Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 484 Blood splattered on the spot

"Oops, my pocket is torn!"

"The Philadelphia Eagles' five-man pass rush suddenly went into overdrive. God, Smith was retreating, Smith was dodging."

"Hey!"

"Graham! Brandon Graham breaks through the blockade and cuts into the pocket, leading the way to intercept Smith."

"Capture and kill!"

"Jesus Christ, capture and kill!"

"Graham sacks Smith!"

"Philadelphia Eagles No. 55, Graham, a defensive end who was a second-team All-American last season, has been mediocre this season and in this game as well, but he made a contribution at the most important and crucial moment. This was the first sack for both teams combined in the entire game, and the first sack of a quarterback."

"incredible!"

"Ah, dropped ball."

"Oh my god..."

Collinsworth was completely stunned and couldn't believe his eyes.

Pressure accumulates little by little.

The situation is becoming increasingly stalemate.

Just like a stretched rubber band, when it reaches a critical point, it will break. Either the east wind will prevail over the west wind, or the west wind will prevail over the east wind.

Everything is expected.

However, when the incident actually happened, the shock and impact were still as strong and fierce as ever, grabbing the heart and almost making it explode.

Although the Philadelphia Eagles missed the extra point for the second time in the game, this time it did not become a turning point for the rise of the Kansas City Chiefs. Instead, it became a turning point for the Philadelphia Eagles to make a desperate effort. This defensive team played the most exciting defense at the U.S. Bank Stadium tonight.

For a moment, there was a roar in the brain, and the ability to react was completely lost. Everything depended on instinct, and the words did not pass through the brain, but were reflected directly from the eyes. Michaels' commentary was like a machine gun hovering over the Bank of America Stadium, firing at full force, and the whole stadium was surging.

"Drop the ball."

"Graham not only tackled Smith, but also knocked the football out of Smith's arms."

"Levi is chasing back! Barnett is moving forward!"

“Wait, defensive end Barnett came out of nowhere, but obviously, Barnett got the upper hand.”

"Barnett!"

"God, head-on collision!"

"Levi's helmet flew off, Barnett! Barnett got the football!"

"Barnett grabbed the football first and then covered it. The Philadelphia Eagles had the first sack and the first ball change of the game."

"incredible!"

"How did this happen?"

Shocked, stunned, my brain was buzzing with excitement.

However, before he had time to react, he was hit again in the next second. Before one wave subsided, another wave came to attack, and he couldn't stop at all.

"Wait, Levi, Levi seems to be injured."

"God."

As soon as the words came out, Michaels was stunned.

Levi stood up, his face covered in blood, like a god of war who had fought his way back from hell, his bloody eyes bursting with murderous intent.

Above the court, Jiang Yin stood up suddenly, but her knees went weak and she almost fell back. Li Yi, Donna and others hurriedly supported Jiang Yin.

Jiang Yin managed to control herself with difficulty, but her wildly beating heart was torn apart, and her ears were roaring. She looked at the palm-sized figure on the court, raised her hand to cover her mouth, and tried her best to control herself, but tears still blurred her vision instantly, and she just felt dizzy.

On the court.

Kelce came up. Hill came up. Houston and Mahomes and others all came up. The team doctor also came up.

Levi kept waving his hands, "It's okay."

"It's okay. It's really okay."

"It was just a bump, really. Look at me, full of energy. Why, do I look particularly scary? Damn my handsome image." Instead, Levi kept comforting everyone and calmed them down.

The team doctor gave him a quick check and let out a long breath. Although it looked scary, it was just a scratch on the eyebrow bone, which was bleeding heavily. It was actually nothing serious. However, to be on the safe side, the team doctor still performed a simple concussion test to make sure that Levi was fine.

It seems like a very long time to describe, but in fact it is only a short moment.

The team doctor was worried and asked Levi to return to the sidelines for further examination. Levi was about to leave when he saw Smith sitting on the ground with his head down, deeply remorseful, in the dense crowd.

Everyone's attention was on Levi, so much so that they ignored Smith——

Drop the ball.

First sack of the game. First fumble of the game. First possession change of the game.

But that happened to Smith.

It debuted with great ambition and confidence, but ended in such a way.

Levi had no way of imagining Smith's mood, the self-blame, the regret, the pain. Words were not enough to describe even one-tenth of his feelings at the moment. Even he himself failed to cover the ball, which eventually led to a change of ball possession. The regret and anger exploded in his chest, let alone Smith?
Smith seemed to be defeated and sat there in a daze.

Taking a deep breath, Levi pushed through the crowd and walked up.

"team leader."

Smith didn't dare to look up.

"Captain! This is not the end."

Smith finally raised his head and saw Levi with blood all over his face. He looked so embarrassed and awkward, but there was a smile on Levi's lips, shining with determination and confidence. He had no regrets, frustration or sadness. Instead, he was more determined and stronger than ever.

Levi believed that they might win, they might lose, all outcomes were possible, and after this loss, it became more real than ever, the crisis of losing gripped his heart firmly; however, he was not ready to give up, he could lose the game but could not be defeated by such a moment, he would fight to the end, he would struggle to the end, he would burn all his energy until the last moment.

The game isn’t over until it’s over.

Everything will eventually have an outcome, but he is prepared to face this outcome with dignity.

then.

Levi clenched his right fist and pounded his heart.

“Still-pounding.”

One action, one word, is enough.

Smith took a deep breath, regained some sanity and returned to reality, grabbed Levi's outstretched right hand, used a little leverage, stood up suddenly, and gave Levi a hug. Countless emotions flooded into his mind.

"Levi, I want to win once."

Smith whispered, the unwillingness, the grievance, and the bitterness carefully revealed a corner, as if being dragged into the abyss by despair.

He really - really really wanted to win for once, he had tried his best, he had burned the universe on fire, but he still fell before the finish line.

So, he can't do it? Is he really not able to do it?
Not reconciled.

I really can't accept this.

Levi couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.

Levi thought of Berry, and all his ambitions and passions turned into reluctance. He could only watch the game on crutches.

He saw Smith. Everyone said he was mediocre, had shortcomings and was incompetent, and that he was destined to not be able to lead the team to the championship. But he played the most exciting game of his career today. He had given his all and tried his best. But, it still didn't work?

When people focus on the glamour of championships and victories, they ignore the souls who have devoted all their efforts and burned their lives on the road to victory.

Smith immediately realized his gaffe, took a deep breath, controlled himself, loosened his arms, and then escorted Levi off the court with the team doctor.

Next, the Kansas City Chiefs defense and the Philadelphia Eagles offense will take the stage.

Through his blurry vision, Levi saw his defensive teammates standing neatly on the sidelines, ready to go on the court, looking at him and Smith with concern. Levi also saw Berry, who was standing alone at the entrance of the player tunnel, wanting to get closer but not daring to, holding on to his crutches tightly and standing stiffly in place.

Is this the end?
No.

Levi didn't think so, Levi refused to think so, the two-minute pause hadn't even started, the fat lady hadn't even started singing.

It’s really too early to give up now.

This is not the end, and this shouldn't be the end.

(End of this chapter)