Chapter 485 Fighting Continuously
Jiang Yin quietly stared at the court and at Levi, his heart curled up into a ball, and his whole body could not help but tremble slightly.
Although her reason told her not to worry, the team doctor and other teammates were with Levi; but her heart was still twitching, that was her child, the child she had grown up with since the birth of her life, watching his blood With the flow all over her face, she temporarily forgot to breathe.
Time seems to have pressed the pause button.
Then.
Li Yi couldn't hold it back and turned around to leave the VIP lounge. He couldn't stand here and watch everything but remain indifferent.
He needs to do something.
"Old Li."
However, Jiang Yin called out to Li Yi.
Li Yi stopped and looked at Jiang Yin with an angry face.
Jiang Yin's shoulders were shaking slightly, and her lips were almost bloodless. She turned to look at Li Yi, "Old Li, my son has grown up. This is his battle, and he needs to finish it by himself."
Li Yi frowned, "Nonsense!"
Jiang Yin shook his head, but didn't say anything more. He just looked at the court and said, "You can see for yourself."
Li Yi was stunned for a moment. After hesitating, he walked back and stood at the window to look down.
Jiang Yin straightened his back and opened his shoulders, regaining his courage. There was a sense of perseverance between his brows. Although there were still hot tears in his eyes that had not been wiped clean, his gaze was so firm and powerful as he stared at the figure on the court.
On the sideline of the stadium, a dull, depressing, and dazed low pressure enveloped the Kansas Chiefs——
They performed well throughout the game, they fought without reservation, they withstood the heavy impact of their opponents, and they gritted their teeth and persisted until now.
However, they are still too young after all. They have experienced two narrow escapes from the Tennessee Titans and the New England Patriots, experienced the full release of the American League finals, experienced the heavy blow before the team leader is about to return, and experienced the flukes again and again tonight. After fighting fiercely again and again, he fell down before the finish line. It was the most serious fall in the whole game tonight. For a moment, all the condensed energy inevitably fluctuated.
At this time, Berry appeared.
He leaned on crutches and tried to step forward, trying to fight alongside his teammates.
But, he can't.
At this moment, Berry hated himself, hated his vulnerability and helplessness. When the team needed him most urgently, he could only watch on the sidelines.
Looking at the scene in front of him quietly, Berry could not and did not dare to get close. He was now a burden to the team and could not help in any way.
But.
But... he really really wants to fight with them. Even if he fails, he still hopes to face it with them.
It's so close, but it seems so far away.
Then.
Berry's eyes collided with Levi's.
Levi, smiled.
He raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and beat his heart again and again, as if feeling the beating of the heart and the boiling of the blood.
No words are needed, an action is enough.
Berry understood:
Still fighting. Refusing to give up, refusing to surrender, keep fighting, keep burning, keep releasing, the game is not over yet.
Bang bang, bang bang.
The muffled sound burst out with incredible energy. It was the sound of the beating of the heart, the sound of the hammering of fists, the silent shouting, and the voice of the Chief of Kansas in a proud and confident manner.
Involuntarily, Berry also straightened his back, clenched his fists, and beat his chest.
In the Old Oak Tavern.
There was silence, everything was still. Anderson stared at the TV screen. Levi did not forget his promise. He said he would fight until the last minute. Anderson also did not forget his promise. He said he would stand behind the team no matter when and where.
Indeed, competitive sports are as cruel as real life. Hard work may not necessarily lead to reward, and persistence may not necessarily lead to victory. They hold onto hope but may not be able to see the light of day. The team may try its best but may fall into nothingness before the finish line. To end the entire season, the haze and depression hanging over Kansas City will not miraculously dissipate just because of the victory or defeat of a game. Difficulties and challenges will always linger.
This is true.
However, they are still fighting and they are still persisting.
They still foolishly and stubbornly believe in their dreams.
Bang.
Anderson also clenched his fist and hammered his chest, once, and again, to make his heart beat. He raised his head with tears in his eyes and stared at the TV screen.
Bang bang, bang bang.
The silent support spread like this.
West and Provos stood in two cities separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, staring at the big screens in front of each other. At this moment, they broke the limitations of time and space and made the same action.
Fight side by side.
Li Yi was stunned. He had never understood rugby, but at this moment, he felt that the passion, will and belief were burning.
Turning his head, Li Yi saw Jiang Yin with tears in her eyes but beating her chest stubbornly and firmly. Such a simple action burst out with incredible power.
Then, Li Yi also clenched his fists and punched his chest.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Smith straightened his back.
Kelce and Mahomes are looking up again.
Even Childress clenched his fists.
One after another, the spectators in red jerseys at Bank of America Stadium stood up in silence, staring up at the court with their heads held high.
Not cheering, not shouting, just hitting the chest with fists and feeling the beating of the heart. The dull sounds were connected in an incredible way, and finally condensed into a rope, evolving into incredible energy, like a tsunami, hovering over the Bank of America Stadium. It agitated, penetrated the TV screen, and spread towards the entire North American continent.
Tragic but powerful.
At the center of everything, a young boy wearing jersey No. 23, with blood on his face but bright eyes, is burning his soul and blowing the horn of battle.
At the end, all eyes were on the Kansas Chiefs defense.
The players led by Houston did not speak, but only exchanged glances——
Throughout the game, the offensive team has been carrying the game, and now it should be the defensive team's turn. Just like the Philadelphia Eagles, their defensive team stepped forward to break the balance at critical moments. So, how can they let their opponents shine alone?
Houston smiled.
Although Berry cannot play, although Smith and Levi are injured, and although Revis and the others are in a state of residual health, what does it matter?
They will still fight to the end. The game is not over yet, is it?
Turn around, Houston led the defensive team on the stage.
Two minutes and eleven seconds, two minutes and ten seconds...
The game time is passing. There is only a little time left before the end of Super Bowl 52. The football is seventeen yards from the Philadelphia Eagles' half. Philadelphia has already begun to celebrate the victory and celebrate the team's first ever victory. A Super Bowl trophy; but the fight is felt deeply in Minneapolis.
Foles once again led the team on the field. If there is a divine performance tonight, it needs to be a perfect ending.
But this time, it's a little different.
Foles' task is not to advance or score, but to consume time, control the ball, control the game steadily, and move towards victory.
The opponent is full of fighting spirit; similarly, Foles is no exception, his eyes show desire, and he is also eager to continue to release himself without reservation, as if this is the last chance to shine in his career.
(End of chapter)