Chapter 889: 888 Smiling at the World
Ahhh, ahhh.
Donald completed the sack with the deanor of an executioner, forcefully declaring his presence.
The Los Angeles Rams have not lost, and more importantly, they have not given up. If the Kansas City Chiefs think this ga is already in the bag, then they are gravely mistaken.
Under Donald’s imposing aura, the entire audience collectively submits.
“Rams! Clap clap!”
“Rams! Clap clap!”
A single defensive play reversed the montum in the dire situation.
Thalia stared at the television screen. Without even realizing it, her hands were tightly clasped together, fingers intertwined, her wildly beating heart silently praying as she searched for Li Wei’s figure amidst the fierce crowd.
Li Wei was smiling—
Thalia blinked, thinking her eyes were deceiving her. But in the live broadcast, the corner of his mouth beneath the helt was unmistakably lifting, relaxed and carefree.
Then Thalia realized: this is him, the him she knew so well—standing tall even at the edge of a cliff, fighting to the very end with clenched fists, welcoming every challenge with confidence, laughing through storms.
Li Wei walked toward Mahos, looking at the battered and defeated Mahos lying on the ground, and his smile grew brighter. He extended his hand, pulling Mahos up and patting him on the shoulder.
“Can you hold on?”
Over here, they kept pushing the pace and tempo.
Over there, Donald remained unstoppable.
But this is football: a turn-based ga where the core lies in the offense-defense chess match.
After rising, Mahos jumped in place, his gaze lighting up. From Smith and Li Wei, he had learned a great deal, evolving these lessons into sothing of his own.
Mahos wasn’t discouraged—not at all, in fact. He was eager and ready.
Mahos leaned close to Li Wei’s ear, and the two exchanged a few quick words. Afterward, Mahos connected with Reed through his headset, engaging in a brief back-and-forth conversation. Within monts, the Kansas City Chiefs Offense reassembled.
Second Gear, a 17-yard play.
Donald’s earlier sack cost Mahos a full seven yards, pushing the starting line from the 17-yard line back to the 24-yard line.
The Kansas City Chiefs upheld their double running back tactic without making imdiate adjustnts.
The Los Angeles Rams followed suit with no evident changes in formation.
The difference lay in the Rams Defense. The players radiated a killing intent, their fighting spirit burning intensely—a palpable presence in the atmosphere.
Tension gradually tightened.
Unmoved, Mahos thodically announced the snap.
“Attack!”
Donald’s pupils shrank, stepping forward without hesitation, fatigue seemingly forgotten entirely.
Pressure—this was key.
This ti, the Los Angeles Rams didn’t all step forward; instead, they stepped back to clear out the short-pass zone.
McVay’s defensive strategy had been carefully calculated and designed. Facing Second Gear at 17 yards, conventionally the Kansas City Chiefs had two choices:
First, hand the football to Li Wei, relying on ground advancent to ease the challenge of Third Gear.
Second, Mahos could go for a long-pass surprise play, aiming directly for the end zone in one decisive strike.
Thus, the Rams’ defensive focus was on the ground ga and the long pass, deliberately leaving the short-pass zone open. Under pressure, Mahos would see the short-pass gap and, in haste, would likely choose the short pass.
Then the Rams’ secondary defense would imdiately close in.
This is called “inviting the enemy into the trap.”
On the surface, the Rams Defensive group’s running positions seed chaotic; but in reality, every player had their assigned role.
There was man coverage and zone coverage.
Of course, everything ultimately hinged on pressure. If the defensive line couldn’t apply enough pressure, all other tactics would be worthless.
This ti, the Rams didn’t pressure en masse but didn’t forget its importance.
Only three n on the defensive line applied pressure; but alongside Donald, Ndamukong also stepped forward.
Normally, Ndamukong dismantles blocks while Donald breaks through. However, the Rams didn’t always follow this playbook—McVay was switching things up in this mont.
Donald charged like a raging bull—simple yet effective.
Ndamukong dismantled walls like an unstoppable wrecking ball.
The two stord into the pocket, one behind the other. Ndamukong’s view was obstructed by Donald, unable to pinpoint Mahos’ position; but Donald sounded the alarm.
Sothing was off.
The Kansas City Chiefs’ offensive tactic was identical to the previous First Gear:
A fake run, real pass.
Li Wei and Damien both approached Mahos, posturing as if ready to receive the ball for a ground-running play. But imdiately, they split.
Li Wei sprinted toward the slot; Damien stepped forward to block Donald.
anwhile, Mahos retreated further, creating space as he searched for a passing target.
The tactic was nearly unchanged.
But why?
Donald instinctively sensed sothing amiss, like a hunter detecting a trap; yet in the blink of an eye, there was no ti to analyze, and no room to hesitate.
Donald’s bull charge had to be swift—otherwise, fatigue would take over.
No matter what the Chiefs were scheming, as long as Donald could sack Mahos, everything would co to a decisive end.
Donald unleashed his energy, surging forward relentlessly.
A directional shift allowed him to easily shrug off Damien, continuing his rush at Mahos.
Damien prepared to lunge at Donald but noticed Ndamukong closing in; clearly, he couldn’t let Mahos fall into a double-team trap.
Hastily, Damien positioned himself to block Ndamukong.
Bam! Bam, bam!
A barrage of collisions and clashes—both teams were fully red-eyed and furious.
Donald charged at Mahos unstoppably, finding Mahos still scanning and searching. He instantly realized he must act quickly—he couldn’t let Mahos find a long-pass opening and had to force him into a short-pass play, creating opportunities for the defense group.
Or simply deliver a clean sack to write the final chapter.
Similar situations, similar monts—First and Second Gear were nearly identical; yet Mahos was slightly different this ti: calr.
Mahos moved laterally, his agile and nimble footwork fully unleashed.
Lure the snake out of its hole.
This thought flashed in Donald’s mind, but there was no ti for hesitation; he pursued resolutely.
In the cat-and-mouse chase, Mahos deliberately left the pocket, exposing himself.
But there was no danger.
Because the Rams had pulled their defensive players back, clearing the short-pass zone. Even when players saw Mahos step out of his pocket protection, the linebackers and cornerbacks didn’t have ti to step in and assist Donald in surrounding him.
What mattered was Mahos’ footwork, elongating the chase and gradually draining Donald’s surge of strength and power.
Donald now understood Mahos’ plan:
He was bait, drawing fire—but who was the real passing target?
Donald had no ti to look back or analyze. He gritted his teeth, summoning another burst of energy, chasing at full tilt.
Speed and power erupted instantly, closing the gap to Mahos in giant strides.
Ahhh, ahhh.
Donald unleashed with everything he had, to the very limit.
In the split second, ever watchful and alert, Mahos looked toward the wide-open left zone and swung his arm forcefully.
Effortless yet seismic.
Whoosh!
The football left his hand, rising swiftly.
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