Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 485: Fighting
Jiang Yin stared at the court and Levi quietly, her heart curled up into a ball and her whole body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Although her mind told her not to worry, as the team doctor and other teammates were with Levi, her heart was still beating hard. That was her child, the child she had accompanied since conception. Looking at his face covered in blood, she temporarily forgot to breathe.

Time seems to have pressed the pause button.

then.

Li Yi couldn't help himself and turned around to leave the VIP lounge. He couldn't just stand here and watch everything without doing anything.

He needs to do something.

"Old Li."

However, Jiang Yin stopped Li Yi.

Li Yi stopped and looked at Jiang Yin with anger on his face.

Jiang Yin's shoulders were trembling slightly, and her lips were almost bloodless. She turned to look at Li Yi, "Old Li, your son has grown up. This is his battle, and he needs to complete it by himself."

Li Yi frowned, "Nonsense!"

Jiang Yin shook her head, but didn't say anything more. She just looked at the court and said, "Look for yourself."

Li Yi was stunned, and after hesitating, he walked back and stood in front of the window looking down.

Jiang Yin straightened his back, opened his shoulders, and found his courage. A firmness appeared between his brows. Although there were still tears in his eyes that had not been wiped away, his gaze was so firm and powerful as he stared at the figure on the court.

On the sidelines of the stadium, a dull, oppressive, and bewildered low pressure hung over the Kansas City Chiefs.

They performed brilliantly throughout the match, they fought without reservation, they withstood the heavy attacks from their opponents, and they gritted their teeth and persevered until now.

However, they are still too young after all. They have escaped death twice from the Tennessee Titans and the New England Patriots, experienced the full release of the AFC Finals, experienced the heavy blow before the return of the team leader, experienced many lucky escapes, stalemates and fierce battles tonight, but fell before the finish line, the most serious fall of the entire game tonight. For a moment, all the gathered spirits inevitably fluctuated.

At this time, Berry appeared.

He used crutches and tried to move forward, trying to fight alongside his teammates.

But, he can't.

At this moment, Berry hated himself, hated his own fragility and helplessness. When the team needed him most, he could only watch.

Watching the scene quietly, Berry couldn't and didn't dare to get close. He was now a burden to the team and couldn't help in any way.

but.

But... he really, really wanted to fight with them. Even if he failed, he hoped to face it with them.

It is so close, yet it seems so far away.

then.

Berry's eyes collided with Levi's.

Levi, smiled.

He raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and beat his heart again and again, as if he was feeling the beating of his heart and the boiling of his blood.

No words are needed, just an action is enough.

Berry understood:
Still fighting. Refusing to give up, refusing to surrender, keep fighting, keep burning, keep releasing, the game is not over yet.

Bang bang, bang bang.

The muffled sound burst out with incredible energy. It was the sound of hearts pounding and fists hammering, a silent cry, with a proud and confident attitude, the voice of the Kansas Chief.

Berry couldn't help but straighten his back, clench his fists, and beat his chest.

In the Old Oak Tavern.

Anderson stared at the TV screen. Levi hadn't forgotten his promise. He said he would fight to the end. Anderson hadn't forgotten his promise either. He said he would stand behind the team no matter what.

Indeed, competitive sports are as cruel as real life. Hard work does not necessarily pay off, and persistence does not necessarily lead to victory. They hold hope but may not necessarily see the light of day. The team may try their best but fall before the finish line, ending the entire season in vain. The gloom and depression hanging over Kansas City will not miraculously dissipate because of the outcome of a game. Difficulties and challenges will always linger around.

This is a fact.

But they are still fighting, they are still persisting.

They still foolishly and stubbornly believe in their dreams.

boom.

Anderson also clenched his fists and pounded his chest, again and again, to get his heart beating. He raised his head with tears in his eyes and stared at the TV screen.

Bang bang, bang bang.

The silent support spread like this.

West and Provos stood in two cities separated by thousands of miles, staring at the big screen in front of them, but at this moment they broke the limitations of time and space and performed the same action.

Fight side by side.

Li Yi was stunned. He had never understood football, but at this moment, he felt the passion, the will and the belief burning.

Turning around, Li Yi saw Jiang Yin's eyes filled with tears but she was beating her chest stubbornly and firmly. Such a simple action burst out with incredible power.

Then, Li Yi also clenched his fists and pounded them on his chest.

boom. boom. boom.

Smith straightened his back.

Kelce and Mahomes are back on top.

Even Childress clenched his fists.

One by one, the red-shirted spectators at Bank of America Stadium stood up silently, their heads held high and their eyes fixed on the field.

It was not cheering or shouting, but just pounding the chest with fists and feeling the heart beating. The dull sounds were inexplicably connected together and finally condensed into a rope, evolving into incredible energy, like a tsunami, swirling and surging over the Bank of America Stadium, penetrating the TV screen, and spreading to the entire North American continent.

Tragic but powerful.

At the center of everything, a young boy wearing the No. 23 jersey, with blood all over his face but bright eyes, is blowing the battle horn with a burning soul.

Finally, all eyes were turned to the Kansas City Chiefs defense.

The players led by Houston did not speak, but just exchanged glances.

Throughout the game, the offense has been carrying the game, and now it is the defense's turn. Just like the Philadelphia Eagles, their defense also stepped up at the critical moment to break the balance, so how can they let the opponent shine alone?
Houston laughed.

Even though Berry cannot play, even though Smith and Levi are both injured, even though Revis and others are at low health, what does it matter?
They will still fight to the end. The game is not over yet, is it?
Turning around, Houston led the defense team onto the court.

Two minutes and eleven seconds, two minutes and ten seconds...

The game time is passing, and there is only a little time left before the end of the 52nd Super Bowl. The football is at the 17-yard line in the Philadelphia Eagles' half. Philadelphia has begun to celebrate the victory and the first Super Bowl championship trophy in the team's history; but Minneapolis can deeply feel the atmosphere of battle.

Fowles led the team once again, and tonight's divinely-assisted performance needed to be put to a perfect end.

But this time, it's a little different.

Fowles's task is not to advance or score, but to consume time, control the ball, steadily control the game, and stride towards victory.

The opponents were full of fighting spirit; Fowles was no exception. There was desire in his eyes, and he also longed to continue to release himself without reservation, as if this was the last chance to shine in his career.

(End of this chapter)