Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 898 - 897 Absolute Focus

Chapter 898: 897 Absolute Focus

“Roar, hey, champions!”

“Roar, hey, champions!”

Surrounded by layers upon layers of players and coaches—without exception—everyone joined in Li Wei’s celebratory post-game performance.

Nobody understood the hardships of the season better than the Kansas City Chiefs players, and nobody understood the tense battles behind this seemingly effortless title defense better than them.

At this moment, as they stood here celebrating their championship defense, everything had to be attributed to Li Wei.

It wasn’t just on the tactical level, but also on the spiritual level. Thanks to Li Wei’s on-the-spot brilliance, the Kansas City Chiefs were able to stay united and overcome obstacles.

Now, it’s time to express their “gratitude.”

In the VIP box, Goodell looked down silently at the scene below—

The game turned into a blowout after all.

No matter how Nantz and Romo tried to sugarcoat things or how “League insiders” attempted to argue that the game was closer than the scoreboard suggested,

to the broader public, the game had flopped.

The Los Angeles Rams were disappointing—shockingly so, in fact.

Goodell didn’t even need to look at the numbers to know that this year’s viewership ratings would be dismal, nowhere close to last year’s Super Bowl.

There was no avoiding it—sports are cruel, and the numbers don’t lie.

Yet, Goodell wasn’t worried at all.

Viewership numbers do matter, but so does the process and outcome—

The Kansas City Chiefs defending their title and becoming the next dynasty after the New England Patriots signaled the emergence of a new power structure within the American Federation.

Li Wei had burst onto the scene, undoubtedly becoming the League’s new face. The League’s two-year star-making effort was finally about to pay off in full.

Whether it’s “New England Patriots vs. Kansas City Chiefs” or “Li Wei vs. Donald,” the void of attention left after Big Manning’s retirement had finally been filled. Next season, the League promises to be more exciting than ever.

The star had been made; now, it was time to create a god.

Creating a star is easy; creating a god is hard.

Even Goodell wasn’t sure if Li Wei could attain god-like status. After all, the running back position had too many limitations. Peterson came close but ultimately fell short, and Li Wei might face the same challenge.

But Goodell was looking forward to it; he couldn’t wait to see the unveiling of Li Wei’s next chapter—

If he failed, so be it. The League was vast, with fresh talents joining every year and rising stars emerging constantly. There was no need to worry.

But what if he succeeded?

On the field, the players finally put Li Wei down. Looking at Li Wei, who was grinning ear to ear, Kelsey was the first to turn around and run, afraid of becoming the next victim. Only Mahomes, that goofy idiot, stayed where he was, laughing heartily.

Li Wei glanced left and right, exchanging eye contact with his teammates in perfect sync.

The next second, they all swarmed Mahomes, who was utterly dumbfounded.

No one expected Li Wei to charge forward like an arrow, grabbing an unsuspecting Reed in the process and yelling out loud.

“Guys!”

Reed: Rookie, you?

Reed didn’t even have time to react before he was hoisted up.

Reed, utterly flustered, looked like a 300-pound baby, sweating profusely while flailing his limbs helplessly.

One lift, followed by another.

Until Chad Steel appeared.

“Li Wei… Li Wei!”

Chad Steel—Li Wei recognized him—the vice president of public relations for the Baltimore Ravens.

Apparently, Li Wei hadn’t anticipated running into Steel here.

“Chad, what are you doing here?” Li Wei set down the now-drenched Reed, whose glasses and cap had fallen off. The old coach’s nose and forehead were drenched in sweat, making for an unusually disheveled look.

Steel glanced at Reed, barely suppressing his laughter. “Coach Reed, we need to head to midfield.”

The game was over, but the Super Bowl wasn’t.

Swarming media flooded onto the field, preparing to witness the Los Angeles Rams and Kansas City Chiefs post-game handshake. This was the moment everyone had been waiting for, and it was why Steel was here.

Every time the Super Bowl ended, reporters, League officials, and staff swarmed the field, leaving it packed to capacity. The scene was always chaotic, with quarterbacks and head coaches as the focal points. Someone had to lead them to the broadcast cameras to complete the post-game ceremony under nationwide scrutiny.

And with the League’s public relations team stretched thin, they often borrowed personnel from team PR departments to assist.

Steel, despite working in PR, stood at 6-foot-6 (200 cm) and weighed 240 pounds (109 kg). A former college basketball player, he was both physically imposing and highly skilled, making him a perfect choice.

In fact, over the past seven years, Steel had helped out at the Super Bowl on five occasions.

This time was no different.

While the Kansas City Chiefs celebrated their victory, Steel had to interrupt to remind them of their Super Bowl obligations—

McVay, Goff, Donald, and other Los Angeles Rams players stood miserably under the flurry of red fireworks confetti. They would’ve loved to leave the field immediately but were forced to stay.

The faster the post-game handshake ended, the sooner they could leave.

Reed patted Li Wei on the shoulder, and Li Wei helped steady him.

Without looking back at Li Wei, Reed remained composed. “Don’t do that again.”

Li Wei obediently replied, “Yes, Coach. We’ll wait until next year.”

Reed adjusted his glasses and looked at Steel. “Chad, lead the way.”

Steel bent slightly in a bow. “Coach, your guide is over there. Tonight, I’m assigned to the rookie.” He finished with a knowing glance at Li Wei.

Li Wei: ??? “What about our quarterback over there?”

The post-game handshake ceremony was supposed to focus on the head coach and quarterback. Why was a running back like him being dragged into it?

Steel said nothing, simply patting Li Wei on the shoulder.

Li Wei looked up at Steel, towering like a giant, and wore the expression of a truant student caught red-handed by the principal. Reluctantly, he entered the field.

Donald was already waiting.

Quarterbacks had their own circle, and coaches had theirs. Clearly, they were all focal points of attention tonight. Countless cameras zeroed in on them.

But tonight was slightly unusual. Normally, quarterbacks were surrounded by the largest crowds, but this time, the biggest, densest group kept scanning, searching, until they spotted Steel’s towering frame. Then, like a wave, they surged slowly but powerfully toward them.

From afar, Steel raised his right hand high, like a tour guide.

“Maintain distance, maintain order.”

Now it became clear why the League had sent their ace, Steel, to escort Li Wei.

In a matter of seconds—less than thirty—an overwhelming crowd consumed Li Wei and Donald, swelling like cotton candy.

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Sure, the “Mahomes vs. Goff” face-off between new-generation quarterbacks was worth attention; and the “Reed vs. McVay” clash of veteran and young coaches was full of intrigue. But none of this year’s Super Bowl storylines came close to matching the buzz around “Li Wei vs. Donald”—

Not even one percent of it.