Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 793 - : 792 Push through in one go

Chapter 793: 792 Push through in one go

Beeep—

The whistle sounded, and the main referee announced that the first half had ended.

This disaster had finally come to a temporary halt, allowing Arrowhead Stadium a brief respite.

Jenna took a deep breath, her heart racing uncontrollably, then took another deep breath as she looked at the glaring red digits on the scoreboard.

“14:0”.

In the end, she couldn’t control herself and suddenly stood up.

“I’m going home.”

Jeff was startled and called out to his wife, “Jenna?”

Jenna felt she couldn’t breathe, “I’ve had enough of this.”

Watching Annie face a long and arduous battle with almost no chance of victory, to eventually lose terribly and completely, and now to witness the Kansas City Chiefs endure all that?

She couldn’t do it.

“Maybe, it’s all because of me?” Jenna was somewhat panicked.

“I’m the jinx, I’m the curse, I’m the culprit behind this situation. I should leave, for the sake of the Chieftains and for my own sake.”

While speaking, she attempted to leave.

In her panic, Jenna tried to find the direction, but she found herself surrounded by people—

She couldn’t breathe.

Jeff caught hold of her, “Jenna… Jenna.”

“Jenna!”

Jenna froze, finally calming down.

Jeff roared, and after he finished, he realized that all the spectators around were looking at them, but at that moment, he didn’t care about the gazes of others.

“Jenna, Annie didn’t give up, and the Chiefs haven’t either.”

“Remember? Annie fought until the end, smiled until the end. We won’t give up because we can’t let Annie down.”

Jenna was avoiding eye contact, refusing to meet Jeff’s gaze. She was still afraid, still fearful, still lacking the courage to face the possibility of heartbreak again—

If the Kansas City Chiefs lost too, would it mean that Annie’s final dream was shattered as well?

Jenna couldn’t face it.

“Hey, believe in the team.”

Someone beside shouted.

This time, Jenna looked over, it was a stranger, a fellow fan.

“The situation is tough, terribly so, even the weather isn’t helping, but if anyone can turn things around, it’s definitely our Chiefs.”

“Exactly, just last year we were behind ‘0:21’ at halftime, but we still won.”

“Today is different, maybe we can’t turn things around and might lose, but I know, the New England Patriots can win, but they definitely can’t just let us hand the victory to them.”

“Right, right, right. In the second half, we’ll counterattack. We will fight with all our strength until the very last moment.”

“No matter what the outcome, we’ll be here in Arrowhead Stadium to support the guys until the very last moment.”

“Hey, what was that thing the rookie said?”

One after another, Jenna was overwhelmed by the barrage of voices, and then, in unison, they all shouted.

“I don’t have confidence, but we will win!”

Ha ha ha!

Laughter erupted.

Jenna was somewhat bewildered; she thought the fans would complain, be disappointed, be angry, or at the very least, be nervous and worried—such a first half performance was indeed worrisome.

However, they did not.

Far from it, they looked up with optimism and positivity, bravery and perseverance, facing adversities and challenges head-on.

In them, Jenna thought she saw… Annie.

A warm stream surged to her chest.

Jenna looked left and right, and finally her eyes settled on Jeff.

Jeff took a deep breath, “No matter the result, we face it together. That’s what we promised Annie, remember?”

…

The rain kept falling, relentless and never-ending.

The gentle patter of the rain sealed off the noise and commotion of Arrowhead Stadium, as if the locker room were cast into another dimension of space-time—

Extraordinarily quiet.

There was not just an absolute silence; the sounds of breathing, coughing, metallic clangs, footsteps murmured continuously, but it was precisely these subtle sounds, incessantly flowing, that highlighted the quiet of the locker room as no one spoke.

A silence. A frustration. An oppression. A dejection.

Reed knew they were facing a brand-new predicament, another shackle on their path of growth and transformation:

The fighting spirit, the morale, the will—all were in place, their spirits soaring before the game started; yet they were unexpectedly defeated by the sudden mishap and an even stronger, more mature, and more seasoned opponent.

An initial momentum, followed by decline, then complete exhaustion.

Once faced with a direct hit, unable to achieve a breakthrough, they might never be able to break through, trapped within this shackle for life.

In NFL history, countless strong teams have stalled at this stage.

Recently, there were Andrew Luck’s Indianapolis Colts, Matt Ryan’s Atlanta Falcons, Cam Newton’s Carolina Panthers, and so on.

Werе they not outstanding? Did they lack talent? Were they not strong enough?

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No, they had everything they needed and were also ready to climb to the peak of the Super Bowl, only to encounter such a threshold and never manage to rise again.

In the past, there were Little Manning’s New York Giants, Roethlisberger’s Pittsburgh Steelers, Wilson’s Seattle Seahawks, Flacco’s Baltimore Ravens, and so on.

They had reached the pinnacle of the Super Bowl, perhaps more than once, but they could never break through the mental shackles. Between excellent teams and absolute powerhouses, between winning championships and establishing dynasties, they were awkwardly stuck, forever living under their own shadow.

Now, the Kansas City Chiefs were the same—

This season, in Week 6 of the regular season, the Kansas City Chiefs could fight toe-to-toe with the New England Patriots, and it was no different against the Los Angeles Rams and Los Angeles Chargers afterward; however, they’re back to the predicament of last year’s divisional round, thoroughly outpaced by the New England Patriots.

That feeling was as though after struggling for an entire year, thinking they had grown and transformed, they were suddenly hit by a heavy blow, sending them back to square one, like waking from a dream.

The overwhelming assault easily shattered the defensive line.

With just a slight lapse of attention, this might be the start of a collapse or perhaps the sprouting of a psychological shadow.

The positions were different, the states were different, the hardships they faced were utterly different. The current game was not the same as the divisional elimination by the New England Patriots two years ago, nor the comeback victory over the New England Patriots after trailing in last year’s divisional round. It felt familiar but was a completely new dilemma.

The problem was that the pre-game motivation had already pushed the spirit to new heights. Because of Annie, the entire team took the field carrying a belief in certain victory. So now, how should they adjust the atmosphere, and how should they awaken the will to fight and ignite hope?

Reed fell into deep thought.

Reed knew the situation was tricky, but he also knew that breaking could lead to reconstruction, and that crises were often opportunities. This team, mainly composed of sophomores and juniors, might be facing a real chance for transformation. What remained to be seen was how he would guide these young players to achieve that breakthrough.

Inside, a turmoil like overturning seas.

On the surface, calm and untroubled.

Reed was still composed and calm, and then, he solidified his thoughts—

He would start with tactics.

Frankly speaking, in the first half, the Kansas City Chiefs didn’t play badly, looking at the score and the data, it might seem terrible, but Reed believed that neither the tactics nor the performance of the players were problematic, they just lacked a bit of luck. The gap between them and the New England Patriots was still very slight.

The score wasn’t the problem.

What they needed was just a breakthrough, a single opportunity would be enough, and the situation could be completely reversed.