Chapter 395 Two Worlds
Super Bowl.
The ultimate dream of every football player, and Berry is no exception. He once thought that he might never have the opportunity to step onto the Super Bowl to compete for the NFL's highest honor in his career.
but.
The opportunity is right in front of us now, just one game away.
Involuntarily, Berry's heart surged.
However, Berry controlled himself. He did not want to destroy his hopes because of his impatience. After all, they still had an American League finals to fight. If the Jacksonville Jaguars were ignored, the ending of the Pittsburgh Steelers was a warning——
No one thought that the Jacksonville Jaguars could double beat the Pittsburgh Steelers in the season, just like no one thought that the Kansas Chiefs could double beat the New England Patriots in the season.
The closer you are to your dream, the more you need to calm down.
Go all out!
Taking a deep breath, Barry finally controlled his excitement.
"James, how are we doing?"
Berry looked up at White, his eyes filled with hope but a hint of nervousness.
White understands the feeling of worrying about gains and losses, so he didn't say anything, "Everything went well."
Berry's eyes lit up, "So, can I catch up? I mean if the team..."
White understood and smiled, "If you continue to rehabilitate step by step, yes, we can catch up."
Barry clenched his fist, "Good job!"
White patted Berry's shoulder lightly, "Eric, you should be more confident in yourself. You have always worked so hard. Your perseverance and determination amaze me. Nothing can stop you from returning to the game." ”
Berry's eyes flashed with high morale, "Do you know what the rookies said to me? They fight on the court, and I also have my own battles off the court. We are a team. No matter where we are or how we are fighting, we are fighting. Fighting together."
Berry turned to look at White, "Brothers are fighting with all their strength, how can I lose to them?"
Involuntarily, White's blood started to boil, but he still maintained his professionalism and calmness, "So, are you ready for today's work?"
"Haha." Berry laughed heartily, "I'm just waiting for you to speak."
…
Night, drooping.
There was bustling noise in the streets, and the off-key songs that were drunk on the brain strangely announced their presence amidst the roar of the engine.
"Confederation finals, here we come!"
"Fly! Fly! Fly!"
"The chief is here, please be careful!"
Even though the divisional round has been over for two full days, Kansas City is still in carnival mode.
Maybe some people can't understand that it's just advancing to the American League Finals, not advancing to the Super Bowl, let alone reaching the Super Bowl, right?
But this is Kansas City.
They are really easy to satisfy. Their first consecutive playoff victory in twenty-four years is enough to put the whole city into party mode. The focus is not on how many wins the team wins, but on the spirit and strength displayed by the team——
Don't give in, don't give up, don't surrender.
The tenacity and fighting spirit in their bones have rekindled hope among Kansas City residents. They believe that the long economic downturn will eventually end, that the bad life difficulties will eventually end, and that the stubborn and tough weeds will eventually survive the cold winter and wait until spring. ’s first ray of sunshine.
This is enough.
Defeating the Tennessee Titans in a fierce battle in the wild card round, and defeating the New England Patriots in the divisional round, the Kansas Chiefs' season has far exceeded expectations, and they are not greedy.
So, the carnival mode started.
Provos was sitting in the alley behind the restaurant, squatting in front of the stinking ditch, wearing rubber gloves and brushing the greasy kitchen utensils——
It’s not the dishes, but the pipes used to deal with food waste, sewage, garbage, etc. Not only is the dirt serious, but it also smells bad. After cleaning it, the whole body may be covered with the smell, which completely penetrates into the skin. It is like brushing a horse and cannot be washed away even if you take a shower. , it needs to "dry" for at least three or four days before it disappears. To make matters worse, the hourly wage was only eight dollars, barely more than the legal minimum wage.
So, almost no one wants to do this job.
But Provos had no choice.
Wearing gloves, a mask, and a shower cap, it looks exactly like handling industrial waste, but the stench that hits your face is still nauseating, and your stomach continues to churn, waking up the remains of last night's burger.
One space, two worlds.
At the end of the alley, fans wearing the red home jersey of the Kansas City Chiefs flowed like lava. The haze that shrouded the city seemed to have dispersed for a long time, and a thin ray of sunshine fell down.
Provos glanced at it inadvertently and couldn't help but stop, staring blankly at the heat wave, his thoughts in the brilliant night.
The team finally broke the playoff curse, and he should be happy.
But he didn't dare.
Because he never believed in the team, because he never believed in the team, he did not stand with the team and fight side by side, and he was not sure he was qualified to celebrate victory.
He really... has been in despair for so long that he doesn't know how to hold onto hope. It's like a person who hasn't eaten meat for a long time and suddenly eats a lot of meat. The result is crazy vomiting or even a serious illness.
His world was deep in the mud, filled with endless darkness and pain. He struggled in isolation and despair. He didn't even have the courage to end his own life, so he just lingered on like garbage.
He had forgotten how to hope.
It's not just him.
The whole city is like this. Kansas City has been in trouble for so long that it has forgotten what a life with a future and hope should be like. It is lifeless, and they are like walking zombies.
Therefore, besides complaining and attacking, he didn't know what he could do.
More importantly, he was afraid.
He fears he could become a curse, that his complacency might drag the team down and end their incredible season.
Perhaps the only reason for the team's miracle is that he, the cursed guy, kept his distance and did not bring bad luck to the team.
Perhaps, this is the best. He continues to rot and stink in the stinking ditch, watching the team from a distance, quietly watching the team write miracles.
However, watching the gorgeous red burning and raging in the night, my heart couldn't help but beat.
Wait, there is someone!
Provos noticed a figure appearing at the entrance of the alley, and quickly looked away, hurriedly hiding the desire and expectation in his eyes.
Keep busy with the work at hand.
"...Chris."
Provos glanced furtively and saw that it was West.
Provos did not raise his head and attacked in a rough voice.
"You shouldn't have come over here and tampered with your boots."
West sighed softly, "Chris, I didn't do anything sorry for you. There is no need for you to attack me."
Like a hedgehog, Provos attacked back with sharp words, "Haha, so should I be grateful for your charity?"
West: ..."Yes."
Provos was stunned.
Admitted it, actually admitted it like this?
Suddenly, Provos raised his head and looked over, but West stared back without showing any signs of weakness.
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