Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 825 - The old general will not perish at the age of 82
Chapter 825: The old general will not perish at the age of 82
Chapter 825: The old general will not perish at the age of 82
Focus, calm, steady.
The more dangerous it gets, the more you need to keep your mind clear. That’s the trick.
Berry noticed the connection between Brady and Edelman. His steps came to a halt, not rushing forward immediately. It looked like a veteran hesitating at a critical moment after being away from the game for so long, unsure of what to do.
But no, it wasn’t that.
Berry was eager to take the field, but that didn’t mean he was blindly confident.
He knew his current condition wasn’t great. He couldn’t play like he did in his prime. Rushing in recklessly to block the pass would only result in missed defensive opportunities.
He needed to be smart.
When you’re young, you play with your body; as you get older, you play with your mind.
Berry was watching and waiting—
Edelman had noticed him but didn’t think much of him. A fully in-form Edelman chose to ignore Berry.
After all, he had been invisible for two seasons, and now he was taking the field in the final moments of tonight’s game as an emergency substitute. Even though Berry’s name once echoed in the league, he was no longer what he used to be.
At the moment Edelman turned his back to the end zone and faced the football, ready to catch it, Berry knew:
Opportunity.
He moved, taking off.
On the balls of his feet, Berry glided noiselessly across the turf, light and nimble as if he were a phantom closing in swiftly on Edelman’s position.
Edelman was completely unaware, his focus locked on the incoming ball.
Planting his feet, leaping, extending his body, and leaning slightly back, Edelman was ready to catch the ball. He even quickly glanced left and right, assessing the defense for his move toward the end zone. Only in his peripheral vision did he catch a flash of red behind him.
Edelman: ??? Who?!
Everything happened in a flash. The football was plummeting fast, wobbling slightly and unsteady, but Brady had placed it where it needed to be.
Then, Berry launched himself upward—
Edelman, standing at just 5.9 feet (178 cm), reached for the ball as Berry, despite jumping a beat late, still managed to ascend alongside him to contest the high point.
Edelman’s hands made contact with the ball, seemingly about to secure possession.
But like a ghostly hand from behind, Berry’s right hand shot between Edelman’s two arms, a quick jab from below, followed by a subtle flick.
The football popped free from Edelman’s control, back into the air.
Edelman’s heart soared alongside the ball, freed from gravity’s pull. Eyes wide, he watched as the football hung tantalizingly above him—so close yet utterly out of reach.
Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it!
Edelman was furious.
But Berry didn’t care. Or more precisely, he didn’t have time to care about the defeated.
With his right hand, Berry gave the ball another gentle nudge. The football, light and spinning, began to fall rapidly toward the ground. Meanwhile, gravity pulled Berry and Edelman back down as well.
Berry reached out and pulled the football securely into his chest.
Time stopped in that moment.
“Interception!”
Nantz leapt out of his seat.
“Interception!”
A heart-pounding moment, leaving only a buzzing roar echoing in the ears. The brain stalled, overwhelmed by the rapid-fire assault of sound like a machine gun.
“Berry! Eric Berry, captain of the Kansas City Chiefs Defense, returning after a severe injury and sixteen grueling months of rehabilitation, finally suited up again in this critical, pivotal moment of the American League Championship game!”
“People doubted Berry’s worth, questioned if a nearly year-and-a-half recovery for a backup role was justified. But now, Berry has answered with action.”
“Interception! Brady’s third interception of the game! And it comes during the closing moments of the first half of overtime—Berry has rewritten this match!”
“My God, unbelievable!”
“What are we witnessing? At Arrowhead Stadium, we are witnessing the most electrifying, intense, and extraordinary game of the season. The defending champions, the Kansas City Chiefs, have clawed back from the brink for the second time to secure a sliver of hope!”
“Eric Berry! Remember this name!”
“Veterans never die!”
Edelman realized his costly mistake and immediately turned to tackle Berry, preventing him from initiating a return and minimizing further damage.
Edelman tried to wrest the ball from Berry’s grip but failed.
Berry clung to the football with unrelenting force, shook off Edelman’s grasp, and rose to his feet. Hugging the football tightly, he roared toward Arrowhead Stadium.
Aahhhh! Aahhhh!
This was the moment Berry had been waiting for—
A moment to ignite, to feel the coursing heat of passion, to truly feel life in its full exuberance.
Sixteen months of endless struggles to resist giving up, countless moments of self-doubt, standing at the edge of darkness time and again. But he never gave in, never surrendered, assured that even if his efforts didn’t get him back on the field, it didn’t matter.
Because he refused to surrender.
Now, he had a chance to run on the field again, to fight alongside his teammates once more.
Aahhhh! Aahhhh!
Arrowhead Stadium erupted into pure pandemonium, a tidal wave of roaring frenzy.
No giving up. No surrender. No compromise.
Until the final whistle blows, nothing is over.
Then Jenna called out at full volume.
“Fly!”
Again and again, her call swept across the stadium.
On the sidelines, Houston sat weakly on the ground, refusing to leave as he watched the field, witnessing every moment unfold before his eyes.
And so, he roared.
With fiery, soul-burning passion, he shouted, “Aahhhh!” using every ounce of strength—
The Kansas City Chiefs defense team fought tooth and nail till the very end.
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Berry, still dazed, ran across the field, eventually stopping in front of Li Wei. Taking a deep breath, he solemnly held out the football.
“It’s your turn now.”
The entire stadium watched this scene.
The legendary captain of the Kansas City Chiefs finally got his moment on the field, passing the torch of locker room leadership to the young generation’s rising captain.
Li Wei stood tall, accepting the football with a wide smile.
Then, he turned to Mahomes and Kelsey.
“Hey, guys, it’s our turn.”
Roar!
The offensive unit clenched their fists and roared as they jogged onto the field one by one.
Crossing paths, Li Wei spotted Chris Jones, and they bumped fists in celebration.
Without Jones’ fearless pressure, Brady’s pass wouldn’t have been unstable, creating the opportunity for Berry’s interception.
As they bumped fists, Jones instinctively said, “Let’s do this!”
Li Wei’s grin widened, “Let’s have some fun!”
Jones couldn’t help but glance at Li Wei’s number 23 jersey, his heart racing. He, too, yearned to be like Li Wei, a true leader of the defensive team.
Ahead of him, Li Wei could see Brady. Despite seeming composed, the frustration and fury in Brady’s body language were unmistakable. He lingered on the field until the last possible moment, throwing a venomous glare at Li Wei before storming off.
Li Wei understood that feeling. The taste of near-victory brushing against your fingertips, only to slip through at the final moment. Though the game was still undecided, the initiative had shifted out of Brady’s hands.
Now, Li Wei’s mission was clear: prevent that same heartbreak from happening to them.
Overtime—the moment of truth. Missing this chance would come at a price. To avoid that outcome, they had to seize the opportunity the instant it appeared.
The Kansas City Chiefs offense, which had been spectacular all season, now faced their toughest, most challenging test of the year.
