Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 465 Pilgrimage
"Good morning."

"Good morning!"

February 2018, , Kansas City, sunny.

Early in the morning, the Old Oak Tavern was already busy.

Anderson was moving the inventory from the warehouse to the front desk like an ant moving house, while West was busy hanging banners to redecorate the pub. The uninvited guests consciously helped to move chairs and tables to make room, creating a busy and bustling scene.

It's obviously too early to get drunk, but for partying, it won't go wrong to start warming up early.

On the wall, a 75-inch large-screen TV has been turned on. The ordinary TV picture has an oppressive impact, creating an immersive sense of reality. NBC TV's 24-hour live broadcast is being broadcast, and the atmosphere can be felt early on.

"How are you, how do you feel today?"

"I have a good feeling and I don't want to spoil our luck by saying it, but I woke up this morning and had cheesecake, heard the magpie singing, had a smooth bowel movement, everything couldn't be better."

"Me too. I don't know why, but I didn't feel nervous or anxious. After I woke up this morning, I felt so relaxed and refreshed."

"That's because you don't have to play in the game. You can just sit in the bar and drink and swear. There's nothing to be nervous about."

"Hahaha."

The bustling discussions were mixed with teasing, jokes and all kinds of complaints.

then.

Without warning, someone raised his hands and cheered.

"Kansas is the champion! Oh yeah!"

Hualala, everyone else followed suit and shouted, the pub was extremely lively.

There was a brief pause, and then someone shouted again.

"I have no confidence, but we will win."

what.

Suddenly, everyone burst into laughter, and joy and happiness appeared on everyone's face.

Today is the day of the Super Bowl final.

In Kansas City, the whole city is on holiday, the streets are bustling with people, and millions of fans are united in entering the Super Bowl moment.

If possible, every fan's ultimate dream is to go and watch the Super Bowl in person. In fact, Minneapolis is not far from Kansas City. It can be reached in four and a half hours by driving north, which is easy and convenient.

But, alas, they can't.

This year, Kansas City's unemployment rate remains high, and many blue-collar workers have even had to give up their home season tickets. Even for games at Arrowhead Stadium, they can only stay at home and watch them in bars.

Not to mention heading to Minneapolis.

Putting aside the hard-to-get Super Bowl tickets that are worth thousands of dollars, just traveling to the Super Bowl venue during the peak tourist season requires accommodation and food, which is an unbearable expense. These blue-collar workers who are struggling to make ends meet are naturally unable to afford it and can only give up regretfully.

It doesn't matter, it's the same in Kansas City -

No matter where they are, they will fight alongside the chief.

One, two... full of confidence, walking with head held high, just imagining it makes my heart beat uncontrollably fast against my chest.

Everything seems like a dream.

It was exactly one year ago, during another draft, a group of fans gathered at the Old Oak Tavern, looking dusty and frustrated. They were hesitant and resentful, and their confidence had once again fallen to the bottom.

Their team seemed to have become a strong team, making the playoffs three times in four years, finally getting out of trouble and finding a place in the league.

However, their team seemed unable to break through the barrier and repeatedly failed at crucial moments in the playoffs.

Judging from all the signs, there will be no changes in the new season.

They are depressed, dull and sad. They are dragged down by a feeling of powerlessness and depression, unable to break free. They cannot even release their anger and are trapped in a no-man's land at a loss.

but now--

The TV screen on the wall was turned on, and NBC's 360-degree live broadcast around the clock was being broadcast, and they were one of the protagonists.

Turning his head, West saw Anderson, who had just paused from his work to glance at the TV screen, and a smile crept up on his face. West, "Can you believe this?"

Anderson nodded slightly, "I can."

West was stunned.

Anderson shrugged. "Remember? The rookie said to trust him, and I did. So, I didn't question it for a second."

The scene of meeting Levi for the first time in the tavern last year emerged in my mind.

West laughed. "I wasn't that determined. I doubted, I worried, I was afraid, but I'm glad I didn't leave. And now, we are about to step into the Super Bowl. It's the Super Bowl!"

Even if only two syllables collided between lips and teeth, the emotions would swell up uncontrollably like a hot air balloon, shouting to the whole world -

“Hoo!”

The entire Old Oak Tavern cheered and roared wildly. The air was boiling, and every face was filled with happiness, blooming without reservation.

From the despair of struggling to win a single playoff game to overcoming all obstacles and winning three consecutive games to reach the Super Bowl, in just one season, Kansas City’s wildest, most romantic and most splendid dream was realized.

"what."

"Hahaha."

Just imagine it, and a smile will naturally appear on the corners of your mouth.

It turns out that dreams really can come true.

It turns out that faith can really blossom.

West couldn't help but straighten his back slightly. He believed in the chief just as he believed in life. No matter how difficult, painful or torturous it was, he could hold on and wait for the day when the dawn would shine again.

"David."

West said.

"I am satisfied. No matter the result of today's game, I am satisfied. I am not greedy, this is enough. No matter what happens, I will stay with the team and I will continue to fight."

The Super Bowl, no matter what, has an outcome, a season comes to an end, and a perfect ending exists; but real life is not like that.

Maybe the team will win, maybe the team will lose, but Kansas City’s economic downturn and unemployment frenzy will not end immediately, they still need to struggle on the living line, and the fairy tale that changes everything overnight will not happen in reality.

However, they saw a silver line of happiness behind the dark clouds, and they saw a glimmer of golden hope at the end of the endless abyss.

West, it's ready.

Champion, that's a reward.

Failure is the beginning of a new journey.

No matter what, he will not be discouraged or give up. He will continue to persevere, continue to work hard, and continue to fight. He will start again with his own hands and rebuild his life.

He will not give up and refuse to surrender.

Anderson smiled. "Since we're already here, we might as well fight to the end and see what miracles we can create."

"No confidence, but we will win, right?" West understood.

The two people exchanged glances, and their mood suddenly brightened.

knock knock.

There was a knock on the bar counter and West looked up.

"Charles, where's Chris?"

"Why can't I see that guy? Is he hiding in the corner crying? I've been waiting for this moment for a whole year. I can finally see that guy's expression. I'm ready to go all out."

Ho, ho, ho, ho.

There was a commotion.

(End of this chapter)