Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 833 Sing to your heart’s content
Nanz was like a drunk, his face flushed, his eyes red, and his endless stream of words was firing at him like a machine gun, his brain working at high speed, firing continuously before his reaction arc could adjust.

Keep going without stopping.

As my cheeks grew redder and redder, as if they might explode at any moment, my excitement and agitation continued to surge forth.

On the side, Romo was rubbing his eyes to hide the tears welling up in his eyes.

It is games like these and moments like these that constantly remind Romo how much he loves this sport. Even though he has retired, he still can't help but miss those moments of adrenaline rush when he dreams at midnight, colliding with opponents, fighting with teammates, experiencing peaks and troughs, happiness and bitterness, and burning his life to the fullest between victory and defeat.

The charm of competitive sports is definitely more than just championships and victories.

Then, Nantz got stuck, stuttering like a broken tape, and Romo took a deep breath and prepared to help his partner, but saw Nantz staring at the front of the commentary booth in amazement.

Romo also looked over -

Surging, surging, magnificent, and spectacular.

The entire audience stood up, stood shoulder to shoulder, and looked at the court.

Sing together.

“As you walk through the storm, keep your head up and don’t fear the dark.”

At the end of the storm there is a golden sky and the sweet song of the lark."

resounded through the sky.

Jenna looked at the scene in disbelief. Levi stood in the end zone, his back straightened sacredly and solemnly, quietly watching the fans in the stadium. The mighty red ocean sang loudly and gathered together -

They are dedicating their victory to Anne.

Her Anne.

Caught off guard, Jenna could no longer control herself and burst into tears.

Berry stood at the edge of the stadium, watching the scene with a smile on his face and overflowing happiness. The stadium with 80,000 people was so grand that it made him look particularly small. But at this moment, the roaring heat waves surrounded him, as if he was standing on the top of the Himalayas.

Without warning, Barry burst into tears.

He raised his hand to wipe away his tears and smiled again. Now was not a sad moment, but a happy moment, a moment of celebration. They should enjoy this moment, but the tears could not be stopped and continued to fall like pearls from a broken string.

Sixteen months. Sixteen whole months.

More than once he thought that he might never be able to return to the court, and more than once he considered whether to just give up and walk away.

But in the end, he came here and fought with his teammates.

Not far away, Houston finally recovered a little and sat up cross-legged.

I looked at the scene in front of me with mixed feelings, and just quietly enjoyed the happiness and release of this moment, as if I was appreciating a world-famous painting.

Inadvertently, he noticed Bailey out of the corner of his eye.

Haha.

Houston burst into laughter. He understood, 100 percent. Like Berry, he could no longer ignore his physical condition and age. If they wanted to step onto the court and continue to compete with those young people, they might have to put in five or ten times the effort. It would not be easy.

Houston tried to stand up and comfort Berry, but found that he still had no strength. His legs were like noodles and he couldn't even stand up.

"Eric, Eric!"

Houston yelled.

"Old guys, come here and report, don't block the young people's party."

Berry didn't move, but just silently raised his middle finger towards Houston.

Jenna looked at the scene with tears in her eyes. She saw Felix and Karen singing loudly, she saw West and Provos cheering and jumping, and she saw Levi, Mahomes and Kelce standing side by side in the end zone.

In a trance, Jenna seemed to see Annie.

She was wearing a number 23 jersey, running and laughing on the grass, her silver bell-like laughter stirring in the air, shouting "touchdown" while raising her arms and cheering. Life, blooming proudly at Arrowhead Stadium.

Then, Jenna took a deep breath, turned her head to look at Jeff who was crying, took Jeff's left hand, held it tightly, and joined the audience in singing.

"Forward, through the wind; forward, through the rain.

Perhaps, dreams will eventually be unfulfilled.

Go ahead, go ahead! With hope in your heart, you will never walk alone. "

One sentence after another, release it all.

The whole audience was excited.

Brady watched the scene quietly, anger burning in his chest.

Not just because of the failure.

Admittedly, the defeat was bitter and painful, and Brady's internal organs were burning now. This was the third time he lost to the Kansas City Chiefs in four meetings in two seasons. There was no excuse and he could no longer ignore this group of young people. Now Levi is Brady's biggest enemy in the league.

Brady hates losing, always has. Every loss is a test, but he hasn't experienced such pain and suffering for a long, long time. He seems to have never felt it again after Manning retired.

At this moment, every cell in my body is soaked in bitterness.

However, what is more painful and embarrassing than the defeat is the scene before our eyes.

A humiliation.

People often say that the world seen in the eyes of despicable people is hatred and darkness, while the world seen in the eyes of noble people is love and hope.

The same matchup, switched from Gillette Stadium to Arrowhead Stadium, ended up with the home team winning. However, Gillette Stadium flaunted its victory by attacking, while Arrowhead Stadium celebrated its victory by singing.

In the world of competitive sports, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth is the norm, and blood debt must be repaid double with blood is the truth. There is no emphasis on nobility or etiquette here, everything is like the arena in ancient Rome, with close combat and bayonet slashing, and only the winner can be seen.

This is the reality.

Meanwhile, Indianapolis.

Roar!
The moment Levi completed the touchdown, Indianapolis erupted with a frenzy that was no less than that of Kansas City, and the entire city was on fire.

Andrew Luck stood up suddenly with his fists clenched and shouted at the top of his lungs, and deafening cheers came from the streets outside.

"Beat the beat!"

"Beat the beat!"

Although the Kansas City Chiefs beat the Indianapolis Colts without any mercy, the Kansas City Chiefs also beat the New England Patriots, which was enough.

Carnival, party.

Indianapolis played as if it had advanced to the Super Bowl itself, and their season came to a satisfying end, which was enough.

Indianapolis should be able to sleep soundly tonight.

Therefore, Brady is very clear about the significance of the game in front of him and what it would mean if the New England Patriots lost at Arrowhead Stadium.

Revenge. Fight back.

Brady has prepared himself mentally. He knows that Arrowhead Stadium will retaliate double with insults, curses and attacks. He is well aware of the storm he is about to face. But he is not worried or afraid. Those voices will not cause him any harm. After so many years on the court, he has long been accustomed to it and has seen all kinds of storms. Kansas City's revenge is still too young and immature to hurt him at all.

However, he was wrong.

It was completely and utterly wrong.

Watching this scene, Brady felt smaller and more humble than ever before.

(End of this chapter)