Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 1008 - 1007 Status Hot

"Attack!"

Foles’ snap count pierced the air, his hands received the ball from the center, immediately retreating with rapid cross steps, a wave of heat surged through the air—

Danger!

Faced with a third and six-yard predicament, the Kansas City Chiefs quickly showed their strength, unlike the previous two seasons, with defensive front pressure massively increased.

Foles had no time to survey the passing targets, hastily retreating his steps, trying to create space, yet seeing the pocket on the verge of collapse.

A breakthrough from the outside by Frank.

A breakthrough from the front by Jones.

Pressure, layered upon layer.

Only after retreating a full seven to eight yards did Foles finally have time to observe the location of his passing targets, scattered across different positions on the field.

However, the Kansas City Chiefs’ secondary had already seen through the Jacksonville Jaguars’ passing tactics, with the cornerback and safety tightly covering, leaving Foles unable to find an open slot—

Damn it.

One major shortcoming was that Jaguars’ running back Fournette completely lacked intimidation.

The player once hailed as one of the "top three running backs" could no longer keep up with the growth of Li Wei and McCaffrey, and no one was discussing Fournette and Li Wei together anymore; the focus of this match was entirely on "Li Wei vs. Foles," with Fournette perfectly invisible.

The running back kept hitting a wall on the ground, shifting the offensive pressure onto the quarterback—

Isn’t this story somewhat familiar?

But Foles was not Bortles; he refused to be caught easily.

Despite seeing no passing targets, Foles did not give up.

Move, wait, then observe again.

Yet, Jones would give no chance, tearing through the pocket like a spear, hitting Foles head-on with a powerful wave.

Danger!

Foles noticed immediately, and since the distance was enough, even the blindside could be clearly seen, as Clark had also broken through.

A pincer attack.

Surrounded.

In this crisis, Foles seemed to return to the moment on the Super Bowl stage.

No hesitation, no thinking, a lateral move to the right, dodging Jones’ first tackle, using Jones to block Clark, then quickly moving before Jones could close in a second time.

The roaring wind beat against the eardrums, the red whirlwind approaching once again, yet Foles still found no passing target.

What to do?

Wait, there it is.

Jones lunged forward, and at the critical moment, Foles shifted half a body width to the right, his body balance teetering but eyes filled with determination, clenching his teeth.

Push off, rotate, swing the arm.

In an instant, his arm whipped like a lash, quickly releasing the football with the strength of his wrist and forearm.

The next second, both Jones and Foles tumbled down together like rolling gourds, while the football traced a rainbow arc through the air.

Bowstring drawn, piercing the night sky.

Ten yards!

Twenty yards!

Thirty yards!

The football soared thirty-six yards, clearing the Kansas City Chiefs’ secondary defense, flying mightily towards the goal line, seemingly about to cross the baseline.

A silhouette cut inside from left to right, unexpectedly appearing in the flight path of the football, arms raised as he leaped high.

It was none other than the second-year wide receiver DJ Chark!

This young player, tall and lanky at 6.27 feet (191 cm), was a typical representative of the current trend for large wide receivers, his arms spread like those of an orangutan, intercepting the ball just before it crossed the baseline and pulling it into his embrace.

Landing, controlling, staying in bounds, nearly perfect.

"Beautiful!"

Cheers erupted in the broadcast room.

"Touchdown!"

"Touchdown! Ahhhhh!"

"It’s a touchdown! The Jacksonville Jaguars scored a touchdown too!"

"Unbelievable!"

"Nick Foles, a thirty-six-yard pass, finding the wide receiver Chark cutting at the last moment at the end zone baseline, like a dancing blade, completing the connection, scoring a touchdown for the Jacksonville Jaguars!"

"Spectacular!"

"Foles, seemingly divinely inspired, ’Saint Nick’ shines again, reminding us of that dominant, unstoppable Foles from the 2017 playoffs."

"Eight passes, six completions, leading the Jacksonville Jaguars on a seventy-five-yard drive, converting two third-down dilemmas, taking three minutes and twenty-seven seconds, and tying the score for the visiting Jaguars!"

"Wow!"

"Such explosiveness is precisely what the Jacksonville Jaguars have lacked in the past two seasons."

"Foles’ off-season transfer raised doubts among many about whether he was worth the four-year, eighty-eight-million-US-dollar deal."

"However!"

"Foles relives the ’Saint Nick’ moment, instantly returning to Super Bowl 52!"

Ah!

Foles disentangled from Jones and stood up, clenching his fist with a triumphant shout. fгeewebnovёl.com

Turning around, Foles looked towards the sideline, finding Li Wei among the crowd—

Li Wei was applauding him, eyes shining with confidence, neither timid nor retreating, proudly facing the challenge.

Foles, feeling equally inspired and heroic, smiled confidently at Li Wei, slowly stepping back, then turning to join the Jacksonville Jaguars’ offensive group’s celebration.

In the crowd, Li Wei spotted the discouraged Mathieu.

The Kansas City Chiefs Defense still needed to mesh, both the players and the coaching staff.

In Li Wei’s view, this was no reason to blame Mathieu; the opponent’s wide receiver Chark seized a slim chance, yet the real key was Foles’ divine grab of that opportunity, making the pass successful, credit to Foles.

The Kansas City Chiefs still had time to slowly build their defense.

Mathieu was just a rookie, facing that first wave of professional pressure.

Li Wei said nothing much, just calling Mathieu as he was coming off the field.

"Hey, kid."

Mathieu didn’t hear him until another safety, Sorensen, pulled him aside.

Looking up, Mathieu saw Li Wei’s raised right hand.

Stunned, not understanding.

Li Wei smiled. "Don’t make the entire offensive group wait here; my time is limited."

Somewhat confused, Mathieu lightly high-fived Li Wei.

Li Wei shook his head, "Harder, chin up! This is just the beginning."

Like a robot, Mathieu raised his right hand again and gave a firm clap to Li Wei’s hand.

Satisfied, Li Wei nodded subtly, patted Mathieu on the shoulder allowing him to rest, as other defensive players swarmed around Mathieu.

Nearby, rookie wide receiver Hardman cast envious glances at Mathieu.

But the next moment, Li Wei was already standing close by, alongside Kelsey, waiting to take the field, sharing laughter and conversations with Kelsey, Mahomes, which prompted Hardman to silently straighten his posture.

How could he forget that now they were fighting side by side, he was also a part of the Kansas City Chiefs?

The deafening cheers from Arrowhead Stadium echoed around them, with no hint of retreat, repeatedly soaring through the night sky.

"Fly!"