Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 977 Perfect Blueprint
Levi looked at Vicky quietly, with a faint smile in his eyes, "Give me a little surprise."

Vic immediately realized Levi's alertness, but he didn't panic. "Oh, relax, just tell me any number, trust me, I won't be scared."

Most players would take this opportunity to express their thoughts.

Even if it is a little absurd, and it doesn't matter if you deliberately give an incredible answer like "annual salary of $100 million", because it means a crack or a window, and Vici can follow up immediately and open up the situation.

However, Levi was different.

Vicky could read Levi's ridicule from the faint smile in his eyes:
I refuse to play by your rules.

Levi, "Mr. Veitch, we all know what this is about."

Vicky, "No, I don't understand. Why don't you remind me?"

Levi, "No matter what number I say, you will push it down; no matter what number you say, I will raise it up. No one is satisfied."

Vicky, "Are you sure? Even if I say a perfect number?"

Li Wei, "This is the point. If you give me a perfect number, I will agree to it without hesitation. Then you will have a second question: is the number too high? Maybe my mental number is not that high?"

Vicky, "So we're stuck here?"

Levi, "No, Mr. Vicky, the initiative is always in your hands."

"Have you forgotten that you were the first to propose an early contract extension? You have shown your sincerity, so now it is your turn to propose a reasonable number and convince me that this is the team's greatest sincerity. I hope I can accept it, and then we can work together to win three consecutive championships."

Vicky, "Then will you agree?"

Levi, "No."

Vicky: ...

At a glance, you can see the helpless expression on Vic's face, which is a bit funny.

Levi laughed out loud, "Mr. Veitch, I said that my ambition is not so easy to satisfy. I am waiting for a contract that will make history."

Vicky deliberately took a deep breath, frowned, and shook his head repeatedly, as if he had a headache. "You should stop calling me Mr. Vicky. Every time you call me that, I get scared and always feel that something bad is about to happen."

Levi's face was full of calmness, "I think this should be added to my list of skills. I always seem to have the ability to irritate my opponents and make them lose control."

Vicky: ...

After a pause, Vicky looked at Levi, "You did this on purpose, right?"

Levi asked back with a serious look on his face, "I thought this was the essence of negotiation."

Vicki tried to remain serious but couldn't help smiling, "Indeed, that's true. But I didn't expect you to be so good at it. Your agent might have to worry about losing his job."

"Haha." Levi could taste the sarcasm and irony in Vicky's words -

It was clear that Vicki was not happy with the direction the whole conversation was taking.

Levi looked at Vic, "Sir."

Levi deliberately emphasized his tone, and this time he did not call him "Mr. Vicky", but just "Sir". His smug expression made Vicky look surprised.

On the court, they rarely see this side of Levi; is it possible to see it often in the locker room?
"What are your expectations for the Chief?" Levi fought back, posing a question.

Vicchi became focused because he knew that this was not only a counterattack, but also a signal for Levi to open up possibilities.

“Dynasty,” Veitch said.

Levi, "Like the New England Patriots?"

Vicky nodded.

Levi, "I don't think so. The New England Patriots eventually evolved into Brady and Belichick's team, but we all know that they were able to win the Super Bowl championship five times in more than ten years, and they definitely relied on more than just Brady and Belichick."

"They have a dynasty, but they are not a team." "They will never have a large number of fans outside the city like the Pittsburgh Steelers or the Dallas Cowboys; they will never be like the Green Bay Packers, where the team and the city are closely connected and never leave each other and weather the storm together."

"Sir, do you know the charm of European football?"

Vicky: His face was full of black lines.

He narrowed his eyes and glanced at Levi.

Levi laughed heartily. "Put another way to put it, the charm of NCAA football?"

Vic already understood what Levi said, but he remained focused and continued to listen.

Levi's thoughts also fell into memories. "Until now, I still cherish the years I spent with the Crimson Tide. The whole city and the team are completely connected. The game is not just a game, nor is it just about winning or losing or winning the championship. It is also a part of the lives of those residents."

"Our victories, our championships, our performances on the court, our team's culture, everything is part of their lives. We carry their hopes and dreams, we become their idols and role models, we inherit their beliefs and spirit, which is something rooted in the blood and soul."

then.

Levi looked at Vic, his eyes bright and his face full of sincerity.

"Indeed, I expect us to build a dynasty, three consecutive championships? No, no, no, we are aiming to surpass the seven Super Bowl championships of the Pittsburgh Steelers."

“But there is more to it than that.”

"I hope that we can become a symbol of a city, a part of its culture, a spiritual compass, and the center of its life. We laugh and cry together, we face challenges together and grow together, we encounter setbacks together and laugh at the wind and rain together."

"A real team should not only have victories and championships, it should also have a soul."

Just like those college teams in the NCAA, just like those teams in the European football leagues.

A smile crept up to the corner of his mouth, shining brightly on Levi's handsome face.

“I hope to be part of that process.”

"You know what? I'm back in Tuscaloosa now, and it's like coming home."

Calm, yet passionate.

Calm, yet surging.

Vic had to admit that he was stunned. Standing in front of the magnificent picture painted by Levi, he felt his own insignificance.

Of course, Vicky still remained rational——

He knew that there were no dreams in the professional league, he knew that players were just a group of pawns in the face of capital and victory or defeat, he knew that the dream described by Levi was vulnerable in the face of cruel reality, and he knew that the ending of idealism was often like Don Quixote, either becoming a madman or being shattered into pieces.

He knew all of this.

He is the team manager and will not be carried away by an illusory dream. He has long passed his passionate youth.

Calm. Objective. Rational.

He didn't throw these away.

However, Levi was so sincere and bright. Standing in front of him, Vic couldn't help but feel his heart surge, and he imagined the colorful and magnificent dream in his mind.

Even if he still maintained his sanity, Vicky had to admit:

Dreams, so beautiful and so splendid, always make people yearn for them; at the same time, they also project the ugliness and hideousness of oneself after being distorted and evolved in the face of reality.

At a certain moment, in a small corner deep in his heart, he began to realize his own insignificance and humility.

Since when did he use the cruel reality as an excuse to extinguish the dawn of his dreams, and tell himself over and over again that dreams do not exist at all.

Over and over again, until the lie becomes reality and hypnotizes yourself.

(End of this chapter)