Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 386 385 That record catch

Chaos, crowded, anxious, tense.

Yet Li Wei maintained absolute focus, locked onto the Chung Family's position, locked onto McCourty's position, the entire field's three-dimensional space unfolded 360 degrees in his brain.

He waited patiently, and struck with precision.

Li Wei caught a gap, the brief window when McCourty was falling and Chung Family was rising, extended his hands to the limit, and in the midst of chaos, got to the football first.

He had it!

As his hands felt the solidness of the football, his heart contracted violently.

However, before he could savor the moment, his grip loosened.

The football, gone.

It was Chung Family.

Although subdued by Li Wei and slower off the jump by a half beat, Chung Family didn't give up, clenched his teeth tightly, and at the moment Li Wei caught the football, he stabbed upward from below with his right hand.

In Foxborough, nearing midnight, the air froze into ice.

The surface of the football appeared smooth and stiff, the fingertips struggling to find a grip.

Plus, Smith's pass was difficult to control, clearly accelerating in its spin as it fell, its irregular rotation further increasing the difficulty of control.

Chung Family seized the opportunity, his right hand changing from palm to fist, launching a lethal strike.

A punch, on target.

And then, the football, like a mischievous sprite, slipped out of Li Wei's control and back into the air.

Heh.

Time, at that second, hit the pause button, all breathing and heartbeats stopped.

Li Wei was also spent, no longer able to rise, gravity pulling his body downward, his suspended body completely lacking any grasp point.

No, that's not right, there was still one behind him to cushion the fall.

In the blink of an eye, without struggling, Li Wei surrendered to gravity's pull, a Thousand Pounds Drop—leaning back heavily ramming into Chung Family.

A collision, and the resulting reactive force propped him up, improbably freezing Li Wei's body midair for an instant.

In truth, it was a millisecond, hardly discernible to the naked eye.

But Li Wei won that instant of suspension in the air.

Then, his body arching back and fully extending, it became unrealistic to catch the ball with both hands; he simply used his right hand, displaying the flexibility of his body, extending to its limits.

His back arched like a bent bow, outlining a beautiful arc.

His body fell again, but this time, Li Wei had won a brief control, his upper body fully extended unbelievably stretching out, actually succeeding in expanding his coverage area, his right hand arriving under the football's descent for a gentle capture.

Like plucking stars from the sky with a bare hand.

His fingertips wrapped around the football, tightening their grip, firmly in control.

This time, he would not let go, absolutely not.

"Li Wei, Li Wei makes the catch!"

"Heh!"

"Chung Family disrupted the catch! Chung Family, Chung Family delivers a master-level defense, the football flies out..."

"What!"

"Li Wei! Li Wei! Oh, God."

"Li Wei makes the catch, Li Wei incredibly suspends midair and extends backwards, making the one-handed catch."

"One! Hand! Catch!"

"God!"

"Li Wei, he's got it, facing double coverage, facing the first disrupted catch, Li Wei once again exhibits his once-in-a-decade incredible talent, he still makes the catch."

"This is even more difficult, more thrilling, more stimulating, and more spectacular than Little Beckham's one-handed catch, Li Wei with his own brilliance lights up Gillette Stadium, Wanfu Mary, this is actually a Wanfu Mary, God, what am I witnessing? What am I witnessing!"

"'That catch' changes history!"

"Incredible!"

"Incredible!"

Nantz couldn't believe his own eyes, his passionate commentary came out like gunfire, bypassing his brain, and even then he couldn't control himself, his brain buzzing, chills running one after another non-stop.

Outside the Old Oak Tavern.

Provo suddenly stood up, doubting his ears, turning his head towards the tavern behind him, his eyes full of shock, trying to step forward but involuntarily stopping.

Bang!

The tavern door burst open, and the roar of the crowd poured out like a waterfall—

"Wanfu Mary!"

"Wanfu Mary!"

Provo froze, scrambling on hands and knees into the tavern, oblivious to the other fans submerged in a crazed sea of red, his eyes immediately fixing on the large screen TV.

In the frame,

Li Wei shook off the Chung family, shook off McCourty who clung tightly to him, and agilely stood up, raising his right hand high, showing the football to the whole world.

Then,

He roared towards the sky.

Ah, ahh ahhhh!

Provo could no longer control himself, kneeling on the ground, curling up into a ball, and bursting into loud sobs—

Wanfu Mary.

They did it, they really did it.

The entire Gillette Stadium was silent as the grave, not a sound to be heard.

Only Li Wei's roar echoed through.

When had Foxborough ever been so embarrassed, allowing a rookie to stage such a miraculous comeback on their own turf?

The Kansas Chiefs Offense had gone mad, completely mad, everyone swarming towards Li Wei, thrusting their hands into the air, cheering and howling wildly.

Smith couldn't contain himself either, leaping up high, once and then again, clenching his fists, tears brimming and screaming with abandon—

They, they actually did it.

"Wow."

"Wow!"

"I mean—Wow!"

Nantz was at a loss for words, offering nothing but exclamation after exclamation, turning to Romo for help, only to find Romo's eyes slightly reddened, his face filled with loss.

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Last season, he was still battling on the field, but a moment like this had never come in Romo's career, and now he was once again experiencing the thrilling passion of competitive sports from the commentator's booth, his emotions complex.

Victory and defeat are undoubtedly the core of competitive sports; but the battles, gambits, and struggles behind them are the flesh and blood that compose the charm of competitive sports.

This game, the New England Patriots played brilliantly, and the Kansas City Chiefs displayed an unyielding spirit that truly interpreted the essence of competitive sports.

Nantz's eyes were also somewhat moist.

"Li Wei, without a doubt the most dazzling, the brightest new star of the 2017 season, his talent, his ability, his composure, are becoming the key to the transformation of the Kansas City Chiefs."

"The Kansas City Chiefs had only a slim chance of survival, a meager 0.1% chance, but they seized it, Smith seized it, Kelsey and Hill seized it, and most importantly, Li Wei seized it."

"Hard to believe, we are witnessing this, but what an honor it is to be a part of Li Wei's rise."

"Believe me, his greatness is just beginning."

Bart: Like those mourning for their deceased parents.

He remained with his dislocated jaw, a face full of despair, staring at the television screen, his head filled with question marks.

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On the edge of the field, the kicker Harrison Buck raised his hands ecstatically, celebrating with his teammates, his passion flowing endlessly.

The next second, Buck saw Li Wei jogging towards him.

Buck: Eh, me? Me?

Buck glanced left and right, confirming that Li Wei's gaze was firmly on him, and he became a little flustered, instinctively taking a small step back, his smile stiffening.

But then, his teammates swarmed around him, blocking Buck from retreating any further, forcing Buck to stand still, his expression awkward.

And then, Li Wei's steps had already stopped in front of Buck.

"Hey, buddy, the defensive group, the offensive group, they've all completed their missions. Now, it's the Special Duty Group's turn, how about it, ready?"

Buck, looking at the football that Li Wei placed in front of him, felt a surge of boundless boldness arise.