Smith is no longer a rookie. He knows how the league works and his position.

However, this is the truth. Even if you know all the rules and realities well, you still cannot control the loss and regret in your heart.

"Levi, can you believe it? Actually, I like it here very much."

"When I left San Francisco, I was like a lost dog and almost lost all confidence, but this city welcomed me with open arms. They made me feel warm and believed that I was welcome, not only Coach Reid, but all the fans were no exception."

"I've always wanted to bring them a playoff victory, even if it's not a Super Bowl championship, I hope to go further in the playoffs."

"They...need a little hope."

It turns out that Smith also knew this.

They live in this city, an ordinary city in the heart of the North American continent. The residents here welcome them with all their enthusiasm and passion, love this team wholeheartedly, and let the players gathered here from all corners of the world find the warmth of home. How should they repay?

"This time, we were almost there, just a little bit more, and we were going to let them down."

“But fortunately, that didn’t happen.”

Smith let out a long breath.

Although he didn't say anything, he could clearly feel the pressure on Smith's shoulders.

"I'm a rookie. I want to try my best."

Levi looked at Smith and gave him a questioning look.

Smith straightened his back slightly and spoke with courage.

"I want to try and see if I can win consecutive games in the playoffs for the first time in my career."

"I am a loser. Although I dream of winning the Super Bowl, I am always timid and dare not easily express such a great dream. I can't even imagine the AFC Championship Game. However, I really want to win one more game, for Kansas City and for myself."

"Before the wild-card game, I didn't dare to dream, because I was worried that a little greed could become a curse and overturn our hopes; but in the last two minutes of the fourth quarter, I saw you, Houston, Kelce, Hill, and Revis, all of you were fighting."

“I didn’t want to just stand back and cheer you guys on, I wanted to join in. At that moment, I truly believed that maybe my time in Kansas City wasn’t over yet,”

"So, whether it's Pittsburgh or New England, I want to give it a try." "That way, when I leave Kansas City, at least I can hold my head high."

Levi always thought, since he was dreaming, he should be bolder, what if it came true?

But at this moment, looking at the cautious Smith, one can clearly see the scars left by this veteran after galloping on the battlefield. He is tired and exhausted, no longer young and no longer optimistic, no longer like a young man who just started out and believes that as long as he is given a long enough lever, he can pry the earth -

Even in dreams, there is a sense of bitterness and caution.

However, it is precisely this kind of mind, after being polished and precipitated by the vicissitudes of life, that reveals more edge.

There were no grand words, no resounding speeches, and the words were even a little gentle, but Levi could taste the tenacity in them.

"I support it 100 percent," Levi said.

Smith turned his head and saw Levi raising his hands and feet, which made him smile again.

Levi continued, "This is our battle, but at the same time, it is also your battle. No one can replace you, of course, not even the covetous No. 15."

Smith: “Hahahaha.”

At this moment, Patrick Mahomes, No. 15, who was sitting in the driver's seat, suddenly sneezed, raised his head and looked around like a meerkat, but found nothing, so he lowered his head and continued to watch the game video.

Levi, "But you can trust us. We will always be by your side and finish this battle together. When the season is over, no matter where we stand at the end and no matter what happens next, we must not leave any regrets."

After saying that, Levi raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist.

Smith, who has always been introverted and low-key, couldn't help but get excited. He raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and bumped Levi's fist.

Strong. Powerful.

It seems that you can actually feel the energy gushing out.

Levi, "How's it going? Are you ready to leave? No. 15 is still waiting for me in the parking lot."

Smith, "Haha, you go first, I'll stay for a while."

As he spoke, Smith placed his hands on the court, feeling the texture of the grass with his palms.

It can be seen that Smith has no confidence. In the next game, no matter who the opponent is, even if the Kansas City Chiefs have defeated it in the regular season, the playoffs are different after all. This is true for Smith and the Kansas City Chiefs. The playoff curse is like a tight hoop that cannot be shaken off.
No wonder.

Smith believes that the next game may be his last game for the Kansas City Chiefs, so he showed some reluctance tonight.

That fighting spirit, that passion, that blood, sang like a swan song.

Levi stood up and took two steps forward, but he couldn't help but stop and turn around to look over.

The figure, neither strong nor tall, sat cross-legged on the grass with his back straight, reluctantly feeling the energy transmitted from the training ground.

"Captain."

Levi called out, and Smith looked back reflexively.

"After the next game, we asked the offensive players to come over and count stars together."

Smith was puzzled and had many questions in his mind.

But Levi didn't stop or explain. He turned and strode towards the parking lot.

The Republic sang loudly in "Counting-stars" -

"Don't be obsessed with money anymore, let's count the stars together, burn all the things that belong to me, sink them to the bottom of the river, those things that can't kill me give me a new life."

(End of this chapter)