Chapter 1182: Chapter 1181: Forty-Eight Seconds
Damn it!
Rivers clenched his fist, biting down hard on his tongue, the taste of blood filling his mouth.
Ultimately, stopped in his tracks!
He lifted his head and looked around, taking in the red and blue figures.
Out of breath, drenched in sweat.
Clash of blades, close combat.
Whether Kansas City Chiefs or Los Angeles Chargers, both exerted their fullest in this wave of offense and defense, refusing to yield an inch in the face-to-face confrontation—
So, should it be said that the Kansas City Chiefs Defense withstood the impact better, or that the Los Angeles Chargers Offensive group failed themselves at the critical mont?
Damn!
Rivers stood up, imdiately spotting Li Wei at the edge of the field.
That guy stood there nonchalantly, noticing Rivers’ gaze, he spread his hands open, lightly shrugged, slightly helpless.
“What a pity.” He said.
It’s a pity, Kansas City Chiefs had already eased up, but the Los Angeles Chargers couldn’t seize the opportunity.
What kind of trash talk is this?
Rivers burst out laughing, intentionally removed his helt, lifted his chin, looking at Li Wei with a bright gaze, “Show whatever ability you have quickly.”
“Otherwise… hehe. See you in the second half.”
Even though Los Angeles Chargers couldn’t score a touchdown in the end, Rivers still managed to secure a 47-yard field goal opportunity in this wave of offense.
anwhile, there were still 48 seconds left in the ga.
Only forty-eight seconds, even though Kansas City Chiefs have three tiouts, ti is really tight, coupled with Mahos not being completely in form, the space Kansas City Chiefs could operate was very limited.
If Kansas City Chiefs couldn’t continue scoring in forty-eight seconds, and the Los Angeles Chargers’ field goal was successful, then anything would be possible.
“21:16.”
Five-point discrepancy, one possession difference.
As Rivers said, see you in the second half, the suspense of the outco hangs in the air.
On that side, Li Wei provoked.
On this side, Rivers countered.
Back and forth, fierce division rivals refused to yield.
Indeed, the Los Angeles Chargers Special Duty Group clung to the situation at the critical mont, successfully kicking the field goal narrowing the difference to five points.
Then, the pressure was entirely on the Kansas City Chiefs.
Forty-eight seconds, if the Kansas City Chiefs couldn’t score quickly, then with Los Angeles Chargers starting the attack in the second half, a five-point difference could be overturned at any mont, potentially allowing the Los Angeles Chargers to completely reverse the ga.
Ultimately, it all depended on Mahos—
After all, with only forty-eight seconds, relying on ground offense was unlikely to be effective, the final pressure and burden had to fall on the quarterback’s shoulders.
Wait, or were the Kansas City Chiefs planning to let Li Wei throw the ball?
The Kansas City Chiefs Offense and Los Angeles Lightning Defense Group took the field once more.
However, the buzz in the live broadcast comntary and social networks already began focusing on the second half—
Judging from Kansas City Chiefs’ Mahos’ instability and needing more adjustnt ti, the recent touchdown didn’t rely on Mahos’ passing.
Judging from Los Angeles Chargers’ persistence and tenacity to entangle opponents until the end in all gas this season, regardless of victory or defeat, they could carve a chunk of flesh off the opponent.
Considering the atmosphere, circumstances at the London Bowl, and the forty-eight seconds on hand, the back-and-forth struggle of the first half might have temporarily reached a conclusion, with the next part depending on how both teams adjust during halfti.
One after another, people started looking forward to the second half; the outco of this ga needed to be determined in the second half, various voices offering strategies and suggestions for both teams.
Even the Old Oak Tavern was no exception.
Carter and Felix watched as Anderson, West, and other professionals analyzed the ga, predicting what might happen next based on their understanding of Reed.
“Reed might give it a try; in forty-eight seconds, Reed would attempt a fast pace, but without hope, no pressure, if not, just retreat.”
“After all, we’re leading; there’s no need to take risks. Let’s wait and see the second half, Patrick will get into form. He just needs so ti.”
“Moreover, there’s still the professor.”
Perhaps, Wembley was the only exception—
Only truly on site, only truly in the midst, could one feel the state exhibited by players as they took the field.
Focus. Imrsion. Engagent.
On the surface relaxed, but actually, that aura from inside out was burning in the air, completely unfazed by the forty-eight seconds.
In front of the TV, Felix was first to notice the anomaly: Li Wei.
Felix liked Li Wei, even idolized Li Wei, his devotion to Li Wei was almost blind, he wouldn’t overlook the killing intent in Li Wei’s eyes.
Carter noticed Felix’s unyielding gaze following Li Wei’s movent, instinctively looked over but hadn’t had the chance to inquire—
Kansas City Chiefs had already lined up.
First down and ten, own 25-yard line.
“Attack!”
Mahos announced the snap.
Turning, facing Li Wei, handing off, Mahos prepared to pass the football to Li Wei, imdiately feeling the impact wave of Los Angeles Lightning Defense Line fully advancing and pressuring.
If Wembley noticed that anomaly, there was no reason the Los Angeles Lightning in the sa ga wouldn’t.
With Bosa leading the defensive group, hair standing on end, muscles tense, alarm bells had already been sounded before the snap, the next second they surged toward Mahos and Li Wei.
Li Wei, the first target, whether running or passing, the threat level was off the charts.
However!
Mahos actually withdrew his right hand, stood straight, fird his waist, raised his right hand, and released before Los Angeles Lightning could respond.
Bullet pass.
Low, straight, explosive, agile, the football turned into a streak of light, threading between the defensive line and linen, slicing an opening straight through.
Like a scalpel, frontal breakthrough.
The Los Angeles Lightning Defense Line was completely stunned, caught off guard, even unable to react, as the football whizzed past their ears.
Wide Receiver Watkins, unremarkable Watkins, appearing under the cover of Hill’s and Kelsey’s radiance, amidst Hardman’s tactical rise, gradually reduced to a sideline role, yet appeared without warning.
A vertical run, ninety-degree angle inward cut.
Easily catching the ball in the gap left by the linen’s advance.
Regrettably, Mahos’ pass was still inconsistent, the force of this pass wasn’t controlled, Watkins barely completed the catch, almost lost it, feet unsteady, unable to adjust for further advance, forced to the ground.
Second down and four.
But the Kansas City Chiefs didn’t care, Reed didn’t even call a tiout, Mahos already gathered the offense, lined up again, prepared to continue attacking.
Wait, was it Wuju rchant offense?
If Kansas City Chiefs deployed Wuju rchant offense, then it ant they weren’t planning to dismiss these forty-eight seconds, but aid for—
Touchdown!
The bustling, noisy social networks continued buzzing, but the comntators in the livestream were caught off guard, unable to regain their wits, already swept into Kansas City Chiefs’ storm.
Mahos had already announced the snap again.
“Attack!”
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