Capítulo 1501: 1500 Out of Breath
Huff! Huff!
In the chest cavity, flas are burning, and with every breath, the bloody taste billows and surges, the entire brain turned into a muddled paste.
Garoppolo furiously turns over and stands up, trying to hide his embarrassnt, but as soon as he looks up, he sees Chris Jones’ eyes full of murderous intent, like a wild wolf, like a cheetah, locking onto its prey, his neat white teeth stained with freshly torn flesh.
Bloodied.
Uncontrollably, Garoppolo shivers.
Huff! Huff!
Chris Jones is the sa, no exception to the fatigue, knees trembling, muscles stiff, internal organs churning and squeezing together.
But he does not retreat, nor does he celebrate, keeping his eyes fixed firmly on Garoppolo, as if staring at his dinner—
The ga is not over.
Even if he is already exhausted, even if he has burned out, as long as the ga is not over, he will fight to the end, no matter if it ans shattering to pieces.
The offensive group has completed their task under Li Wei’s leadership, and now it’s their defensive group’s turn:
They are a team, they fight shoulder to shoulder, they embrace the storm together.
Sack?
This is only the beginning.
Huff huff… heh.
a breath stuck in Garoppolo’s throat, almost unable to breathe, the entire person suppressed by Chris Jones’ gaze, as if he were an antelope struggling and begging under the cheetah’s claws, unable to escape the fate of death no matter how he struggles or resists.
Damn it!
Garoppolo hates this feeling, even the thought makes him nauseous.
He takes a deep breath, shakes off the shaful thoughts, clenches his fists again, cheers himself up, and even musters the courage to roar back at Chris Jones.
“Ah!”
He refuses to surrender, he will not surrender.
“Ah!”
Garoppolo roars back with all his strength.
This scene appears in the live broadcast, and Buck can’t help but turn to look at Aikman beside him—
Aikman, now an experienced comntator, imdiately catches the deeper aning in Buck’s eyes, even though everyone knows this is a critical mont in the ga, the San Francisco 49ers have no retreat, they must go all out, must burn their boats; yet the tense atmosphere continues to heat up.
Aikman notices Garoppolo’s anger and fighting spirit, but he also notices Chris Jones’ firm resolve and determination.
“Now, it’s a battle of montum,” Aikman says, “The Kansas City Chiefs—specifically Li Wei, have seized the crucial mont of the ga perfectly. Despite the severe test of physical endurance, the Kansas City Chiefs gritted their teeth, not only not relaxing but continuing to increase intensity.”
“From the situation, the Kansas City Chiefs slightly hold the upper hand; but the point is, the Kansas City Chiefs’ energy is almost depleted, and if the San Francisco 49ers withstand this wave of pressure, the entire situation may turn around, completely overturning the outco.”
“So, whoever can withstand it, victory will belong to them.”
The words barely fall, and the San Francisco 49ers have already announced the kickoff again.
Obviously, Shanahan is also aware of this point, he doesn’t waste ti, although it’s not a Wuju rchant offense, the pace of the entire tactical layout is very steady, even in desperation, they burst with energy, the San Francisco 49ers showing montum and fighting spirit no less than the Kansas City Chiefs.
“Attack!”
Garoppolo announces the kickoff.
Without hesitation, Garoppolo and his number one running back Mostert run out of the pocket side by side.
This running back, who ran 220 yards and scored four touchdowns in the National Conference finals, hasn’t had much opportunity to perform tonight, almost forgotten; but at a crucial mont, Shanahan trusts once again in the team’s number one contributor for getting to the Super Bowl.
The modern outside attack system is back on stage, so, pass or run?
Bam! Bam bam bam!
The offensive line and the defensive line clash and tangle again, the San Francisco 49ers co prepared, perfectly preventing the Kansas City Chiefs’ rush pressure, buying Garoppolo ti.
Pass!
Garoppolo feints handing the football to Mostert, but it’s just a smoke bomb, he pulls the football back and looks for a passing target.
However—
Complete lockdown.
The Kansas City Chiefs are not fooled by Shanahan’s modern outside attack system, the front line’s rush pressure is actually a decoy, the real focus is on pass defense, covering with man-to-man defense assisted by zone defense, keeping every passing target of the San Francisco 49ers firmly in check.
Sothing’s not right!
When the Kansas City Chiefs preemptively decipher the San Francisco 49ers’ passing intent, they imdiately break the balance, gaining the upper hand in the entire offensive and defensive match-up.
Although Garoppolo doesn’t feel imdiate pressure, his steps freeze in place:
Where’s the passing target?
Number one, locked down; number two, also locked down; number three… still no exception.
Not only that, all he sees is a sea of red in front of him, creating an illusion of white jerseys being completely engulfed.
Garoppolo panicked.
In the mont of hesitation and doubt, Garoppolo’s peripheral vision catches a glimpse of red breaking free and charging towards him.
Garoppolo doesn’t even realize how much ti he’s wasted, seeing Chris Jones’ fierce face, he instinctively throws the football—
Help!
The football flies over Chris Jones’ head.
“Incomplete pass!”
“Garoppolo attempts a connection with his number one wide receiver Samuel, but the pass lacks arc, dropping like a torpedo to the ground.”
“Wow. The Kansas City Chiefs execute an airtight pass defense, gradually pushing pressure from the secondary to the front line, with clean and crisp defense showing no signs of being troubled by physical limits, reminiscent of the brilliant start to the ga.”
“Third down, ten yards!”
“The San Francisco 49ers are in a dire situation, now standing half a foot off the cliff’s edge.”
Huff, huff.
The rapid breathing, the scorching breath lingers in the air, leaving no room for thought except for deep, heavy breaths, but Shanahan cannot stop, nor does he have ti to stop.
Then, the San Francisco 49ers announce the kickoff again—
Third down, ten yards.
Garoppolo holds the ball, no frills, no gimmicks, straightforward three-step drop, opening up the spread in a shotgun formation, pausing only for a breath, raising his hand for the pass without hesitation, giving no ti for Kansas City Chiefs to exert pressure blitz.
Whoosh!
The football takes off.
Countless eyes focus on the parabolic red-brown trajectory, the San Francisco 49ers offensive group imdiately releasing explosive power.
Passing target—
Wide receiver Emmanuel Sanders? Tonight’s hero for the San Francisco 49ers’ coback?
No, Sanders is just a smoke bomb, the true passing target is running back Kendrick Bourne!
Eight-yard short pass, released in 2.5 seconds, piercing through the crowd like a bullet bursting out of a chamber!
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