Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 767: Awesome
Leonard: Huff.

Panting, pale, staring at Levi's figure with lifeless eyes, even he, who has always been hailed as a madman, couldn't help but feel listless at this moment. Looking at the back of No. 23 standing tall in the end zone, it seemed as if he was out of reach. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch up.

Huchi, wheeze.

Leonard was just gasping for breath, his mind was blank and he couldn't think.

On the sidelines of the court, Andrew Luck watched this scene and fell silent.

If the score gap was smaller, he would still try to catch up. He is not a greenhouse flower that has not been tested or endured hardships. He has become the protagonist of inspirational stories of Jedi reversals in competitive arenas more than once. He is not unfamiliar with such scenes.

However, at this moment, looking at the scoreboard and the situation on the court, Lake felt powerless. No matter how hard they tried, they could not see any possibility of turning the situation around. There was only a feeling of frustration.

I've heard before that it's a tragedy for sprinters to encounter Bolt in his prime, because they can only see the back of the Jamaican Lightning forever.

Lak scoffed at this. He always believed that it was an honor to compete with top players. They should enjoy the exciting feeling. Competing with the strongest opponents is the essence of competitive sports.

Today, Lak finally understood what that feeling was like.

It's not just a frustration, it's also a lack of interest.

It's boring, really boring. They are like a group of headless flies, running around aimlessly without knowing what they are doing.

Not interesting at all.

The mountains stand tall.

In hot-blooded comics and superhero movies, people always force themselves to be excited: you can do it, the game is not over yet, everything is possible.

In real life, looking at the glaring numbers on the scoreboard, it seems to be laughing at their insignificance and stupidity——

"7:35".

When the gap is within sight, everything seems possible, counterattack, reversal, that is a kind of enjoyment; when the gap is completely out of control, it is another story, a completely different story.

This was a story that no one in the Indianapolis Colts expected before the divisional round began.

A breath was stuck in his chest. Lak was not angry, depressed or sad. He just felt that everything in front of him was meaningless.

“Andrew…Andrew!”

"Lark!"

The continuous calls exploded on his eardrums, bringing Lak back to reality.

Lark turned around and looked back. It was Reggie.

Reich patted Lak's helmet and said, "Get ready to go on stage. You can do it, believe in yourself, Andrew, you can do it. The game is not over yet, we still have a chance, as long as we don't give up, everything is possible."

"Understand?"

Lark glanced at Reach, nodded randomly, didn't answer, turned around and silently appeared again.

It wasn't just Lak, the commentary booth and the studio were the same, it was a bit embarrassing.

The score gap was so huge that any words sounded like quibbling, lame nonsense, and a futile effort to save face.

But what can they do?

The audience can turn around and leave, the Indianapolis Colts fans can turn off the TV while cursing, the onlookers can leave in boredom, but they can't. Not only can they not, they have to continue commentating.

The game is not over yet, and they still have to play a neutral role, trying to keep the suspense going and cheer for the Indianapolis Colts.

When it comes to chicken soup for the soul, no one is better than the commentators.

The first regional match was a mess. In fact, the commentators were the ones who had the hardest time.

How did things turn out like this? The difficulty of the work has increased by several levels.

They had to rack their brains to come up with a solution, hoping that the lagging team could regain their momentum and catch up; but every time they put forward some ideas, they were suppressed in the blink of an eye. The lifeless game made them depressed, but they had to cheer themselves up one by one. Pure workers, Bao Bao felt bitter in his heart, but he couldn't say it out loud.

……

Roger Goodell stood in the VIP room at Arrowhead Stadium, looking down on everyone.

"fly!"

"fly!"

Regardless of whether they are leading or trailing, Arrowhead Stadium is always full of energy, and the passionate and enthusiastic cheering is shaking the entire city.

It's like a volcano.

Generally speaking, there is no uniform clothing requirement for fans going to the stadium. They can wear their own clothes or their own jerseys. If they choose jerseys, there are no strict requirements. Everyone can choose the jerseys they own, for different seasons, home or away games, and so on.

In other words, even if you choose all-colored jerseys, they are still colorful and dazzling.

Arrowhead Stadium is no exception.

However, since the beginning of this season, the fans of Arrowhead Stadium have gradually influenced and supported each other, and finally become united. When most fans go to the home stadium, they try to choose the home red jerseys as much as possible. Even if they cannot update to the new jerseys of the latest season, they will choose the old red jerseys of previous years.

A symbol and also a power.

So, there is the Arrowhead Stadium in front of us——

It is vast and majestic, covering the mountains and plains, a sea of ​​red, like a flame, comparable to a huge wave, lighting up the entire world and becoming a magnificent scene in Kansas City.

Amazed again and again.

Only by actually being at Arrowhead Stadium and feeling the atmosphere and energy can you truly experience the craze of this sport.

That's the case at this moment.

Goodell was completely immersed in it and forgot himself.

"Roger..."

"Roger!"

The call in his ear suddenly pulled Goodall's thoughts back to the ground. When he turned around, he could see the worry on his colleague's face.

He exhaled softly, "Don't worry, luckily we didn't schedule a night match."

In one word, the answer is clear.

Obviously, the other side is worried about the ratings. Such a one-sided game is a blessing for the home fans, who can enjoy the game; but it is a torture for the lagging side and neutral fans. There is no highlight without confrontation, so fans naturally refuse to buy it.

This game looked hopeless no matter how you looked at it. The Indianapolis Colts were powerless to turn the tide.

Perhaps, the only thing to be thankful for now is that this is not a night game and the league can still count on the subsequent games.

Looking at Goodell's absent-minded expression, I naturally guessed that he was worried about the ratings, so I had to say a few words of comfort.

But I never expected that a smile would rise at the corner of Goodell's mouth, "No, I'm not worried."

In the VIP room, other people in the league looked over, and one by one they doubted their ears, not daring to believe what Goodell said.

Goodell chuckled, "I believe the ratings for this game should not be very good, but we should look forward to the reaction after the game."

What do you mean?
Goodell, "The game was one-sided and boring, but it also proved that the Kansas City Chiefs are now transforming into a real strong team."

“When a new strong team is born, people will provoke, confront and attack it; however, when this strong team keeps winning, slowly, no one cares whether their victory is exciting or beautiful, but will marvel at the strength and ease of their victory.”

"Then, pay homage."

(End of this chapter)