Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 655

Chapter 655: 654 Stand tall and proud Chapter 655: 654 Stand tall and proud “Rams!”

“Rams!”

The Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum roared—

This was the first time since the Rams moved from St.

Louis to Los Angeles that a home game had sold out completely, with not a single empty seat in the house.

For the past three years, due to the team’s poor performance, coupled with the abundant choices available to the people of Los Angeles, the attendance at the Coliseum had been a concern, often revealing vast swathes of empty seats on live broadcasts.

Until last season, when the Los Angeles Rams finally found their momentum, fans began to trickle into the stadium, and the atmosphere slowly began to warm up.

Then came tonight.

At last, the first sellout had given the players a chance to see what a packed Coliseum looked like; Los Angeles fans got their money’s worth and were not disappointed, having witnessed a pinnacle showdown.

From the first second of the game, excitement and suspense lasted until the very last; from confrontation to score, from offense to defense, the thrilling collisions were non-stop; in the end, the game concluded perfectly with a victory for the home team.

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The fans, they went crazy—

“Rams!”

The overwhelming, deafening chants were like a fierce summer downpour.

All around was a thunderous roar.

On the field, coaches Reed and McVay, quarterbacks Mahomes and Goff, were amidst layers of tight crowds greeting each other post-game, with the television cameras following the action closely.

However, the eyes of all the fans and players in attendance caught a different movement—

Aaron Donald.

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Li Wei.

Although the spotlight was elsewhere, all eyes involuntarily focused on them.

Following that.

“Aaron!”

“Aaron!”

Through roars and cries that tore through the air, Li Wei was engulfed in an instant.

Donald reached out his right hand, bearing a simple grin like Paddington Bear, “Great game.”

Li Wei clasped Donald’s right hand, and the two bumped shoulders.

Amidst the thunderous noise, they had to lean in close to barely catch each other’s words, “Great game.

You deserve this victory.”

“Incredible performance!

You made me look like an arrogant rookie.”

Open, honest, and unafraid to poke fun at himself.

Donald burst out laughing at that, teasing back, “I’m definitely not going to tell you that my knees are trembling right now, that I’m using all my strength just to stand.”

“But you’re still standing, even if you’re taking on our entire team alone, oh, I got a little hurt,” Li Wei retorted with self-deprecation.

Donald, “Hahaha.”

Li Wei continued, “Hey, buddy, you deserved this win, next time we meet I’ll give it my all to turn the tide, stay tuned.”

Upright and forthright.

Those resonant words stirred Donald’s passions too, as he gave Li Wei a firm pat on the back, “I won’t be standing still either.”

A pause, an exchange of glances, then without further delay, they let go of each other’s hands and turned to part ways.

Donald stood there watching Li Wei walk away with his head held high and his chest puffed out, feeling a rush of emotion; this was a novel experience—

Though they had won today, more than the joy and happiness of victory, he was looking forward to the next encounter with Li Wei, with Mahomes, with the Kansas City Chiefs; he was even itching with anticipation.

If the two teams could meet again this season, it would not just be a “Halfway Super Bowl,” but the real Super Bowl, and Donald was immensely excited for it.

The Kansas City Chiefs needed to press on, and the Los Angeles Rams couldn’t afford any slip-ups.

In that instant, a surge of ambition also ignited in Donald’s chest.

Meanwhile, Li Wei had gotten back on track, shouldering the responsibilities of the captain—

comforting and motivating his teammates one by one.

Every defeat is bitter, no loss can bring joy; and this season the Kansas City Chiefs experienced their second hard-to-swallow bitterness, the final regret of clashing with an elite team and helplessly watching victory slip through their fingers.

The taste was truly…

Utterly terrible.

It didn’t become any easier just because they had been through it once before.

If anything, it was even more bitter and torturous than the first time.

Defensive End Chris Jones sank into deep self-blame, thinking he hadn’t put enough pressure on the opposing quarterback Goff, allowing Goff’s passes to flow too easily, especially compared to Donald on the other side; Jones still seemed green, not playing to his level.

Cornerback Kendall Fuller, who had joined the team this season, was the same, sweeping through the early season victories as if he had finally proved himself, but as the season progressed, his weaknesses gradually became exposed, letting opponents seize opportunities, with anger and frustration interwoven.

One after another.

These young sophomores and juniors were still learning.

Then, Li Wei saw Mahomes.

After finishing the interview, Mahomes stood alone, with his hands on his hips, quietly looking up at the bustling, roaring Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum, silent, his faint silhouette revealing a touch of loneliness and melancholy.

“Hey, Sherlock, no tears today?” Li Wei joked.

To his surprise, Mahomes turned and looked over, his eyes already brimming with tears.

Li Wei was at a loss for words and offered a laugh, “What to do, maybe wipe them with your jersey first, and while you’re at it, blow your nose.”

Snort.

Mahomes couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Li Wei continued, “It’s okay, the camera is on Travis now, your undershirt isn’t exposed.”

“Haha.” Mahomes laughed heartily, the tears retreating forcefully.

Li Wei said, “You should know that you are the MVP of this game, right?”

Mahomes exhaled deeply, “Yet, I still couldn’t bring a victory to the team.

I finally understand the pressure you’ve been under.”

From last season to this one, the incessant spotlight had always been on Li Wei, whether it brought expectations or criticisms, the pressure was piled on him, making him feel overwhelmed both on and off the field.

Now, Mahomes had finally gotten a small taste of it.

“Rookie, I thought that after going through this once, I’d be more mature and able to face it again with ease.”

“But it’s not like that.”

“I hate this feeling, I loathe it.”

“God, this feeling really sucks, damn it.”

The usually smiling Mahomes, the always straightforward and obedient Mahomes, finally couldn’t hold back his impulse and let loose with a curse.

Li Wei nodded slightly, “You’re right to loathe it.

It means you’re truly hurt, so you should firmly remember this feeling, to ensure that once the wound heals you don’t forget the pain, so you don’t go through it again next time we meet.”

Mahomes drew in a sharp breath, “Experience this again next time we meet?”

“…Damn.”

Imagining the scene, Mahomes still couldn’t control his language.

Li Wei nodded, “Of course.

You’ve personally seen what this team is capable of, and if they end up as Super Bowl Champions, I won’t be surprised at all; they are now one of the top teams in the League.”

“If we have a chance to meet them again this season, they have the ability to beat us again, so if you don’t want to experience that gut-wrenching pain again, you must firmly remember how you feel right now.”