Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 502
Chapter 502: 501 Li Wei time Chapter 502: 501 Li Wei time “Fans of the Kansas City Chiefs…”
Goodell’s voice, transmitted through the microphone to every corner of the U.S.
Bank Stadium, also reached every corner covered by television screens.
“The trophy you have been eagerly waiting for is here, from the distant year of 1970 to the present of 2018.
From the very first game of this regular season, you have been striving and fighting.
You have interpreted the charm of football with your unparalleled performance and have stood at the pinnacle of the world with a historic posture.”
“Now, you are the world champions!”
And then.
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Goodell handed the trophy to Clark Hunt.
The moment Hunt held the Vince Lombardi Trophy aloft, red confetti rained down from the sky, and cheers and screams filled the whole stadium, as the entire U.S.
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Bank Stadium officially entered the Kansas City Chiefs era.
From Hunt to Reed, then to Smith and Houston, one by one they stepped up, lifted the trophy, and were interviewed—the ceremony of the award presentation was indispensable.
Finally, it was Li Wei’s turn.
“Ladies and gentlemen, let’s give our applause to the 52nd Super Bowl MVP, Li!
Wei!”
Li Wei stepped forward and took the Vince Lombardi Trophy from Houston’s hands.
Then, he thrust it high into the air!
Ah, ah, ah!
The whole place was frenzied.
The entire stadium shook, and even Goodell was slightly surprised—
Before Li Wei, Hunt, Reed, and others had already gone through the same ritual, a total of four times; the fans had also cheered four times, with the energy diminishing each time, but no one expected such an explosion of enthusiasm at this moment, surpassing any of the previous occasions, the emotions that had been brewing and waiting, now burned without reserve.
Ah!
Berry roared with all his might, his eyes filled with tears, yet his smile bloomed wildly because he knew he would not give up, he knew he would keep fighting.
He was proud to be a member of the Chieftains.
They would continue to fight side by side, they would keep pushing the limits.
Ah!
Not just the U.S.
Bank Stadium, not just outside the stadium, not just the Old Oak Tavern, not just Kansas City, the entire North American continent could feel the sparks of a prairie fire spreading everywhere, even crossing the Pacific Ocean, burning fiercely on the distant Hua Xia Continent.
This trophy witnessed glory, witnessed miracles, and it witnessed history!
Li Wei, a running back.
Li Wei was the first running back since Terrell Davis in 1998, a full twenty years, to win the Super Bowl MVP.
Not only was he the first running back since the millennium to win such honor, but also only the eighth in the history of the Super Bowl.
Furthermore, Li Wei was the youngest ever Super Bowl MVP winner, the first-ever rookie to win the Super Bowl MVP, and not to mention the glory of being the first Asian-American Super Bowl MVP winner.
One by one, they were all historic firsts.
A rookie running back became the key to the Kansas City Chiefs’ transformation.
Perhaps Hunt and Reed had already showcased the Vince Lombardi Trophy; perhaps the offensive and defensive team captains had already awakened the fans’ fervor; but still, Li Wei was different.
He was unique.
Not just tonight’s Super Bowl, but throughout the season, Li Wei had won the hearts of the fans with his unparalleled performance and reinvigorated Kansas City, with all of it culminating tonight in the ultimate glory.
So, no one wanted to miss it.
A year ago, at the end of the draft, who could have anticipated this moment?
Who could have expected that the chaotic battle of the 2017 season would turn into the backdrop for Li Wei’s meteoric rise, for writing his miracle?
At this moment.
Right now.
The world was trembling for Li Wei.
And then.
The most magical, most brilliant, and most extraordinary scene in Super Bowl history unfolded.
“Li Wei!”
“Li Wei!”
Over and over again, cry after cry, like a storm.
Hunter was slightly taken aback, unable to believe the scene unfolding before his eyes, his first instinct was to turn his head towards Goodell.
Could it be that Goodell was planning to create an icon, and so had quietly orchestrated this moment?
Yet to his surprise, Goodell’s face was also filled with astonishment.
Clearly, Goodell was just as clueless.
If the League had been planning to create an icon, Goodell wouldn’t have been so blunt and impetuous.
One season wasn’t enough to turn Li Wei into a deity; it would take at least three or possibly even five seasons at minimum, not to mention another year of observation required the next year, lest they rush into things too hastily.
At this stage, Li Wei was at best just an idol, just a front man.
But then!
This moment happened.
The Li Wei moment, a moment exclusively his, a moment unprecedented and probably unrepeatable, a Super Bowl Champions award ceremony that witnessed the emergence of a hero, a legendary moment that came about not through organization or planning, but naturally.
History is often created in such ways.
Throughout the season, Goodell had been trying to build a brand new brand, a fresh topic of conversation; now it seemed, the result had exceeded expectations, yielding a full harvest.
Goodell, thoughtful, watched the scene unfold, then turned to Hunter, not only not avoiding his gaze but revealing an expression laden with deep meaning.
Hunter understood at once, his eyes sweeping across the entire venue, slowly sinking into contemplation.
“Li Wei!”
The entire place, electrified.
This wasn’t the first time Li Wei experienced such treatment; the year before last at Bryant Denny Stadium, he had an unforgettable birthday party, but the scale and spectacle of the current scene were different, as were the impact and emotion.
A smile crept onto the corners of his lips.
The whole season’s memories flashed vividly and vibrantly through his mind.
In his chest, an emotion began to stir.
“…Li Wei,” the host tried three times, all ending in failure, his hand raising the microphone, attempting to quiet the crowd so the interview could proceed, but ultimately still without success.
The host appeared somewhat helpless.
Li Wei noticed, looked over, the two exchanged glances, Li Wei’s smile blossoming fully, he spread his arms with an expression of “so popular I can’t help it, it’s so annoying,” eliciting laughter from the other person as well.
Then.
Li Wei slightly lifted his head, raised his left hand, and made a pressing-down gesture:
Quiet.
Like a conductor in front of a symphony orchestra, trying to control the entire scene.
Li Wei didn’t know if this would work, but he tried anyway; to his surprise, U.S.
Bank Stadium seemed to understand his gesture—
Little by little.
Impossibly, the noise began to quiet down.
It wasn’t dead silent, the rustling hot wave could still be heard, but the scene was indeed under control, so much so that a myriad of astonished gazes once again enveloped Li Wei.
Cough cough.
Li Wei coughed twice, putting on an air of nonchalance, but it was easy to see through the act, prompting a wave of laughter from the audience.
The host’s jaw dropped, needing the help of his left hand to snap back into place.
Swallowing a mouthful of saliva to avoid drooling, “Li Wei?
Is that the correct way to address you?”
The spotlight, thus shone down on Li Wei.
A global audience of over one hundred and fifty million was watching this moment, their gazes even hotter and more intense than the spotlight, threatening to scald his skin.
But there, Li Wei revealed a calm and collected smile, an open and confident demeanor.
“Hey, I don’t mind if you call me ‘rookie’.”
