Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 1162 - 1161: Top-Tier Treatment

Turning a corner, just like entering a new village after a willow-darkened alley, the giant arch over New Wembley came into view, overlapping with the London Eye across the Thames River, like a painting gradually unfolding before the eyes.

The sky, slightly gloomy, with a faint gray mist quietly swirling, while the arch outlines a curve in the posture of a rainbow, completing a symphony of collision between modernity and nature.

Although the Kansas City Chiefs have experienced many away games, almost having played at all the other thirty-one stadiums in the league, crossing the Atlantic to another country and entering a brand-new stadium, stepping into a different cultural world, the fatigue of the long journey and the unfamiliar jet lag intertwine, injecting magic into the scene before them, making everything different.

It feels just like Harry Potter arriving at Hogwarts for the first time.

Slowly, slowly, Wembley gradually reveals its entire visage.

The next second, the massive crowd showed just the tip of the iceberg. Before the players’ attention could shift from Wembley’s architecture, a rolling wave of heat was already erupting, not even giving the Kansas City Chiefs time to react—

Ah ah ah! Ah ah ah!

Instantly, from zero to a hundred, like an F1 car, the pedal to the metal, the speed surging directly to 300 km/h, the roar of the engine reverberating through the venue.

Mighty and magnificent.

In sight, a dense sea of people stretched out, bustling and surrounding Wembley on all sides, with no end in sight.

A thousand? Ten thousand?

The number is completely indistinguishable, only waves and waves of humanity rushing forward, instantly filling the view, the air filled with a feverish aura.

Streets. Lawns. Open spaces.

Full to the brim.

Each holding red scarves high, like sparks that in a blink of an eye swept the entire venue like a prairie fire, turning the whole of Wembley into a sea of red.

In England, the representative colors of teams like Manchester United and Liverpool are red, so this shade of red is not unfamiliar at Wembley. However, the red appearing before the eyes today does not belong to any English football team but rather is the Kansas City red, deep and brilliant, burning blazing, converging into a bright and dazzling light illuminating the skies.

The gloomy sky reveals a hint of brightness.

Then, the team bus fully comes into view, and the energy at the site, incredibly, ascends another level, breaking through the eardrum frequency limit.

Those faces are so different yet so similar.

The difference is in their identities, men and women of all ages, with children riding on their father’s shoulders vigorously waving red scarves, their eyes sparkling brilliantly, peering through the window for glimpses inside; while an elderly man raises his cane and scarf high, laughing and weeping, yet refusing to bend his spine.

What’s similar is their passion and frenzy, different faces glowing with similar joy and excitement, using all their might to release their energy, leaping, shouting, roaring, tiny inconsequential droplets lastingly converge into the vast and boundless ocean before them.

Incredibly.

Even witnessing it firsthand, it’s hard to believe so many fans could gather at Wembley’s gates just to welcome the Kansas City Chiefs for a site acclimation. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

At some moment, the illusion arises that this is not London or Wembley, but Arrowhead Stadium, those endearing and familiar faces overlapping with Kansas City residents.

Where is the away field? This is clearly a second home ground.

Though people often joke half-seriously that New York is Li Wei’s second home ground; however, if the Kansas City Chiefs were to play in New York, local fans might still struggle to part with their emotional ties to the New York Giants or the New York Jets.

Yet, London is different.

Here, without an NFL professional team, the rapidly growing football fans can freely choose their main team and cheer for the team they love.

From the league’s perspective, this week Wembley is the home of the Los Angeles Chargers, but the scene before them is exhibiting the Kansas City Chiefs’ appeal.

Is this all a dream?

On the bus, the players exchanged glances, even in the wildest, boldest imagination, they dared not envision receiving such treatment outside of Arrowhead Stadium, let alone in an unfamiliar city across the Atlantic?

So, what to do now?

Just moments ago, everyone was chattering noisily, but now facing the scene before them, excitement and nervousness twined, stimulating adrenaline to flood the bloodstream, instead, everyone didn’t know what to do.

Presumably, Li Wei is just a tad better off.

After all, he is an outsider, he knows football’s influence worldwide but isn’t sure of the cultural differences between rugby and American football, so the impact of this scene is slightly lessened.

To him, it seems no different than Arrowhead Stadium, no need to be startled.

"Get off the bus!"

"Hey, one by one, descend orderly, we’re getting ready to warm up, mind your steps, don’t step off into the void, getting hurt isn’t the issue, falling flat on your face in front of everyone is."

A joke finally pulls everyone back to their senses, causing laughter to erupt on the bus.

Hill dashed to the front, waiting for the bus doors to open—

Boom!

A rolling heatwave swept over, like thousands of bolts of lightning simultaneously tearing through the sky, a wave of frenzy.

Hill hurriedly straightens up, showcasing his most handsome smile, waving to signal, causing the crowd to lose sanity.

"Fly."

Someone shouted.

Even though this is Wembley, clearly, they have detailed knowledge of the Kansas City Chiefs, even knowing the iconic Arrowhead Stadium chant perfectly.

In a blink, the chant rolled and spread, each person shouting with full might, unabashedly releasing all energy.

Perhaps this is the Kansas City Chiefs’ first visit to London without a fan base; but viewed from another angle, precisely because it’s their first, overseas fans finally get to see up close this team, the championship team that conquered fans with an unparalleled performance over the past two seasons—

No one wants to miss it.

Thus.

In a bustling, enthusiastic manner, everyone arrives.

Especially today, the Kansas City Chiefs are adapting to the field, training is open to the public for free, giving birth to this scene, displaying the two seasons of league promotion efforts for the Kansas City Chiefs, becoming the figures leading the NFL into the next decade.

"Fly," surged in waves, unceasing, with no end to the fervor and excitement.

Just when people thought the spectacle had reached its peak and set an unparalleled benchmark, Wembley fell into a brief silence.

Very, very brief, because a figure appeared at the bus doors last to step down, the tall and slender figure instantly extinguished the sound wave throughout, the roaring heat wave reverting from a hundred to zero in a moment, ironically highlighting the craze sweeping through, breaking all records.

The sound of a heartbeat roaring in the silence—

That was Li Wei.

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