Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 466 Hot
Chris Provos?

As soon as a name was thrown out, one could instantly feel the surrounding gazes gathering around him, and one or two people couldn't help but start rubbing their hands.

It is obvious that Provos has offended many fans this year.

West stared speechlessly.

"That's all he can do. He got mad at Chris. If he had the guts, why didn't he go to a Philadelphia bar and have a 300-round fight with Eagles fans?"

As soon as this sentence was thrown out, other fans followed suit and made comments.

The fan was slightly embarrassed, but did not back down verbally. "For the entire season, he has been whining and naysaying that we are no good, constantly pouring cold water on us. Now that we have entered the Super Bowl, are you still not allowed to complain about him?"

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

It can be seen from the fans' reactions that these words are quite popular among the people.

West couldn't argue with that.

"I know. And he knows, too."

"Chris's mouth and temper are worse than a rock in the toilet. Obviously, he knows that he has offended everyone this year, so he is ready to atone for his sins."

There was a commotion nearby.

"Atonement?"

"Are you inviting me to drink?"

"One beer, I'll do."

"Go away, Chris can barely pay the rent for his apartment, where would he get the spare money to treat us?"

"What should I do? Should I stand at the bar and perform 'Sexy Comeback'?"

"what!"

There was a roar of laughter.

West didn't keep the secret any longer.

"Chris went north."

The whole audience was stunned and silent.

"Chris went to Minneapolis and went to the American Stadium to support the team."

Huh!
The entire Old Oak Tavern was almost in an uproar.

……

"Take me home, country roads; country roads, take me home. Back to where I grew up, West Virginia, mother mountains."

Melodious music came from the car radio, and I was swimming in the scenery that was speeding backwards outside the car window. The rushing Mississippi River made my mood surge. The mountains at the end of my sight were covered with a layer of white snow, as if Elsa was entering winter.

Provos couldn't help but hum along.

It was his first time in Minneapolis, but miraculously, he felt like he was coming home.

Maybe it was just an impulse at the beginning.

Provos knows his own stupidity. He has been denying, resisting, and being stubborn throughout the entire season, singing the opposite tune the whole time, like an idiot.

And now that the team has advanced to the Super Bowl, he is like a clown. He can't cheer for the team as if nothing has happened, nor can he pretend that he has always believed in the team. He can't do it.

So, he chose to go to Minneapolis.

Supporting the team with practical actions is not only a way of atonement, but also a way of taking action, standing by the team and fighting hand in hand.

This time, no matter the outcome, he will not turn his back on the Chiefs. He will stand with his head held high and fight with the team until the last moment.

He always does what he says.

Maybe someone will ask, what about the ticket price?
It doesn't matter, Provos has already thought of it all.

He planned to solve his food, clothing, housing and transportation problems in the car, and just find a free parking lot or sleep in the wilderness for a night; as for food, junk food such as potato chips, cola, hamburgers, etc. were very cheap, as long as he would not starve to death, he only needed to worry about the gas fee for the nine-hour round trip. He started saving this money two weeks ago.

Wait, tickets?
Who says you need tickets to watch the Super Bowl?

At the entrance of the stadium, thousands of fans who failed to get tickets gathered in the open space and watched the game on the big screen.

It's free. Anyway, Provos has already made a plan. He just wants to be there, and regardless of the outcome, he wants to face it together with the Kansas City Chiefs.

And now, along the way, the momentary impulse is evolving into a belief, becoming more and more firm, more and more excited, and more and more excited.

Because he knew it was the right choice.

He had never been so sure all season.

and.

When Provos arrived at U.S. Bank Stadium, the belief reached its apex.

The huge and dense crowd filled every corner of the vision.

If that were all, there would be nothing to be surprised about. The capacity of the U.S. Bank Stadium is on the same level as that of the Arrowhead Stadium. On the home game days of the Kansas City Chiefs, you can also see hundreds of thousands of people gathering together. Provost has seen the world before.

The real difference lies not in the quantity, but in the carnival atmosphere.

Every face was filled with happiness and joy, every figure radiated enthusiasm and excitement, no matter whether they were fans of the Philadelphia Eagles and Kansas City Chiefs, or fans of the Minnesota Vikings and other teams, every fan who arrived at the scene joined in the carnival wholeheartedly and wantonly, those smiling faces, cheers, and actions collided with each other, ignited the air, and evolved into a colorful heat wave, spreading out vastly under the clear sky of Minneapolis.

Being in it, you can feel the pure and simple happiness.

"Go, Eagle, go!"

"Chief, fight!"

"Ahhh!"

All kinds of cheers and heat waves meandered in the field of vision like streams, red, blue, white and all kinds of other colorful colors bloomed, waves collided and stirred each other, the roar continued to explode, there was no need for words, people danced.

Overwhelmed!

Dazzling!

Provos was completely stunned.

Until this moment, he finally understood what a carnival feast was.

"Oh, sorry."

Provos was a little distracted for a moment and accidentally bumped into someone. He quickly turned around to apologize, and then saw an Asian couple. They looked a little nervous and waved their hands to indicate that it was okay.

Provos was stunned, and at first glance he noticed the jerseys the couple was wearing.

Red number twenty-three.

"Rookie!"

Provos' eyes lit up and he pointed to his red No. 23 jersey. The next second he high-fived the Asian couple to celebrate.

The Asian couple seemed a little reserved, but they still had shy smiles on their faces.

The next second, the surrounding fans caught the conversation and immediately followed up with shouts:

"Edgewalker".

This sentence was a signal, and the surrounding fans united as one and started singing loudly without any warning.

"He's here, he's there, he's everywhere, he's the Edgewalker, Levi Levi Levi!"

Over and over and over again.

The air begins to burn.

Li Yi was still not used to it and couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. He looked at Jiang Yin with a puzzled look. How did all this happen?
Jiang Yin was also confused. They just bumped into someone accidentally, and were apologizing to each other one second, and the whole audience was singing in chorus the next second?

But, this feeling doesn’t seem bad.

On the side, Perry had already given a standard demonstration, raising his hands high to join the chorus, and the deafening cheers ignited the first wave of frenzy at the Bank of America Stadium.

Whether it was Li Yi or Jiang Yin, it was their first time to come to watch a game live, and it was also their first time to personally feel Levi's current momentum -

The heat wave is rolling.

Everything is just because of Levi.

(End of this chapter)