Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 146 145 fight side by side

"God, God God God, oh, God!"

"On the very brink of an interception, Li Wei catches the football before it hits the ground, dodges a tackle, shakes off another—flipping Watkins over in the process—and then evades a second grab, breaking away for the end zone like a frenzied dance on the blade's edge."

"Touchdown!"

"A forty-three-yard rushing touchdown!"

"Incredible, simply incredible!"

"The game is not over, God, the Alabama Crimson Tide Storm come back from the dead with an unparalleled performance, bringing suspense back into the game."

"Saban's Crimson Tide Storm shows the quality of kings once again, proving they are still the team that all NCAA teams desperately want to defeat but find so difficult to beat. The Clemson Tigers were very, very close, but now Saban has thrown another challenge to Sweeney."

"With the next offense, should they play conservatively and wind down the clock waiting for victory, or should they take a risk and seize the initiative?"

Madness.

The entire Richmond James Stadium is in utter frenzy, engulfed in a sea of red, with roaring support echoing to the skies, and the inside and outside of the stadium trembling and shaking as if it were a lone canoe amidst tumultuous waves.

However.

Li Wei does not celebrate; he merely glances over at the gathering of Clemson Tigers players, a hurried glance, his gaze landing on Watson—

The game, it's still not over.

Li Wei's eyes are so resolute and bright, flashing with a hint of murderous intent.

Watson: Crap.

He was nearly out of control, ready to slam his helmet, but Watson managed to keep it together, focusing as much as he could on himself.

The advantage is still with the Clemson Tigers; they absolutely will not let the scene from the spring training camp happen again.

Not a chance.

Watson almost bit through his teeth.

And Li Wei has already turned back towards his team, stuffs the football he had just carried into the end zone into the arms of the Alabama defensive group captain, Allen—

They, are a team.

Relying solely on offense or solely on defense, they could not win; they need to come together. The offense has done its part, now it's the defense's turn.

Allen understands.

Taking the football from Li Wei, he straightens his back, his eyes also flashing with determination.

"It's our turn now."

Just a simple phrase, but weighty as a thousand jun.

Watson.

Blitz!

At the most critical and dangerous moment, Saban's defense also chose a bold strategy to break the impasse, rarely seen rushing to apply pressure on the quarterback.

Stomp, stomp, stomp.

Allen moved forward without hesitation, pushing away the offensive lineman he was facing as if they were made of paper, stepping forward, and immediately spotting Watson, who was still holding the ball, observing.

That's right.

Saban guessed that Sweeney would take a risk, still trusting in Watson's capabilities, after all, today Watson indeed displayed an incredible competitive state. Relying on Watson's individual abilities to complete a pass or a run, attempting to make the third-down conversion.

The Clemson Tigers still had a way out, didn't they?

Thus, the Crimson Tide Storm chose to blitz.

Allen clenched his teeth, the whole game had been suffocating, frustrating, and oppressive, but he never lost faith or focus.

Take a step, extend arms, sack.

Allen kept his attention highly focused, seizing every slight advantage from the tactics to preempt, launching himself at Watson the moment he observed and read the defense.

Wait, Watson tried to escape, his footsteps shuffling.

Today, they had been eluded and fooled by Watson too many times, but not this time.

Allen reacted quickly, following Watson's movements. Just as Watson was about to change direction again, Allen didn't give him the chance, capitalizing on the slight tactical advantage to step forward and sack him.

Grapple!

Tackle!

Bang——

The world was reduced to a single noise, stretched out and lengthened.

Ah, ah, ahhh!

From the depths of Allen's Dantian, an astonishing energy burst forth, forcefully bringing Watson down, who seemed as delicate as a boneless rose crushed to the ground.

The next second.

Fumble!

A football, like a sprite, shot out, followed by a figure who dashed forward swiftly, leaping and surging before the chaotic encirclement tightened, securing the football firmly in his embrace. He curled up, protecting the football with his body, blocking all the raging wind and torrential rain outside.

In Humphrey's mind, there was only one belief—

Ball possession, Marlon, ball possession!