Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 497 A group of madmen

Levi, hold your breath—

Amidst the dizziness, he found the parabola of the football rising high in the air, and watched the naughty brown-red light fall into Kelsey's arms. The breath that had been held in his chest was finally let out long ago. He shook off Kendricks but did not stand up. He just lay on the ground exhausted, letting his brain continue to erupt.

He didn't even want to move a finger now. His body and soul were completely emptied. He used up all his strength and released it all in a hearty manner.

The long, bumpy, tortuous and thrilling season has finally come to an end.

Victory. Champion.

They did it. They actually did it.

The relief of burning out and the pleasure of challenging one's limits exploded like fireworks, filling the entire brain, and the world began to spin at high speed.

Then--

"Won."

Smith took off his helmet, and his sweaty, flushed face appeared right above him, filled with irrepressible excitement and incredible excitement. He braked suddenly to control himself and avoided falling on Levi, but he still couldn't control the surging emotions.

"Won."

"Won!"

Over and over again, happiness and joy filled his words. His voice couldn't help but tremble slightly, and suddenly his eyes were filled with tears.

"we won."

Levi supported himself and stood up. Looking at Smith, who was smiling but crying, words were not enough to accurately describe his feelings at this moment. He raised his hand and patted Smith's shoulder, gave the captain a hug, then smiled and spoke confidently.

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

Smith couldn't help but burst into laughter, but he never expected that his tears would burst out like pearls from a broken string, completely out of control. He cried and laughed like a madman. He kept raising his hands to try to wipe away his tears, but they wouldn't come out clean. Finally, he simply gave up, lay down with his hands spread out and burst into tears.

Smith had really waited too long for this moment.

Once, he carefully imagined what it would feel like to be the champion, and then stood in the bathroom imagining the scene of holding the Super Bowl trophy; but slowly, slowly, he didn't even dare to let go of his imagination, and buried his dream timidly and lostly. Without hope, there would be no disappointment.

The disappointment was so painful and torturous that he no longer had the energy to bear it.

however.

They did it, they finally reached the top and achieved glory.

Smith thought he would be ecstatic, but he was dragged into a hell of tears by bitterness and sadness. The countless days and nights of tossing and turning in the past few years, and the failures one season after another flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, easily breaking down all defenses.

Immediately afterwards, a commotion spread from far away.

"Ah, ahhhh, Levi, Levi Levi Levi!"

"Champions! We are the champions!"

"You are a lunatic! A lunatic!"

Faces distorted by excitement and figures jumping for joy rushed towards Levi like a tide.

One after another, no breathing room.

then.

A figure rushed over at full speed, shouting "Make way" from a long distance. He spotted Levi's figure in the surging crowd, leaped up, and collided with Levi head-on, as if he was hit by some heavy weapon. Levi's knees went weak and he took a few steps back.

Seeing this, Kelsey reacted quickly a second time and grabbed Levi to control the situation.

There was a commotion nearby, "Travis crashed into our championship hero."

Kelsey chuckled twice, touched his head, and turned around to find Smith crying. "Ah, Levi, what did you do to our captain?"

All eyes turned to Smith. Smith was a little shy and embarrassed, but he didn't dodge or escape. Instead, he spread his hands and let his embarrassed face show, "Hey, we are the champions!"

In an instant, everyone raised their hands high and started dancing on the spot.

"Champion! Champion! Champion!"

……

Fly, fly, fall, catch the ball.

The Old Oak Tavern was completely silent. Everyone stood there like statues. They were about to cheer when they saw Kelsey catch the ball, but they were all shocked when Jenkins’s tackle choked them off. It wasn’t until Kelsey regained control of the football and stood up that they were all about to cheer.

Volcano, eruption.

Ah, ahhhh, ahhhh!
West suddenly clenched his fists and raised his arms to shout, his mind was blank, he had no thoughts, he just shouted blankly.

Ah!
Look at the TV screen.

Ah!
Look at Anderson.

Use all your strength, burn your soul, completely abandon reason and fall into madness.

The entire Old Oak Tavern was shaking, everyone was jumping, cheering and shouting, the overwhelming magma and heat waves made language pale and powerless.

Anderson watched this scene quietly, trying to control himself, and controlling himself again, but ultimately failed, and turned around and entered the bar kitchen.

Silently lit a cigarette.

Anderson couldn't help but recall his childhood, when he followed his father, mother, grandparents and witnessed the Kansas City Chiefs' first championship. At that time, he didn't understand anything and just joined in the cheers. He was puzzled when he saw his grandfather covering his face and crying:

I was so happy, but I shed tears. Why?

In the blink of an eye, half a century has passed, and he is gradually approaching the age of his grandfather. He also witnessed a legend in the Old Oak Tavern.

Sadly, grandpa is no longer with us.

Even my father...if he hadn't been diagnosed with Alzheimer's, he would have shown up at the bar and fought alongside them.

but.

The team finally won the championship.

No matter how difficult, no matter how slim, no matter how many setbacks there were, they never gave up, they always fought to the end and kept fighting. They once again demonstrated the chief's tenacity and wildness, ignited a ray of dawn in the endless long night, and led them out of the predicament.

No one believed in the team. Even their die-hard fans fell into despair and were on the verge of giving up more than once. Hope and dreams seemed to be just sugar-coated bullets in fairy tales used to deceive children and numb their souls.

However, the team did not give up.

They are still fighting, they are still striving, they still foolishly and naively believe that dreams ignite hope, and they still firmly grasp every moment of life to shine.

Because dreams make their lives bearable.

When he wakes up tomorrow morning, he will tell his father. His father will definitely be very happy. Even though Alzheimer's disease is incurable and irreversible, it does not mean that they should give up life and hope.

He still believed, just as he believed in the Kansas Chief.

The dawn will eventually come. No matter what happens, the Old Oak Tavern will always be here. The last miracle of the Kansas City Chiefs allowed them to persist for half a century. This time, the legend may last longer.

He is not greedy, not at all. That is enough.

Anderson took another deep puff of his cigarette. The revelry and noise in the bar behind him were still surging, but he was quietly enjoying the happiness of the moment alone.

A kind of purity and also a kind of fulfillment.

(End of this chapter)