Chapter 343: Making a Drop
The atmosphere is a bit dull——
The playoffs are different from the regular season after all.
If it were the regular season, no matter how difficult or dangerous it was, they would still be able to ignite their fighting spirit and have the confidence to fight back even when standing on the edge of the cliff; but in the playoffs, the thought of no retreat or turning point continues to linger in their minds. , the fear of being eliminated makes the heart almost burst.
The more you think, the more complex your thoughts become, and the harder it becomes to concentrate.
This is also Levi's first experience.
Levi admitted that he did not play well in the second half and was still affected, so that he was not focused enough. Once distracted, there may be omissions and deviations in his interpretation of tactics and observation of defense. These detailed deviations are in Teamwork will lead to completely different results.
So, what to do?
Give up?
How is that possible?
"Grass!"
"Oops, oh my God, you ungrateful bastards!"
"Do you know how much I want to go out there and kick Mariota's monkey ass?"
"No, but I can't."
"I am now like a lunatic trapped in a mental hospital, with my hands and feet tied up, sitting stupidly in front of the TV and watching you dejectedly being pushed to the ground by that Henry and being rubbed hard."
"Yes, yes, this is no longer unfamiliar."
"Throughout the season, we've watched Levi knock other defensive teams to the ground and now we're watching another legendary Crimson Tide running back teach us a lesson. This is what we call retribution."
"So, what are you going to do? Surrender?"
"Fuck me, surrender!"
Directly in front, there was a sound like a broken gong, and Houston looked up in astonishment——
This is?
Then, Houston saw Levi holding a mobile phone, and a crackling sound came from the speaker. It was Eric Berry's voice.
The eyes gradually focused on Li Wei, his face full of astonishment.
Levi didn't seem to notice it, but studied it carefully, and finally shrugged regretfully, "This is the loudest."
Seeing this picture and scene in front of him, Berry's curses and Levi's movements complemented each other, and a sense of absurd joy naturally emerged.
Quietly, the eyes of the offensive team and the defensive team came together. Because they couldn't hear clearly, one or two subconsciously approached, but the smiles at the corners of their mouths slightly rose, because of Berry's long-awaited scolding, and because Levi was so good. Bellin's pantomime performance.
"……No!"
"The game is not over, the season is not over."
"You can choose to lose the game like a wimp, or you can choose to fight with your head held high until the last moment and then accept the result calmly. God damn it, I don't want to face Arrowhead Stadium in this state. We can lose. Ball, we can be embarrassed and eliminated in the first round of the playoffs again, but we cannot surrender like this without a fight."
"Absolutely not!"
"Fuck! Stand up and kick their butts hard, otherwise I will rush over and kick your butts even with one leg..."
Swear words, eloquent swear words, foul words that are offensive to the ear.
Sure enough, Berry was Berry.
Levi noticed that the special team kickoff had ended and the defensive team needed to take the field, so he hung up the phone without saying a word——
Houston looked at Levi dumbfounded, "Did you just hang up on Eric?"
Levi showed a smile and said, "Houston, get ready to go on stage."
Houston was stunned and couldn't help but smile up at the sky, "Wow, rookie, you are a madman, wow! You are indeed a madman! Haha, but I like it."
After saying that, Houston didn't say anything more. He picked up his helmet and called the defensive players to come on. As soon as I stepped onto the court, my momentum quietly changed——
The Kansas Chiefs' offense was in trouble. Smith, who had always performed well in the regular season, was soft at critical moments, so that the passing attack could not open up the situation at all. All the pressure fell on the ground attack, but the lame offense was destined to be difficult to open up the situation. The more tense it became, the worse it became. It becomes chaotic, and the more chaotic it becomes, the tighter it becomes, and it falls into a vicious cycle.
It would be difficult to survive alone by relying solely on Li Wei.
What's more, Levi himself is inexperienced.
Therefore, if they want to reverse their predicament now, the Kansas Chiefs must start with defense. At least the intensity of the defensive team in the red zone remains high.
However, relying solely on defense in the red zone is not enough. The defensive team also needs to stop the Tennessee Titans before entering the red zone or even crossing the half court.
Now, what the Kansas Chiefs need is not a turning point and an opportunity, but focus, get rid of the impact of the Tennessee Titans' strong performance in the second half, focus 100% on their own tactics and their own performance, regain their own rhythm, and return to their original rhythm bit by bit. On the right track.
So Levi dialed Berry's phone number.
There are some things that Berry can say, but Levi cannot.
At the same time, Berry's voice once again reminded the Kansas Chiefs that they are not fighting alone, and they still carry Berry's expectations and continue to move forward.
Taking a deep breath, Houston's eyes focused again——
They can lose and be humiliatingly eliminated at home again, but they can never give up victory without a fight, absolutely!
When they lined up again, Houston was in a completely different state, with his 100% focused eyes firmly locked on Mariota and Henry.
Then.
Kick off the ground and start.
Houston attacked and took the first step. With a powerful posture, he bypassed the dense area where the front lines were entangled, passed through the crowd obstruction from the left side of the Kansas City Chiefs and the right side of the Tennessee Titans, and pierced the opponent's pocket protection like a sharp blade. Keep your eyes on Mariota.
but!
Football is not in Mariota's arms.
So, Henry?
Houston glanced around and immediately noticed the football in Henry's arms. Henry tried to break through the middle, but this time the Kansas City Chiefs accumulated a numerical advantage on the front line, forming an airtight wall. Henry had no chance, which also forced Henry to Second adjustment.
However, Henry's steps stopped and he had to change his advance route.
It was in this flash of lightning that Henry saw Houston, and Houston saw Henry. Their eyes briefly collided through the helmet.
Houston's reaction speed was slightly faster than half a beat, and he pounced one step ahead——
Emergency stops and turns.
The steps still stayed in place, the upper body was thrown out in advance, and the whole person spun at high speed like a top. He opened his arms to tightly grasp Henry's legs like a goshawk, and used the weight of his body to forcefully press down.
In fact, it was just an instant. Houston's reaction speed gave him a slight advantage and he completed the tackle before Henry's secondary reaction was activated.
Henry's legs were tied up like a mummy.
No chance, absolutely no chance.
In a moment of spinning, Henry fell backwards and fell to the ground. In the stumbling collision, Houston continued to use his helmet to hit Henry's ball-holding arm from bottom to top. Power, inertia, and gravity were all intertwined, bumps and The collisions pulled hard on the body.
The next second, the football broke free and flew out playfully, reappearing above the green grass.
Drop the ball!
"God, drop the ball!"
(End of chapter)