Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 817 - 816 Walking Through Wind and Rain Together

Chapter 817: 816 Walking Through Wind and Rain Together

Attention! Line up! Prepare to take the field.

The Kansas City Chiefs Offensive group stood neatly in formation, their heads held high and their chests puffed out.

Houston looked at the scene before him. Despite his knees no longer holding up and himself slouched exhaustedly on the bench, he still straightened his back.

Beside him, someone took a seat.

It was Berry, “Old man, still holding up?”

Houston took a deep breath, yet his lungs felt like countless needles stabbing in, a bitter metallic taste rising, even breathing transforming into agony.

Still, Houston chuckled, “No, I’m done.”

Houston turned his head to Berry, “Every part of my body is staging a rebellion; they’re ready to go on strike. But Eric, would you believe it? I want to take the field again, I want to fight those guys one more time.”

“I’m not finished yet.”

A fiery resolve ignited in his chest.

Berry followed Houston’s gaze to the back of the jersey number 23.

“The game isn’t over yet.”

It wasn’t just them.

In the stands, Jenna watched the Kansas City Chiefs Offensive group lining up neatly by the field, ready to step on. Her heart swelled with emotion.

She tried to vent, tried to express, but couldn’t find the words.

Not far away, a voice rang out.

“When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high, don’t be afraid of the dark.”

That was… Karen.

She stood, her gaze resolute, fixing on the field, singing loud and clear.

Beside her, Felix stared at his mother in shock, his face filled with disbelief.

Without warning, the scene hit Jenna hard.

She knew that no matter what happened, Karen would always walk with Felix to the very end. Just like her — she shouldn’t leave Annie alone. She would always open her arms to shield Annie, offering her a safe harbor.

Just like the Kansas City Chiefs.

Tears fell.

But Jenna didn’t care, nor did she wipe her tears away. Instead, she stood up, joining Karen, no matter how many storms or thorns lay ahead, they would never let their children walk alone.

Never.

“At the end of the storm, there’s a golden sky and the sweet song of orioles.”

It wasn’t passionate, it wasn’t fierce, it wasn’t blood-pumping, it wasn’t grand.

It was even a little gentle.

Yet, the song resonated throughout, lingering across Arrowhead Stadium.

“Walk on, through the wind; walk on, through the rain.

Though your dreams may be disappointed.

Walk on, walk on! With hope in your heart, you’ll never walk alone!”

Perhaps they would win; perhaps they would lose. Anything was possible.

But no matter what, they would never walk alone.

Majestic, mighty, the entire Arrowhead Stadium was tightly united as one.

Mahomes looked at Li Wei in disbelief.

Li Wei tilted his head back, quietly marveling at the brilliance before him—

Compared to the jeers and curses at Gillette Stadium, the gentle inferno before him was far more inspiring, because love was more powerful than hate.

“Sherlock, it’s time.”

Li Wei lightly patted Mahomes on the shoulder. As he walked into the field, he donned his helmet, relaxed and casual, as if this were the first offensive play of the game.

Mahomes took a deep breath and caught up to Li Wei’s strides.

They were ready.

The Kansas City Chiefs’ Offensive group and the New England Patriots’ Defensive group formed their lineups again.

The formation of the New England Patriots Defensive group was immediately clear—

A deep ‘V’ shape, guarding the deep zones and sidelines, focused on Wanfu Mary throws and sideline-out passes, aiming to kill danger by exploiting remaining game time.

Strategy clear, objectives defined. The New England Patriots Defensive group appeared particularly composed, methodically deploying their layout with remarkable precision.

First, the game time was running out.

Second, Reed only had one timeout left.

Third, the Kansas City Chiefs’ secret weapon had already been exposed—without Hunter’s support, Li Wei lacked the out-of-nowhere impact he possessed last season, and the team roster wasn’t equipped with a wildcard like Burkhead.

Everything was laid bare.

At a glance, the New England Patriots chose not to opt for man-to-man defense, instead persisting with zone defense, as Belichick understood Reid’s tactics could include numerous variables. The New England Patriots had to rely on collective power, not individual excellence.

Thus, zone defense, mutual support.

It was evident that the eyes of the defensive players continually darted between Li Wei, Kelsey, and Hill, the three top targets.

If Mahomes chose any of those three as his passing targets, waiting for them could be a storm-like assault of three- or even four-man coverage—

Belichick refused to repeat past mistakes.

In such adversity, Reed’s only breathing space lay in the score difference.

“31:28.”

Three points, just a single field goal.

Which means the Kansas City Chiefs could attempt a Wanfu Mary touchdown to seize the game; alternatively, they could opt for a field goal to tie the score and enter overtime.

The crux was, overtime meant starting again. Did the Kansas City Chiefs have the stamina?

Strangely enough, stamina concerns were now pressed on the Kansas City Chiefs, the reigning champions who received plenty of rest in Week 17 of the regular season and a first-round bye in the playoffs, logically should be dominant.

But don’t forget, the New England Patriots’ schedule wasn’t drastically different.

The root issue came down to experience.

The miserable weather disrupted rhythms. The New England Patriots, battle-hardened veterans, managed stamina allocation and dynamic adaptation far more adeptly; the Kansas City Chiefs, on the other hand, paid a price for their youth.

Hence, from a theoretical perspective, Reed might be reluctant to enter overtime, whereas Belichick wouldn’t shy away from overtime’s trials—

Which allowed the New England Patriots to be even more unbridled in their approach.

The situation was indeed exceptionally challenging.

However, there was no time for worry or anxiety, as the countdown following the snap was about to end. The Kansas City Chiefs had to execute their play.

Thirty-nine seconds, their own twenty-five-yard mark, first-and-ten.

The Kansas City Chiefs were ready.

“Attack!”

Mahomes announced the snap, the New England Patriots’ defensive front line immediately tightened—

No blitz, still a four-man pass rush, the remaining players spread across defensive positions. Yet precisely because of this, the front line pressure was visibly more assertive, denying Mahomes the comfort to make a clean pass.

But as Mahomes turned sharply, he unhesitatingly handed the football off to Hill.

Not a quick pass, but a run.

Not Li Wei, but Hill.

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Even someone as seasoned as Belichick was bewildered by Reed’s offensive tactics. Had Reed forgotten that there were only thirty-nine seconds left?

In that brief moment of confusion, the New England Patriots Defensive group was caught off guard.

Li Wei paved the way with blocks, while Hill carried the ball forward.

Ten yards.

Hill advanced just ten yards. As the New England Patriots Defensive group rapidly closed the encircling circle, continuing forward would simply consume more time.

Hill went to ground.

Decisively and cleanly ending the advance himself.

Then Reed burned his last timeout.

Game time, thirty-three seconds.

With only six seconds consumed, the Kansas City Chiefs had secured a fresh set of downs with ease.

Without any collisions or even contact, the Kansas City Chiefs completed their advance and achieved a first down. The entire drive appeared effortless, smooth, and graceful.

Belichick felt an ominous premonition. Could Reed be setting the stage for a Wanfu Mary zone challenge? Should he reconsider his defensive scheme?