"David, David!"
David Anderson had just picked up the call when he heard West’s exuberant voice through the receiver, so much that Anderson had to pull back a little.
"Live broadcast, quickly watch Glenn’s live broadcast."
Even from afar, Anderson could hear West’s shouting, but before he could respond, West had already hung up the phone.
Anderson sat there dazed, with question marks all over his mind: Live broadcast, what live broadcast?
Ding.
In the next second, West’s text arrived, a link.
With a face full of questions, Anderson clicked on the link, and it automatically opened to reveal a screen showing a group of people in T-shirts and sportswear crowded at a windowsill, smiling broadly and shouting hoarsely.
"Fly."
Once, then again, breaking through the phone screen and rushing towards him, those simple words and that simple picture left Anderson in prolonged silence.
He just stared at the screen for a long, long ti, a sense of happiness and contentnt igniting in his veins as his heart quietly sprouted wings and soared with the wind.
Then, breaking the fourth wall, shouts from the streets outside the room intermittently echoed, as if they were resonating with the image on the phone screen.
Echoes spun and surged under the sky.
Anderson’s face was full of tears, like a child at an innocent age, holding his father’s hand to play at Arrowhead Stadium, witnessing a life-changing scene that night.
In the blink of an eye, like a dream, he’s already at the age of becoming a grandfather, yet the beauty and happiness in the dream still soar freely.
One hundred. One thousand. Ten thousand. One hundred thousand.
The throngs watching the online live broadcast were growing, not just Kansas City residents but also millions of online viewers witnessing the ongoing scene.
It even alerted Veach and Reed.
Last night was a sleepless one, not just for the players, as Reed was also lacking energy. This year Reed turned sixty-two, and while that’s not very old for a coach, the challenges in terms of body and energy are inevitably becoming more significant, with the harassnt from away fans also affecting Reed similarly.
Veach worried about the players and also about Reed.
Veach was discussing with Reed how they should relieve the team’s pressure in the next two days; they couldn’t just dump all the responsibility and pressure on Li Wei.
Unexpectedly, a commotion sounded from outside, Veach stood up and opened the window, and those voices gradually beca clear.
Veach and Reed exchanged glances but said nothing, just quietly listening to it all.
Finally, Reed gently exhaled, "You reap what you sow. This season, rather than saying we brought hope to the city, it’s more that the city is giving back sothing."
"This support..." The heart, burning hot, a surge of indescribable emotion rose, "I think we’re ready."
Breaking news!
A newly released news report about Tampa Bay Buccaneers fans making unscrupulous harassnts towards the Kansas City Chiefs has major dia outlets launching criticisms, considering such tactics beneath contempt and demanding that the Tampa Bay Buccaneers officially respond, as the behavior of ho fans disgrace the Super Bowl.
Before Arians could even openly respond, a live broadcast was sweeping through the entire social network with thunderous force, making everyone feel the power of its impact.
No dia coverage, no official statents, everyone was equal, being viewers of this live broadcast, witnessing the response of the Kansas City Chiefs.
Passion. Resilience. Determination. Toughness. Vibrancy.
Even though the Kansas City Chiefs did not issue any official statent, did not criticize, did not protest, nothing at all; yet their displayed deanor said it all, neither obsequious nor arrogant, bending but not breaking, ready to fight to the end, the three-ti defending champions were prepared to face all storms and challenges.
Resonant!
Undoubtedly. This was the first ti, with neither team issuing official statents, players hadn’t yet had the ti for interviews, professionals hadn’t yet stirred the pot, dia too hadn’t had the chance to exploit headline talents, the matter seed to already be settled thoroughly.
Kansas City Chiefs scored big!
Indeed, people don’t wish to see perpetual winners; people need suspense, need competition, need contests, need roller-coaster-like victories and defeats, the desire to see the Kansas City Chiefs lose even surpassing the dislike and aversion towards Brady, all of it is a fact.
But at the sa ti, people love competitive sports precisely for that purity, that passion, that perseverance, noble and straightforward facing head-on duels, unyielding resolve in the face of adversity and challenges, the will to push limits and self-challenge.
More importantly, no one could deny the strength of the Kansas City Chiefs, conquering opponent after opponent with incredible performances, writing this miracle.
The interaction between Kansas City Chiefs fans and players, the bond between the team and the city, once again allowed people to feel that competitive sports are more than wins and championships, these teams are also part of the city, part of residents’ lives, achieving and supporting each other in both directions.
At this mont, the significance of competitive sports has surpassed the boundaries, possessing more warmth and colors.
So, when the fifty-fifth Super Bowl finally slowly drew open, the visiting neutral fans also presented a special little gift.
"Fly!"
"Fly!"
Maybe, tonight Raymond Jas Stadium only held twenty-five thousand people, the fewest attendees in a Super Bowl era event.
However, when the three-ti defending champions appeared for their warmup, it ushered in the most incredible sight of the Super Bowl era, the entire league voiced their support.
Once, then again.
Over and over again.
Not just in the stadium, at this mont fans watching the live broadcast on television, awaiting the ga, also felt that enthusiasm, the power that makes them love football and love the team, in the Kansas City Chiefs, they saw the original intention and saw dreams, thus, they couldn’t resist but shout out.
Rising waves, earth-shattering.
The sa voice surged and echoed above the North Arican continent, inspiring, fervent.
The Kansas City Chiefs players and coaches had not anticipated this scene, standing dumbfounded watching it unfold, doubting their eyes, those jubilations, those anxieties, those expectations, those uncertainties, all mixed into a bustling confusion, clueless about what was happening.
Mahos looked at Li Wei, "I thought we were the public enemy of everyone; I was ready for a lonely fight. This?"
But this ti, Li Wei had no answer either, spreading his hands, "Sorry, too charming, I didn’t anticipate this scene, please don’t feel inferior."
Mahos was imdiately amused.
Soon, Mahos noticed, Li Wei seed sowhat distracted, his attention entirely on the audience stands, as if he was... searching for sothing.
Mahos observed carefully, observed closely, and then, at the very front of the surging crowd, he saw that figure, almost exclaid aloud, hurriedly covering his mouth and looking at Li Wei, only to find Li Wei had also noticed, that slightly tense face barely relaxing. A smile blossod.
Front of the crowd, Thalia’s smile blood in his eyes.
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