Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 375 374 a game

Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire

Revis hadn't expected that someone other than himself would harbor the same thought, tossing it out without hesitation or delay, utterly unconcerned about damaging the team's positive atmosphere—

Are you kidding me?

However, unlike Revis.

Li Wei, with a teasing tone, instantly captured Houston's attention. Revis grew curious, wondering why it was fine when Li Wei spoke the same words, yet when he did, it often offended people.

Looking up, Revis's gaze collided with Li Wei's, and only then did Revis notice that not only Houston but also his own attention was firmly caught by Li Wei, causing his eyes to dart away briefly.

As if caught red-handed.

Revis felt a bit annoyed; after all, it was just a rookie, what was there to panic about.

Floating to his ears was Houston's calm and assured voice.

"I know. You guys do your jobs, and then leave the rest to us."

No bravado in his words, yet they were comforting. The Kansas City Chiefs shifted from offense to defense, sounding the horn for a counterattack.

Then.

Revis noticed that Li Wei's gaze was on him, straightforward and magnanimous. He thought Li Wei would put on airs and play the leader, making some speech—he was already prepared to throw back some sarcastic comments:

He's neither a quarterback nor an offensive team captain, just one person foolishly playing some superhero game.

But Li Wei didn't.

A glance, a nod.

That was all it took, just enough, creating a bond of trust that arises when fighting side by side.

Trust?

Revis hesitated for a moment, not realizing that he had nodded back in response, his peripheral vision involuntarily following Li Wei's steps as he moved forward.

This wasn't the first time.

The last wildcard game was the same.

The second half touchdown from Mariota's absurd pass came from his defense. Li Wei was the only player who came to express camaraderie.

Even Revis himself hadn't noticed that he actually cared.

After all, he was a mercenary; he had been through so many seasons in the NFL, caring so little for wins or losses, simply doing the job for the money; it was that simple.

But deep down, he did care.

If he didn't, he would have retired already. Why bother clinging on here, shamelessly refusing to leave?

After being cut by the New York Jets, no team was interested in him. It was as if he was some sort of virus, contact could spread infection throughout.

The entire League treated him like a tumor.

From any angle, retirement was the right and only choice.

He didn't. He refused.

Because he still cared, because he longed for battle, he longed for victory, he longed for that burning sensation on the field.

So, he came back.

Looking back now, Li Wei must have seen it.

Other players often kept their distance because of the "Island King's" formidable reputation, but not Li Wei, this outsider rookie. He seemed completely unaffected.

Not only was he unaffected, but he also accepted Revis into the team in his own way.

This had never happened before—showing friendliness despite recognizing his thorns and sharpness, and doing it all without being overly ostentatious.

Revis found it somewhat interesting; perhaps there was something to look forward to in this game?

From ahead, Houston's greeting voice could be heard, and Revis collected his thoughts and followed onto the field, his steps slightly lighter, his gaze landing on Brady—

"Hello, Tom, I want to play a game with you."

Looking back at the first half, the New England Patriots were firing on all cylinders, not only defensively, but the offensive group was also performing exceptionally well, with Brady being the key figure.

Earlier, Lawson had stressed that the New England Patriots were learning to rely on their defensive group to win games, and this didn't come without reason; the direct reason lay in the numerous problems within the offensive group.

Firstly, the wide receiver unit was plagued with injuries, resulting in a lack of passing targets for Brady.

Currently, wide receiver Amendola and tight end Gronkowski are the only two receiving options for Brady; among them, Amendola had an unremarkable regular season, finally finding his voice in this game.

Secondly, the running back group was underperforming.

This season, the New England Patriots' ground attack ranks eleventh in the league, without a thousand-yard running back, and crucial moments lacked a running back capable of making a breakthrough, leading to insufficient support for the passing game.

Of course, the running backs' slump was related to the players' personal performance as well as the offensive line.

Thirdly, the offensive line was inconsistent.

The pocket protection and opening up paths on the ground by the offensive line are often overlooked yet vital aspects, and their fluctuating performance this season was not solely due to the running backs.

Simultaneously, the New England Patriots' offensive line allowed thirty-five sacks throughout the season, ranking sixteenth in the league, putting the quarterback under tremendous pressure.

In the season opener, Brady had already expressed dissatisfaction with the offensive line's performance; however, this state continued throughout the season, fluctuating up and down.

Weak points, not just one or two.

Yet, it was this very offensive group that, in the end, still ranked second in the league overall, ultimately because Brady was carrying the offensive team forward—

Even though the quarterbacks' statistics were very close, Brady was indeed a strong contender for the regular season MVP.

Short passes, play-action, reading the defense, crisis management, on-the-spot reactions, etc., Brady truly brought out all the Eighteen Martial Arts of the quarterback position, ensuring the New England Patriots' offense performed excellently.

The first half of today's game was no different.

In other words, if the Kansas City Chiefs wanted to halt the New England Patriots' offense, targeting the mastermind was the correct solution.

And the Chiefs did precisely that.

Facing Brady, they couldn't simply rush him brutally; although Brady's pocket mobility could be compared to an old sedan, his long-pass ability was far superior to Smith's, and a momentary lapse could render all their previous efforts futile.

Therefore, they needed a strategy, they needed planning, they also needed patience.

Returning for the second half, the Kansas City Chiefs noticeably increased their pass rush pressure, making the most of the New England Patriots' offensive line's weaknesses, but at the crucial moment, Brady still managed to stand his ground through his own abilities—

After completing Third Gear conversions four times, the New England Patriots once again pushed past the halfway mark.

Brady could clearly feel the pressure, each offensive and defensive down was fiercer, the advance more difficult and slow, with the intensity of the confrontation skyrocketing.

But Brady still stood his ground, biting the bullet and leading his team forward.

Until—

"Blitz!"

"The New England Patriots' fake run-pass couldn't fool the Chiefs. The visiting team increased the intensity of their pass rush pressure after crossing midfield."

"Revis!"

"Wow, a rare sight, cornerback Revis joins linebacker Houston's ranks to launch a blitz; the New England Patriots' pocket has collapsed!"

"Revis! Brady!"

"Brady still tries to escape, Revis' tackle fails to take control of the center of gravity, but the crisis is not averted, Houston is right in front of him."

"Wait, Revis! Revis trips up Brady!"

"Sack!"

"Revis sacks Brady! Third Gear, three yards not completed, the New England Patriots strike out!"