Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 643
Chapter 643: Pulling a tooth from a dog’s mouth Chapter 643: Pulling a tooth from a dog’s mouth “Damn it!”
“Stop him, are you all taking a stroll in the Palace of Versailles’ back garden?
If you’re worried about dirtying your skirts, then get the hell back to the locker room.
Players eager to get on the field are lined up all the way to Cincinnati.
Are you just going to stand there and let him trample all over your tender asses?”
“A bunch of damn idiots.”
Lewis finally couldn’t hold it in and roared in fury, with curses and swear words buzzing like a hairdryer, the sixty-year-old coach showing no signs of his age with flushed cheeks and spittle flying, his bulging veins looking ready to burst at any moment.
After cussing a storm, Lewis still seemed unsatisfied and turned to kick a water bottle lying beside him flying with a swing of his right leg.
Now, he finally seemed to cool down a bit, but his chest continued to heave violently.
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Gazing across the field with a grim expression, Lewis eyed the figure wearing number twenty-three.
So, was this rookie trying to show him up in such a manner?
The answer was, correct, but also incorrect—
What was incorrect was that Li Wei really didn’t take Lewis to heart.
All those provocations, those attacks, that disdain carried no weight whatsoever.
What was correct was that the Kansas City Chiefs, from top to bottom, were sharpening their knives, elevating their state and rhythm, ready for a head-on battle with the Cincinnati Bengals.
One question:
How do you quickly bounce back from the painful defeat of a fierce battle?
The right answer is to concentrate and give it your all for the next challenge, regaining confidence through the clash of another fierce encounter.
The Cincinnati Bengals, exactly what they needed.
“…Blitz!”
“The Kansas City Chiefs actually chose to blitz with four men, completely unexpected!”
“But!”
“The result is surprisingly good, Chris Jones tore right through the pocket!”
“Dalton is in danger!”
“Dalton is trying to find a passing target, but he’s caught in a bind.”
“The Kansas City Chiefs didn’t choose to apply full pressure, they now have a numerical advantage in the short pass area, their zone defense combined with man coverage has completely locked down Dalton’s passing options, Dalton cannot get off a pass.”
“Jones!
Dalton!”
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“Sack!”
“Chris Jones completes an unbelievable solo sack!”
“The Cincinnati Bengals’ offensive line has made a fatal mistake!”
First the offense, then the defense—
Right from the start, the Kansas City Chiefs showed an incredible mental state, both offense and defense activated, breaking the balance with an absolutely tough stance, a series of brutal impacts completely overpowering the Cincinnati Bengals.
Dalton was bewildered.
A four-man rush?
The Kansas City Chiefs had used just four men to bust their pocket and get a sack?
Getting sacked was bad enough, but to be taken down so effortlessly felt like a nightmare.
How on earth did this happen?
However, this was just the beginning.
With the defense having shown its teeth, it was now time for the offense to perform.
“Is this…
running the ball?”
“No, a fake run and a real pass!”
“No, a screen pass!”
“No, it’s all just a feint, Mahomes has yet to make his move.”
“Good Lord!”
“This…”
“Right when Mahomes was about to pass and connect with Kelsey, he suddenly pulled back his throwing hand, refusing to pass and once again began to move laterally, advancing in the opposite direction of the offensive line’s movement, deliberately leaving the pocket’s protection.”
“This is unbelievable!”
“The Kansas Chiefs Offense has crafted a dizzying set of tactical combinations, and the Cincinnati Bengals Defense can’t keep up with the pace at all.
Their prearranged tactics have been smashed to pieces, completely led by the nose.”
“Mahomes!”
“Mahomes is still observing, Mahomes is still looking for a passing target.”
“The Cincinnati Bengals defensive line is advancing fully, chasing after Mahomes.”
“Push off, brake, adjust, pivot, release.”
“He throws the ball!”
“Rainbow pass!
Mahomes targets the end zone for a deep strike!”
“This is so sudden!
The Cincinnati Bengals’ defensive group didn’t see it coming at all!”
“Now, in the Bengals’ backfield, a one-on-one matchup is forming!”
“Hill!
Li Wei!”
“They’re both in a one-on-one pattern, trying to break free.”
“Wait, when did Li Wei show up there?
And he looks totally like a wide receiver, using his body to block the position and confronting safety Bates, who is trying to do his job.”
“Bates!”
“Bates demonstrates the technique and capability of a safety, tightly entangling Li Wei, using his body to block in advance to prevent being thrown off directly by Li Wei.”
“Bates does a fine job.”
“And the pass…”
“Twenty yards!”
“Thirty yards!”
“Forty yards!”
“Fifty yards!”
“It’s a fifty-three-yard long pass, the intended target must be—”
“Ah.”
“It’s Li Wei, actually Li Wei!”
“Bates is disrupting the pass.”
“Li Wei plucks the football right above Bates in a daring move, using his body to squeeze into the end zone against Bates.
Bates hasn’t lost his position, but he also has failed to prevent Li Wei from making the catch and touchdown—Li Wei steps on Bates’s cheek as he crashes into the end zone!”
“Ah, ahhhh!”
“Touchdown!”
“It’s a touchdown, touch…
down…”
“Touchdown touchdown touchdown!”
Boom!
In an instant, the entire Arrowhead Stadium erupts into a frenzy, unleashing an incredible energy, the whole crowd screaming at the top of their lungs.
In the end zone, Bates is panting heavily, his face flushed and frustrated as he gazes at Li Wei—
Easygoing, with a smile curling up, no cheering, no celebration, just confidently looking back at Bates, as if he hardly broke a sweat in easily scoring the touchdown.
This makes Bates feel like a dog that ran around futilely in the hot sun.
Damn.
He’s a freshman, and Li Wei is only a sophomore.
They’re both young; how can the gap between them be so wide?
Bates can hardly believe he had no advantage in the one-on-one confrontation, allowing Li Wei to score the touchdown with such ease.
Noticing Bates’s dejection, Li Wei casually tosses the football to him.
Bates: ?
Bates doesn’t understand what just happened, reflexively catching the football and, filled with questions, awaits an explanation when Li Wei steps up and pats his shoulder—
As if consoling a little dog.
Freshman, don’t lose heart.
The future belongs to the young!
Bates is bewildered, looking at the football and then at the back of Li Wei’s number 23 jersey, slightly stunned.
Wait, was Li Wei just comforting and encouraging him?
Hey, who needs your pity!
What’s with that “Go, Meng Meng” look?
You’re the one who needs comforting, your whole family needs comforting!
Hey.
Hey!
Bates is unable to voice out, watching Li Wei being embraced by the Kansas City Chiefs players, feeling like he’s choking, barely able to breathe.
Zhu Zhu, wide receiver for the Pittsburgh Steelers: Heh, someone finally understands how I feel.
Bates looks down at the football in his hands, no longer able to control himself, and violently slams it into the ground.
But it’s too late—
The surrounding Kansas City Chiefs fans in the stands have already witnessed the scene.
Unlike those malicious hypocrites at Gillette Stadium, they wear smiles as warm as a spring breeze, clapping to encourage Bates, with handshakes and cheers, expressing their sympathy.
“Don’t be discouraged, after all, you were up against a rookie.
Keep it up, and soon you’ll be able to catch up with him.”
For the moment, Bates can’t decide whether this scene before him is better or whether he would have preferred overt hostility and curses from away-game fans.
Bates: Life is unbearable.
