bookpower Chapter 502
Chapter 502
Chapter 502: 501 Li Wei time Chapter 502: 501 Li Wei time “Fans of the Kansas City Chiefs...”
Goodell’s voice, transmitted through the microphone to every corner of the U.S.
Bank Stadium, also reached every corner covered by television screens.
“The trophy you have been eagerly waiting for is here, from the distant year of 1970 to the present of 2018.
From the very first game of this regular season, you have been striving and fighting.
You have interpreted the charm of football with your unparalleled performance and have stood at the pinnacle of the world with a historic posture.”
“Now, you are the world champions!”
And then.
Goodell handed the trophy to Clark Hunt.
The moment Hunt held the Vince Lombardi Trophy aloft, red confetti rained down from the sky, and cheers and screams filled the whole stadium, as the entire U.S.
...
Bank Stadium officially entered the Kansas City Chiefs era.
From Hunt to Reed, then to Smith and Houston, one by one they stepped up, lifted the trophy, and were interviewed—the ceremony of the award presentation was indispensable.
Finally, it was Li Wei’s turn.
“Ladies and gentlemen, let’s give our applause to the 52nd Super Bowl MVP, Li!
Wei!”
Li Wei stepped forward and took the Vince Lombardi Trophy from Houston’s hands.
Then, he thrust it high into the air!
Ah, ah, ah!
The whole place was frenzied.
The entire stadium shook, and even Goodell was slightly surprised—
Before Li Wei, Hunt, Reed, and others had already gone through the same ritual, a total of four times; the fans had also cheered four times, with the energy diminishing each time, but no one expected such an explosion of enthusiasm at this moment, surpassing any of the previous occasions, the emotions that had been brewing and waiting, now burned without reserve.
Ah!
Berry roared with all his might, his eyes filled with tears, yet his smile bloomed wildly because he knew he would not give up, he knew he would keep fighting.
He was proud to be a member of the Chieftains.
They would continue to fight side by side, they would keep pushing the limits.
Ah!
Not just the U.S.@@@@
Bank Stadium, not just outside the stadium, not just the Old Oak Tavern, not just Kansas City, the entire North American continent could feel the sparks of a prairie fire spreading everywhere, even crossing the Pacific Ocean, burning fiercely on the distant Hua Xia Continent.
This trophy witnessed glory, witnessed miracles, and it witnessed history!
Li Wei, a running back.
Throughout the season, Goodell had been trying to build a brand new brand, a fresh topic of conversation; now it seemed, the result had exceeded expectations, yielding a full harvest.
Goodell, thoughtful, watched the scene unfold, then turned to Hunter, not only not avoiding his gaze but revealing an expression laden with deep meaning.
Hunter understood at once, his eyes sweeping across the entire venue, slowly sinking into contemplation.
“Li Wei!”
The entire place, electrified.
This wasn’t the first time Li Wei experienced such treatment; the year before last at Bryant Denny Stadium, he had an unforgettable birthday party, but the scale and spectacle of the current scene were different, as were the impact and emotion.
A smile crept onto the corners of his lips.
The whole season’s memories flashed vividly and vibrantly through his mind.
In his chest, an emotion began to stir.
“...Li Wei,” the host tried three times, all ending in failure, his hand raising the microphone, attempting to quiet the crowd so the interview could proceed, but ultimately still without success.
The host appeared somewhat helpless.
Li Wei noticed, looked over, the two exchanged glances, Li Wei’s smile blossoming fully, he spread his arms with an expression of “so popular I can’t help it, it’s so annoying,” eliciting laughter from the other person as well.
Then.
Li Wei slightly lifted his head, raised his left hand, and made a pressing-down gesture:
Quiet.
Like a conductor in front of a symphony orchestra, trying to control the entire scene.
Li Wei didn’t know if this would work, but he tried anyway; to his surprise, U.S.
Bank Stadium seemed to understand his gesture—
Little by little.
Impossibly, the noise began to quiet down.
It wasn’t dead silent, the rustling hot wave could still be heard, but the scene was indeed under control, so much so that a myriad of astonished gazes once again enveloped Li Wei.
Cough cough.
Li Wei coughed twice, putting on an air of nonchalance, but it was easy to see through the act, prompting a wave of laughter from the audience.
The host’s jaw dropped, needing the help of his left hand to snap back into place.
Swallowing a mouthful of saliva to avoid drooling, “Li Wei?
Is that the correct way to address you?”
The spotlight, thus shone down on Li Wei.
A global audience of over one hundred and fifty million was watching this moment, their gazes even hotter and more intense than the spotlight, threatening to scald his skin.
But there, Li Wei revealed a calm and collected smile, an open and confident demeanor.
“Hey, I don’t mind if you call me ‘rookie’.”