Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 394 393 The old general never dies

The second game of the National Conference wildcard round had the New Orleans Saints visiting the Minnesota Vikings. Although on the surface, this game seemed unrelated to Li Wei, the reality is that every topic in the NFL relates to Li Wei—

To wear the crown, one must bear its weight.

At that time, Li Wei was enjoying the treatment of Brady, especially after eliminating Brady, Li Wei had decisively taken Brady's place.

Meanwhile, in the New Orleans Saints, the only running back who stepped up to directly challenge Li Wei this year, Kamara, was sharpening his knives.

Clearly, a long, long time ago, Kamara had placed himself on the same level as Li Wei. Since Li Wei had advanced to the American League finals, he naturally could not fall behind.

However.

The New Orleans Saints lost.

Kamara was almost invisible throughout the game, this young running back, who performed excellently during the regular season, lost himself under pressure, advancing only 43 yards without a touchdown, his weak performance caused media outrage.

"24:29".

The Minnesota Vikings defended the pride of the second seed, advancing into the National Conference finals.

Thus, the American League saw two low-seeded teams successfully upset their opponents, whereas the National Conference saw two high-seeded teams defend the dignity of their seeding together.

After the game, when reporters ambushed Kamara, this normally outspoken running back suddenly wilted, struggling for a long time without coming up with anything significant, probably fearing he might be blasted like Roethlisberger.

But the reporters weren't worried, after the game they collectively kicked Kamara while he was down.

In the end, Kamara only squeezed out one line.

"Next season, we'll see."

To which a reporter responded, "This season isn't even over yet."

Kamara: …

The reporter continued to twist the knife, "Why don't you say you're waiting for the Pro Bowl to prove yourself?"

The Pro Bowl is equivalent to the NBA's All-Star game.

The sarcasm and ridicule in these words could not have been more obvious. Kamara was tensing up, trembling all over. He finally understood the true nature of those media mouths, like a poor guy dumped by his girlfriend on Valentine's Day, fainting in despair.

On the other hand, there were the Minnesota Vikings.

Originally, the Minnesota Vikings had nothing to do with Li Wei, and they hadn't faced each other in the regular season, but when it came to the playoffs, the reporters all perked up, fabricating connections where there were none.

Thus, the reporters bustlingly surrounded—

Adrian Peterson.

The first training model for Li Wei. After entering the league, due to a similar style of play, Li Wei had also won the nickname "Little Peterson." As Li Wei recreated the brilliance of a running back and pressed towards the Super Bowl, naturally, people couldn't help but notice the original Peterson.

After a season-ending injury last season, Peterson was traded by the Minnesota Vikings to the New Orleans Saints, but after just four games, the new team continued to trade him to the Arizona Cardinals, where he once again could not escape the mockery of fate, ending his season prematurely in week fifteen due to injury.

Although the free agent market had not yet opened, Peterson already knew the team's decision; the Arizona Cardinals had already started looking to offload Peterson.

Clearly, the Arizona Cardinals were also unwilling to keep Peterson.

Since the 2007 season, Peterson, who had remained powerful and prominent until 2015, ultimately could not break the running backs' injury curse, ending up in pathetic straits.

In such a scenario, the Minnesota Vikings, however, continued to rise triumphantly. In 2012, the undrafted quarterback Case Keenum pulled a Cinderella story, taking the field when both the main and backup quarterbacks were injured, seizing the opportunity to lead his team in writing a fairy tale.

If there was any topic this NFL season that could match up to Li Wei, it was the Hollywood-like miracle of undrafted quarterback Keenum.

After defeating the New Orleans Saints in the National Conference divisional game, they proudly advanced to the national conference finals, returning to the Championship stage for the first time since 2009.

Who could have imagined that for the first time in ten years, the Minnesota Vikings, without Peterson and without their starting quarterback, would actually experience a new spring, not only performing excellently in the regular season but also continuing to win in the playoffs?

What can the exiled, abandoned Peterson be thinking?

And yet, the reporters still wanted to rub salt in the wound.

"Adrian, what do you think of Li Wei's performance?"

Peterson: ...

Reporters traveled miles to barrage Peterson, who missed the playoffs with the Arizona Cardinals, just to ask about Li Wei?

Peterson had always known the cruelty of the league, with the plucked phoenix being no better than a chicken; but experiencing it firsthand was still bitterly unpleasant.

It was painfully tight.

However, Peterson held no grudge against Li Wei; he didn't mean to target the young man and glared fiercely at the reporters. Stay connected through novelbuddy

"He performed brilliantly, but I'm not done yet."

Having said that, Peterson straightened his back and turned to leave.

His words were brief, but once in the hands of the media, they immediately took a new flavor—

"Peterson challenges Li Wei."

"Peterson is ready for a head-to-head confrontation with Li Wei."

"Li Wei is ready to take over as the league's top running back, but Peterson disagrees: 'I'm not done yet.'"

One by one, they fanned the flames, eagerly watching the drama unfold as if the world thrived in chaos.

But.

Berry shook his head gently, these media…

Peterson's words, Berry understood, were less about confronting Li Wei face-to-face and more about a counterattack against the media, against those who were all too eager to deny his relevance.

Berry and Peterson alike, they were veterans who had battled through many years of injuries and declining form, unable to regain their peak condition of their early twenties. Such was the cruel nature of competitive sports; they were on the verge of being phased out., the old guard about to be slammed against the shores by the pounding waves, while indifferent onlookers offered their cold remarks.

Yet, they held onto their dignity and pride.

They hadn't given up; they kept fighting and enduring and striving to shine, even if they couldn't return to the peak, they also longed for the chance to compete again, to fight, burn bright, and unleash their spirit.

This was a battle against themselves.

They didn't want to surrender.

Even if the whole world was against them, they kept pushing forward.

Berry understood Peterson's mindset one hundred percent.

"Eric, you shouldn't focus on these gossips; they can distract you."

Without turning around, Berry knew it was his physiotherapist, James White.

"I know, James, but the media are being unfair to Adrian."

"Well, at least they are stimulating Adrian, but no one is paying attention to me."

Berry smirked self-deprecatingly.

White encouraged Berry, "So, keep working quietly on your end, ready to surprise everyone."

A single sentence was all it took.

Berry found his smile again, "With the guys performing so well, how can I not give it my all? James, can you believe it, we're back in the American League finals! God!"

Only one game left before stepping onto the Super Bowl field.

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Just the thought made Berry's blood boil.

"Li Wei, that kid, is biting down hard to win the bet, huh, haha, I like that."