Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 370 Faith shaken
"Go home to your mother."

"Whimming baby, be careful not to wet your pants."

"This is just the beginning of the disaster."

With their claws and claws bared and their faces ferocious, Gillette Stadium opened its bloody mouth wide when they returned to the locker room during the halftime break, swallowing up the Kansas City Chiefs with overwhelming curses and boos from the audience. The team launched an unscrupulous attack and showed its home-field advantage to the guests from afar.

Faces popped out from both sides of the player tunnel, banging on the walls ferociously, making loud noises.

"Hehe, welcome to hell!"

The Kansas City Chiefs are in a slump.

Although they anticipated the difficulty of the game and were mentally prepared, they were still dizzy when they encountered the torrential attack. They were suppressed on both offense and defense, and their momentum and state were in a slump.

Take a hit.

The situation is very, very bad.

The locker room was completely silent. Amidst the rustling sounds, everyone lowered their heads, avoided people's sight, and quietly hid their embarrassment.

This scene made Reed worried.

If the players were angry, irritable and venting, it at least meant they still had fighting spirit; but the silence before them meant that their faith was beginning to waver.

The tight ring of nightmare curse began to exert its power again.

Not to mention the players, even the battle-hardened Reid himself was still frightened.

In fact, professional players more or less have their own superstitions and obsessions. They believe that perseverance in doing one thing can bring good luck to themselves, or that they need to break a cycle to usher in a turnaround. The situation before them once again awakened the Kansas Chiefs' habitual nightmare, and he subconsciously began to doubt himself, which eventually evolved into a kind of inner demon.

At this time, a leader with firm beliefs is often needed to step forward and break the deadlock.

Maybe…Levi?
Levi’s leadership qualities are only part of the reason. The real key lies in Levi’s “ignorance”. This layman has no prejudice or preconceived position on the football field. The ignorant are often fearless.

However, as a rookie and a running back, Levi's energy seems to be insufficient to call for action as a leader on such an important stage as the playoffs, and he has not yet established enough authority in the locker room.

So, what to do?
Reed, his brain working at high speed, looked at Levi.

But unexpectedly, Levi didn't prepare to speak, but stared at Smith.

Reed was a little surprised, because Smith rarely showed such courage; but this time was a little different. Smith noticed Levi's eyes, struggled for a moment in his own thoughts, took a deep breath, and stood up.

There were rustling sounds, and his eyes looked at Smith sporadically.

"guys."

Smith spoke up, slightly uncomfortably.

"I'm not a superhero. I don't have the superpower to turn the tide."

"That day, I told the rookie that this was only my third playoff win in my career, one for San Francisco and one for Kansas City. I'm not the man who has the final say."

There was a rustling sound in the air of the locker room. Many people tried to stop Smith and comfort him, but Smith raised his hand to stop them, showing a smile to show that he was fine.

“In fact, the historical record is not on our side either.”

"In the history of the Kansas City Chiefs, we have never won a game when we were down by ten points in the playoffs. Not once."

"I'm sorry, Coach Reid."

Reed's chubby cheeks trembled slightly and he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. This scene relaxed the atmosphere in the locker room and there was a faint sound of laughter.

"That is to say, from different perspectives, we have no chance."

"but."

"I want to try."

Calm, frank, without lofty words or surging passion, one could even hear hesitation in his words, but Smith's eyes were so firm——

He truly believed that this might be his last game for the Kansas City Chiefs, and only he knew the complex emotions.

"No one expected us to come back, including myself, I didn't have the confidence."

"But I still want to try." "Because I am not fighting alone. We have an offensive team, a defensive team, a special team, a coaching staff, and millions of fans."

"No matter what the result is, I want to let go of the burden and enjoy the game."

"So, I'm going to show Gillette Stadium what we have here in Kansas. Who else wants to join me?"

Smith is still Smith. His words are not at all passionate and domineering, but his call like a spring breeze can still awaken the passion deep in his soul and unite the team in a tenacious way.

Whoosh.

Levi was the first to raise his arm high, "Add me in."

Suddenly, Kelsey also stood up with excitement, "I'll be the second one."

"I."

"I."

One after another, all the players in the locker room stood up, straightened their backs again, looked at Smith with sharp eyes, and awakened their high morale in the desperate situation.

Not for the sake of fighting, but for the sake of enjoying the game.

No one can beat a team that enjoys playing. No one.

Smith let out a long breath, a smile rising slightly at the corners of his mouth. He couldn't help but look at Levi again. The team's quarterback and running back exchanged glances and completed a tacit cooperation.

Then Smith raised his arms and shouted.

"fly!"

The next second, everyone in the locker room started cheering.

Reed narrowed his eyes, revealing a hint of appreciation.

Perhaps Smith is not a passionate team leader, but if the Kansas City Chiefs want to turn the situation around, the first step is to unload the burden and travel light. They need to get rid of the oppression and threat brought by the New England Patriots; now it seems that Smith has done this.

Next, it's up to Reed -

They also need to adjust on the tactical level.

……

“Enjoy it like it’s your first game as a pro.”

Smith took a deep breath and couldn't help but think of what Levi had just said.

A little bit of freshness, a little bit of tension, a little bit of excitement, and a little bit of excitement.

He thought, he's ready.

The second half of the game officially kicked off.

The New England Patriots took the lead in the first half, while the Kansas City Chiefs took the lead in the second half. Both teams have completed their lineups.

Just now, the New England Patriots noticed that Kansas used Hunter as the returner, and immediately recalled Levi's kickoff return touchdown in the season opener, so they kicked the ball directly out of the baseline, not giving Hunter any chance to return, showing their vigilance.

Even with a three-touchdown lead, Belichick didn’t take it lightly.

So the Kansas City Chiefs began their attack from their own 25-yard line.

Smith had to admit that he was not focused enough in the first half. The possibility of the "last game" was always lingering. The more nervous he was, the easier it was for him to be distracted, which led to more pressure and interference when reading the defense.

But now, since it is the last game, we should enjoy it even more.

Stay calm, focus, seize every minute, and don't let the last game become your last regret.

"attack!"

The kick-off command cuts through the sky.

(End of this chapter)