Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 499

Chapter 499: After 498, we’ll meet again.

Chapter 499: After 498, we’ll meet again.

The crowd was noisy, and a wave of heat rolled over the field, tumultuously.

However.

Foles, like an outsider, clutched his knees and curled up into a small ball on the grass, sinking into deep annoyance and despair.

If the last pass had succeeded, if he hadn’t stubbornly challenged Revis, if they had chosen “Philly Special”…

Would the outcome have been different?

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Countless thoughts filled his mind, almost bursting it open.

Foles knew he was not a genius, or else he wouldn’t have been so mediocre in the league for such a long time.

The thought of retiring last year was serious; he truly considered leaving football for another profession—

such as, a real estate agent.

But this year, everything seemed to be on the right track, from the coach to his teammates, and even his form.

All gears fitted into the right place, and his confidence climbed steadily, peaking at the Super Bowl.

Everything was perfect!

However.

He was just a bit short, just that final bit, falling before the finish line, all his efforts wasted.

Maybe this was his only chance, his last chance, and yet, he had missed it.

Next season, his fate was no longer in his control.

Before the Super Bowl, the media had already eagerly raised a critical issue—whether Wentz or Foles should be the starting quarterback for the Philadelphia Eagles next season.

Originally, Foles did not have confidence, but he believed he could compete; now, everything was over, and he didn’t even have the qualification to compete.

It was not just about being Super Bowl Champions–his whole career was now shrouded in fog.

After a fierce and unreserved burnout, only emptiness remained, as if he was in a perpetual free fall in endless darkness.

Bewildered.

Bitter.

Confused.

Foles’ world had hit the pause button.

Until—

“Congratulations.”

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Amid the noise and chaos, a voice came with the shadow falling in front of him; Foles looked up dumbly, then saw Li Wei.

His face was full of smiles, easy-going, yet entirely without a condescending stance.

That demeanor, cutting through the heavy fog, brought a ray of sunshine, re-illuminating the path ahead.

Then, Li Wei extended his right hand.

Foles hesitated, instinctively reaching out his right hand, grabbed Li Wei to help himself stand, his mind a mess, not understanding what was happening right now.

Not just Foles, other Philadelphia Eagles players also cast their glances.

If he remembered correctly, this was the first time since entering the NFL that Li Wei had approached an opposing player to greet them, this football rookie who didn’t even regard Brady highly, was now personally greeting Foles.

Brady’s defeat became questionable.

But…

Foles deserved it.

Anyone involved in this game, any spectator of this game could not deny; this moment was overwhelmingly thrilling.

The tension and deadlock of the match extended beyond the field, continuing to stir intensely.

“Congratulations.”

Li Wei repeated.

“What a fantastic game.

God, we all fought until the last moment, with all our might, without reservation.

My knees are still trembling right now, it was a marvelous battle.”

Foles hesitated, instinctively lowering his gaze, catching a glimpse of Li Wei’s knees.

The teasing voice of Li Wei reached his ears, “Can you see the signs of my full commitment?”

Foles laughed out loud, nodding in affirmation, “That proves you weren’t lying.”

Li Wei slightly tightened his lips, looked at Foles earnestly again, “It was my honor to fight alongside you till the very last moment tonight.”

Foles felt a heavy thud in his chest.

Li Wei said, “Everyone calls us shooting stars, bursting out from the crevices of rocks, just a season’s brief shine, fleeting, and possibly unseen next season.”

“But!”

“They don’t get to decide that, right?”

“Last time we met, Carson and I made a promise to look forward to our next match on the field, which sadly didn’t happen; but tonight, we still managed a challenge, a breakthrough, with no regrets.”

“So, can I look forward to our next encounter with the Philadelphia Eagles?”

Next season?

Foles’ thoughts slowly unfolded like tea leaves in hot water:

When Li Wei and the Philadelphia Eagles meet again, the opposing quarterback could be Wentz or Foles, anything is possible.

Clearly, Li Wei was aware of the media gossip; the words he spoke were both an encouragement and an anticipation, standing at the conclusion of a fierce collision, issuing a challenge once more, not only looking forward to meeting again but also aspiring to grow together, to prove themselves through their actions.

In that instant, passion surged immensely.

Foles involuntarily stood straighter, a spark of hope rekindled in his despairing eyes.

Perhaps they need to continuously prove themselves, perhaps controversy and challenges will follow them throughout their careers, but what of it?

That’s competition, that’s life.

One mountain after another stands before them, awaiting ascent and crossing; when roads end and paths are lost, unexpectedly, a new village shines through the flowers in the dark willows, at the edge of despair, clench your teeth and endure a little more, strive a little harder, and the view ahead will suddenly clear, revealing a radically different new world.

Just like this entire season, his perseverance had led them to the Super Bowl stage; and just like tonight’s Super Bowl, their persistence collided in the most spectacular contest in Super Bowl history, with Li Wei’s persistence overturning the outcome in the final moments.

Perhaps, no one understood Foles’ feelings in that moment better than Li Wei.

So—

Foles quietly straightened his back, reclaimed his confidence, and a smile blossomed on his lips, “I’m not confident, but we’ll meet again.”

One second, two seconds.

Li Wei caught on and burst into hearty laughter.

The two shook hands again, firmly, the strength from their palms was the spirit and resolve emanating from deep within their souls, burning fiercely hot.

“Li Wei, Li Wei!”

From behind, a call came.

Li Wei turned back and saw Mahomes, Kelsey, and others joyfully waving at him, signaling towards the players’ tunnel entrance, where one could see the championship team’s families entering—

And not just them, team staff were also entering, the entire stadium was transforming into Kansas City Chiefs time, the championship party atmosphere thickening, with smiles and cheers intermingling together.

Li Wei’s mood lightly soared, he turned to Foles and called out, “Looking forward to our next meeting.”

Foles cleared the gloom and shouted to the swiftly departing Li Wei, “Looking forward to our next meeting.”

This time, Li Wei didn’t look back, just waved his hand, leaving only a silhouette as he briskly walked away, merging effortlessly and quickly with Kelsey and others, amidst the rousing cheer of the Kansas City Chiefs’ players.

The atmosphere, utterly joyous.

Withdrawing his gaze, Foles felt a stare and reflexively looked back; Wentz revealed a smile, gracefully meeting Foles’ gaze.

This time, Foles didn’t look away; he looked back openly, his smile blooming—

The 52nd Super Bowl had ended, but their own battle had just begun.