Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 487

Chapter 487: Shatter my body into pieces Chapter 487: Shatter my body into pieces U.S.

Bank Stadium was like a pressure cooker, with tension gradually climbing to its zenith, seemingly on the verge of explosion at any moment.

First and ten.

Pederson took advantage of the Kansas City Chiefs’ wary mindset, going against expectations with a clean and straightforward choice to run the ball, maintaining the initiative tactically.

Blount, the number one running back who had hardly had a chance to perform in the game, was not willing to let Clement steal the limelight.

Finally, he demonstrated his bulldozer-like strength by pushing forward against the Chiefs’ stiff resistance on the ground, managing to forcefully advance three yards.

Although the progress was limited, Blount fully exhibited the solid and substantial characteristic of the ground game, holding out in a deadlock and effectively consuming game time.

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Reed called their first timeout.

Second and seven.

Foles faked a pass and went for the run, handing the ball to Blount for the second consecutive time.

But this time, the Kansas City Chiefs Defense clearly caught up to Pederson’s tactical rhythm, with three men stopping Blount in his tracks.

Blount tried to replicate his earlier move, refusing to go down and to stop the play regardless of the yardage gained, clenching his teeth and continuing the standoff in a bid to consume time.

However, this time he could not withstand the mounting pressure and collapsed, ultimately failing to burn much clock.

Reed used their second timeout.

Third and six.

The situation suddenly shifted.

So, what would Pederson choose to do?

Would he continue with the ground game to consume time, playing it safe and avoiding taking risks at this point; or would he shift to a passing offense to break the deadlock, attempting to secure the first down and keep the Philadelphia Eagles’ Offensive group on the field, pushing the opponents towards desperation?

Prediction, positioning, the gamble.

Revis believed that both coaches, Pederson and Reed, were definitely calculating each other’s moves, their brains working at high speed; but for him, the matter wasn’t complex.

Looking at tonight’s game, choosing to power through twice on fourth and one, with the “Philly Special” transforming the Super Bowl into a Pro Bowl showcase, and opting for risk on third and long more than three or five times, trusting unknown players such as Clement and Burton, every strategy and tactic was filled with ambition.

Moreover, the plan was perfectly executed.

The Philadelphia Eagles truly played their boldest, most confident, craziest, and most passionate game of the entire season.

In Revis’s eyes, the tactical setup for a third-down offense had no room for debate—

Pederson would opt for a passing offense, a hundred percent.

And targeting either Clement or Ertz as the passing option aimed at breaking through on Revis’s defensive side would probably be the likely scenario.

This time, Revis was ready.

Taking a deep breath, Revis concentrated his attention fully, momentarily casting aside all distractions, feeling the slight trembling in his knees and the burning heat in his muscles.

No longer afraid, he instead began to relish the signals his body was sending, the sensation of burning fueling him to return to his peak form of five years prior.

Such scenarios had occurred more than once or twice that day.

With continuous short steps for adjustment, Revis focused intently, scrutinizing Ertz, observing Foles, all the while not forgetting Clement.

This was a basic requirement of zone defense; however, Revis remained patient until the moment Foles released the ball.

Foles felt the pressure too; the Kansas City Chiefs’ five-man rush exuded a do-or-die intensity, as Houston tore through the pocket towards Foles.

Danger!

Foles didn’t risk trying to escape the sack; a fumble at this moment would have been disastrous, so he let the ball fly.

The passing target was—

Ertz.

Without hesitation, Revis sparked into action, took a step forward, stretched across in front of Ertz, cutting off the connection between Ertz and Foles, and leapt early.

Ertz was startled.

Clearly, Ertz hadn’t anticipated that Revis wouldn’t be closely interfering but instead would step in early to intercept the pass.

It was a judgement made from experience, given that Revis was not in optimal physical condition.

Ertz was somewhat panicked.

He watched helplessly as Revis jumped in front of him.

Revis’s body fully extended, leaning back, arms stretching to their limits.

The football, quivering unsteadily, fell just beyond Revis’s fingertips, continuing to fly.

Missed it.

Ertz: Here it comes.

Revis: Damn it.

If he were at the peak of his physical condition, how could Revis have possibly missed that interception?

But alas, there are no ifs.

But Revis still refused to give up, refused to surrender—

Thump thump, thump thump.

His heart was still beating furiously.

Feeling the pull of gravity, he performed a Thousand Pounds Drop to the ground, supporting himself on one leg, using the strength of his waist and abdomen to complete a 180 degree turn mid-air without hesitation, recklessly throwing his body forward as if drawn to a flame.

Fight, as if burning your very life.

Burst forth, as if shattering into pieces.

Thump thump.

Thump thump.

The roar, surging powerfully.