Chapter 384 No Choice
Time is not on the side of the Kansas Chiefs.
Although fifteen yards were stolen through Levi's ground running ball, the cost was to use up the last timeout, with only twenty-eight seconds remaining in the game.
Next, the Kansas Chiefs have no time to discuss. They must seize the last timeout opportunity to lay out, but this is far from enough.
Ten yards from the first gear, the New England Patriots showed the dominance and courage of a king. They created incredible pressure with just four people rushing the pass, effectively impacting Smith, causing some deviations in Smith's pass——
After receiving the ball, Kelsey obviously lost his center of gravity. Not to mention continuing to advance, his footwork adjustment was also slightly awkward. He was double-teamed by three players and fell to the ground.
Moreover, time continues to pass.
This also forced Smith to waste a first gear of offense, drop the ball to stop the clock, and redeploy his tactics, hoping to complete the pass in a desperate attempt.
However.
The New England Patriots' defensive team was absolutely strong and meticulous, completing the most outstanding pass defense of the entire season. It left no chance for Smith at all. Smith took the risk to challenge the 15-yard pass to connect with Hill, but was blocked by Zhong. The family and Butler teamed up to refuse.
Pass incomplete.
Fourth down, seven yards, nine seconds, thirty-six yards from the end zone.
“The Kansas Chiefs had no other choice, they had to choose a Hail Mary.”
"It makes no difference to the Kansas City Chiefs whether it's third gear or fourth gear. They have to force the fourth gear and complete the touchdown. There is no retreat."
"But the New England Patriots' defense performed at a championship level and pushed the Kansas City Chiefs to the edge of a cliff with no way out."
“Whether the Kansas Chiefs want it to be or not, they have to challenge the Hail Mary.”
"It appears now that the New England Patriots are ready; the Kansas City Chiefs are not."
Smith was a little frustrated.
The closer I got to the finish line, the more panicked I became, and my habitual soft hands tightly clasped my head again.
He had tried his best in the past few passes, but he always felt like he was at the end of his rope and was completely suppressed by the New England Patriots.
Self-disruption.
He understands the principles; he has the ambition.
But the actual operation is another matter.
Seven yards on fourth gear, Hail Mary, can he really do that?
"Hey, Captain."
There was a call in his ear, and with a sudden movement, Smith looked up, and then saw a blurry face hidden in the steaming heat. The hot steam continuously exhaled from his mouth mixed with the hot sweat blurred the face, but he still remained Can see those eyes in the helmet.
"Try it."
Light, simple, even playful.
"Remember? No regrets."
"We all think that the weight of life depends on this pass. If this pass is successful, so what; if this pass fails, so what."
"But the reality is that whether we succeed or fail, it will not completely change our lives. Life is so long, and we should not define it by the success or failure of a moment."
"How many seasons did Michael Jordan play in the NBA, fifteen or sixteen? How many championships did he win, six? Those seasons where he didn't win, would people say that was a failure?"
"No. It won't."
“Because it shouldn’t be a moment that defines success or failure in life.”
"The point is, I have no regrets and I can confidently say after the game that I gave my best without reservation."
"How's it going, Captain?"
"Are you ready?"
The soldiers were approaching the city, but they were still chatting and laughing.
Levi's confidence and calmness quietly once again focused the attention of the Kansas Chiefs offensive team.
Smith looked at Levi, and then at the faces around him that were sweating profusely, exhausted, but with firm eyes, and a sense of pride welled up in his chest.
"Keep-fighting."
A smile crept up the corner of his mouth.
Smith straightened his back and opened his shoulders—for ten years.
He knew that his weakness at critical moments was the subject of ridicule throughout the league, and no one believed that he could transform, including himself.
He was not the real contributor to the Kansas Chiefs' comeback wins this season, and he knows this better than anyone.
But today, he wanted to try.
Just to leave no regrets.
Eyes focused, Smith reads the defensive formation intently.
The New England Patriots are ready -
On the front line, only four defensive linemen are left.
In the backfield, the cornerback stands ten yards away, the linebacker stands fifteen yards away, and the safety stands in the end zone, forming a staircase covering the entire field.
Although on the surface it was preventing leaks in the midfield and being exploited by Levi again, the real focus was still on the end zone, with all targets aimed at the Hail Mary.
Knowing clearly that there are tigers in the mountains, I prefer to go to the tiger mountains.
The wind was biting and the air was frozen into ice. The hot sweat was dripping down, but the fingertips were numb and could hardly be stretched.
At the door of the Old Oak Tavern, Provos failed to control himself after all and turned around and left——
He didn't dare to look.
In the last game, Provos used all the strength in his soul to witness the Kansas Chiefs' reversal through the radio.
But that had consumed all his courage and energy, and there was no way he could face it a second time.
Although he was curious, even though every cell in his body was burning, he did not have the courage to face such a blow and still controlled himself.
Standing at the door, Provos didn't know where to go. His footsteps stayed in place, and then he sat tiredly on the steps. He silently took out a cigarette and tried to light it, but found that his hands were shaking badly. The lighter couldn't light up no matter what, so I finally gave up and just sat there blankly with a cigarette in my mouth.
Provos was not the only one who couldn't bear to look directly at the TV screen.
In the Old Oak Tavern, West also closed his eyes and listened quietly to the force of his heart hitting his chest. Then, Smith's password came from the screen.
"attack!"
Bang, bang, bang, bang.
The collision between helmet and helmet erupted with bursts of sound, and power exploded instantly——
The pocket is torn.
Although the New England Patriots only used four people to rush the pass, their performance in this game gave them a boost of confidence. Even without the help of the linebackers, the defensive front once again tore the pocket.
Flairs, leading the way.
crisis.
However, Smith did not panic——
There was only one thought in his mind: the fight would never end.
He needs to withstand the impact of the New England Patriots, he needs to buy time for the wide receiver to run, and he needs to buy space for the Hail Mary pass.
"Alex, no regrets."
Smith retreated and retreated continuously, instantly opening the distance between himself and Friars. At the critical moment, the Kansas Chiefs offensive line blocked Friars, which gave Smith a short breathing space.
As Smith continued to retreat, his steps stopped and turned sharply. The grass was a little slippery. Because he exerted too much force, he lost his balance and staggered.
Huh!
The whole audience screamed and their hearts stopped beating.
Smith was fully focused and completely unaware of the crisis. He reflexively used his waist and abdominal strength to control his balance, and his eyes quickly swept around.
Seeing the other defensive tackle on the left struggling to get rid of the shackles of the offensive line like an alien emerging from a cocoon, a gust of wind and rain rolled down one after another, and his footsteps moved towards the right again. Pull over.
step.
——Friles was already one step ahead, spreading his arms and rushing towards Smith.
(End of chapter)