Chapter 1463: Chapter 1462: Evenly Matched
“Beast Mode!”
“Beast Mode!”
“On the stage of the 54th Super Bowl, we witness ‘Beast Mode’ together once again. But this time, it’s neither Marshawn Lynch nor Li Wei, but Richard Sherman, Lynch’s former teammate with the Seattle Seahawks, calling Beast Mode once more to descend upon Hard Rock Stadium tonight!”
“Unbelievable!”
“Amazing!”
“First, an interception. Sherman completes his fourth interception of the season, gifting Mahomes his first Super Bowl mistake.”
“Then, a return. Sherman completes an astonishing fifty-one-yard return touchdown, reenacting Beast Mode at the last moment in a head-to-head battle with Li Wei.”
“Incredible!”
“As a running back, Li Wei’s performance is remarkable. His defensive awareness and tackle skills are exceptional, almost stopping Sherman at the end zone’s edge, ending the return; but Sherman, displaying veteran experience and insight, lunges forward to send the football into the end zone.”
“With all his might, taking a desperate gamble, Sherman scores a crucial touchdown for the San Francisco 49ers!”
“Narrow margin! Just a narrow margin! And yet, precisely this narrow margin enabled Sherman to show the state and style of his peak period once again! Not only calm but also wise, his reaction in the last moments demonstrates his ability to compete with Li Wei, truly eye-opening!”
“Touchdown!”
“No doubt about it! Undeniably!”
“Ladies and gentlemen, the San Francisco 49ers have tied the score, turning the tide. Now the Super Bowl is back to square one, giving both sides a chance.”
“This is the battle declaration from the San Francisco 49ers! They come to the Super Bowl not as supporting roles, but as contenders for the championship!”
Fervor.
Just one word suffices.
The entire Hard Rock Stadium is completely flipped inside out; no one expected the Kansas City Chiefs to easily lead by two touchdowns, nor did anyone expect the San Francisco 49ers to tenaciously tie the score. This Super Bowl, as anticipated, is a back-and-forth clash of titans.
However, everything is just as professionals analyzed. The San Francisco 49ers rely on team strength, more balanced, more comprehensive, with both the offensive and defensive groups each scoring a touchdown. Shanahan, leveraging a range of diverse weapons, has rekindled the suspense of victory, plunging the match further into a stalemate.
With a sudden twist, Sherman quickly stands up, a murderous fervor ignites in his eyes as he stares down Li Wei, his smile quirks like a clown’s, taking a step forward to provoke Li Wei with such action.
You can even see his hands hanging by his sides, but his fingers keep curling inward as if daring Li Wei to make a move, mocking, disdainful, sarcastic, as if looking down from above.
It’s as if all living beings are bowing at his feet in worship.
Now, only Li Wei is left.
Li Wei clenches his fist and also steps forward.
Suddenly, Sherman gets excited, his eyes seem to roar: Hit me, hit me, you coward.
Moreover, Sherman takes another small step forward, deliberately bumping into Li Wei, igniting the spark with a physical collision.
This scene falls into the referee’s eyes, who immediately sounds the alarm, swarming in to separate the two.
Li Wei doesn’t back down but instead presses against Sherman, not landing his fist on Sherman’s helmet but placing it beside Sherman’s helmet.
Yang says aloud, “Your acting is too greasy; you should be grateful you didn’t go to Hollywood for a job.”
After speaking, Li Wei gently brushes off the grass and dirt from Sherman’s shoulder.
Sherman: ??? What? What does this guy mean?
Li Wei seems to catch the confusion in Sherman’s eyes, failing to grasp his sarcasm, which slightly eases Li Wei’s gloomy mood, and a smile fully blossoms at the corner of his mouth.
That smile stings Sherman’s eyes, leaving him with a breath caught in his chest, and he irritably raises his hand to knock off Li Wei’s right hand, glaring fiercely at Li Wei, clearly ready to swallow him whole, with his clenched fist trembling slightly.
Instead, Li Wei remains calm and collected, glancing at Sherman with a look of pity and sympathy.
And then… nothing else.
Before the referees arrive, Li Wei turns and leaves, leaving Sherman in the wind, disheveled.
Sherman is stunned, a beat slower to realize he has been tricked: Damn, got played by that guy again!
Damn it!
The original plan shouldn’t have been like this. Sherman wanted to provoke Li Wei, to expose Li Wei’s loss of control and his clumsiness under the Super Bowl spotlight, but the result was that he almost lost control himself, wanting to punch but being forced to restrain.
A wave of frustration!
The next moment, the referees see the crisis resolved and pause their steps, while the San Francisco 49ers’ defensive players arrive late, surrounding Sherman with cheers and celebration.
Only then does Sherman come to his senses, venting the repressed emotions within his chest with a shout, “Ah!”
Staring at Li Wei’s back, he roars angrily.
“Ahhh!”
At this moment, Sherman is indeed the king of Hard Rock Stadium –
Buzzing and lively, San Francisco 49ers fans have gone completely crazy.
In some ways, even more insane than the Tennessee Titans’ overwhelming lead in the American League playoffs, because the Titans’ lead was far too significant, making it lack a sense of reality; yet the current neck-and-neck battle allows spectators to see the effort Shanahan and the San Francisco 49ers are putting forth —
Everything suddenly becomes real and clear.
Maybe the San Francisco 49ers can actually beat the Kansas City Chiefs?
At the very least, now both teams are evenly matched, a showdown where the stakes are high, triggering an adrenalin rush, keeping everyone hooked.
Neutral fans are ecstatic, and the pre-game buzz and discussions revolve entirely around the suspense of victory, and now that suspense seems truly present, one by one unable to contain themselves, even standing shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, and breaking out into choruses.
“Ohh-lay ohh-lay, ohh-lay, oh…lay…ohh-lay ohh-lay…”
A wave of celebration circles the Miami sky, creating an illusion for a moment that the entire world stands opposite the Kansas City Chiefs.
Throughout an entire season, aside from Arrowhead Stadium, the Kansas City Chiefs have constantly been battling against the League, but tonight, that confrontation seems to hit its peak; although countless fans wish to witness history, many more fans hope to see the myth of the Kansas City Chiefs shattered —
After all, in the NFL, the most exciting and captivating part is the suspense, the forever unpredictable outcome, the never certain suspense.
It’s not just the San Francisco 49ers, but all the other thirty teams are cheering for Sherman.
This isn’t Arrowhead Stadium; this feeling is unprecedentedly clear and distinct, although tonight Hard Rock Stadium should be the Kansas City Chiefs’ home ground, but Hard Rock Stadium ultimately isn’t Arrowhead Stadium, and the vast sea of red in the audience seems to be divided into layers.
Among the bustling noise, Mahomes stands helplessly on the spot, the overwhelming surge and frenzy making his figure appear particularly small.
Mahomes doesn’t even dare to lift his head to observe the storm before him, hands on his hips, standing still, head lowered, eyes filled with regret.