Chapter 767: The Mountain Stands Up
Leonard: Huh, huh, huh.
He was panting, his face was bloodless, and he was staring blankly at Levi's figure. Even he, who had always been known as a madman, was inevitably depressed at this time, looking at the back of No. 23 standing tall in the end zone. , seems to be out of reach, no matter how hard you try and catch up, you still can't.
Huchi, wheeze.
Leonard was just panting, his mind went blank and he couldn't think.
On the edge of the court, Andrew Luck watched this scene and couldn't help but fell silent——
As long as the score difference is smaller, he can still try to catch up. He is not a hothouse flower who has not gone through trials and tribulations. He has also been the protagonist of inspirational stories about great comebacks in competitive arenas more than once. Faced with such a scene, he does not strangeness.
However, at this moment, looking at the scoreboard and the situation on the court, Luck felt a sense of powerlessness. No matter how hard they tried, they could not see the possibility of reversing the situation, only a moment of frustration.
I have heard before that it is a tragedy for sprinters who encounter Bolt in his prime, because they can only see the back of the Jamaican lightning.
Luck sneered at this. He always believed that it was an honor to compete with top players. They should enjoy the thrilling feeling. Competing with the strongest opponents is the essence of competitive sports.
Today, Lark finally understood what it felt like.
It's not just frustration, it's also a lack of interest.
It's boring, it's really boring. They are like a group of headless flies running aimlessly without knowing what they are doing.
Not interesting at all.
The mountains stand tall.
In hot comics and superhero movies, people always force the chicken blood: you can do it, the game is not over, anything is possible.
In real life, looking at the dazzling numbers on the scoreboard, it seems that they are laughing at their insignificance and stupidity——
"7:35".
When the gap is within the field of vision, everything seems possible, counterattack, reversal, that is a kind of enjoyment; when the gap is completely out of control, it is another story, a completely different story.
This is a story that no one inside or outside the Indianapolis Colts expected before the divisional round began.
A breath stuck in his chest. Lark was not angry, depressed or sad, he just simply felt that everything in front of him was meaningless.
"Andrew...Andrew!"
"Lark!"
The continuous calls exploded above the eardrums, bringing Lark back and forth from reality.
Lark turned around and looked back, it was Leitch.
Leitch patted Luck's helmet, "Get ready to go on stage. You can do it. Believe in yourself, Andrew. You can do it. The game is not over yet. We still have a chance. As long as we don't give up, everything is possible."
"Understand?"
Lark glanced at Leitch, nodded casually, did not answer, turned around and appeared again silently.
Not only Lark, but also in the commentary box and studio, it was a bit embarrassing.
The score gap is so huge that any words sound like sophistry, untenable nonsense, and attempts to win respect with no effect.
But what can they do?
The audience can turn around and leave, the Indianapolis Colts fans can curse and turn off the TV, and the melon-eaters can leave the game in disinterest, but they cannot. Not only cannot they, but they must continue to explain.
The game is not over, they still have to play a neutral role, trying to keep the suspense going and cheering for the Indianapolis Colts.
When it comes to chicken soup for the soul, no one does it better than the commentators.
The first divisional match was completely defeated. In fact, the commentators are the hardest working——
Why did things happen like this? The difficulty of work has soared several levels.
They had to rack their brains to come up with ways, hoping that the lagging side could regain its strength and catch up; but every time they put forward some opinions, they were suppressed again in the blink of an eye. The lifeless game made them depressed, but two of them failed. You have to cheer yourself up. Purely working as a laborer, Bao Bao felt miserable but couldn't express it.
…
Roger Goodell stood in the Arrowhead Stadium VIP room, condescending.
"fly!"
"fly!"
Regardless of whether they are ahead or behind, Arrowhead Stadium is always full of energy, and the passionate and enthusiastic support is shaking the whole city.
Comparable to a volcano.
Generally speaking, fans often do not have uniform clothing requirements when going to the stadium. They can wear their own clothes or their own jerseys. If they choose a jersey, there are no rigid requirements. Everyone can choose the jersey they own. Different Season, home or away, etc. etc.
In other words, even if you choose a uniform jersey, it will still be colorful and dazzling.
Arrowhead Stadium is no exception.
However, since the beginning of this season, the fans at Arrowhead Stadium have gradually influenced each other and supported each other, and finally became a rope. When most fans go to the home court, they choose the home red jersey as much as possible, even if they cannot update the new jersey for the latest season. Choose an old red jersey from previous years.
A symbol and a power.
So, there is Arrowhead Stadium in front of us——
It is vast and spread all over the mountains and plains, a sheet of red, like a flame, comparable to a giant wave, lighting up the whole world and becoming a magnificent scene in Kansas City.
Amazed again and again.
Only by actually being present at Arrowhead Stadium and feeling the atmosphere and energy can you truly experience the fanaticism of this sport.
At this moment, that's it.
Goodell was completely immersed in it and forgot himself.
"Roger..."
"Roger!"
A call came to his ears, and Goodell's thoughts were suddenly pulled back to the ground. When he turned his head, he could see the worry on his colleague's face.
He let out a breath and said, "Don't worry. Fortunately, we didn't arrange a night match."
In one sentence, the answer is obvious.
Obviously, the opponent is worried about the ratings. Such a one-sided game is a blessing for the home fans, who can enjoy the game; but it is a kind of torture for the lagging side and neutral fans. Without confrontation, there would be no The fans naturally refused to buy it.
No matter how you look at the game in front of you, there is no hope. The Indianapolis Colts are unable to recover.
Perhaps the only good thing now is that this is not a night game, and the league can still count on subsequent games.
Seeing Goodell's lost in thought expression, I naturally assumed that he was worried about the ratings, so he had to offer some comfort.
But he never expected that the smile on Goodell's lips would rise, "No, I'm not worried."
In the VIP room, the eyes of other people in the alliance were cast over. One or two doubted their own ears and could not believe Goodell's words.
Goodell chuckled, "I believe the ratings for this game should not be very good, but we should look forward to the reaction after the game."
What's the meaning?
Goodell, "The game was one-sided and naturally boring, but it also proved that the Kansas Chiefs are now transforming into a truly strong team."
"When a new strong team is born, people will provoke, confront and attack; but when this strong team keeps winning, slowly, no one cares whether their victory is exciting or good-looking. , but will marvel at the strength and ease of their victory.”
"Then, worship."
(End of chapter)