Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 649

Chapter 649: 648 A Good Show Chapter 649: 648 A Good Show “Ah!”

“There was an unexpected incident on the field, Cincinnati Bengals’ coach Lewis seemed…”

Anxious, concerned.

After all, Lewis was already over sixty, and people couldn’t help but worry about his physical condition.

Some of the audience behind the Cincinnati Bengals’ bench at Arrowhead Stadium, who hadn’t seen the situation clearly, just saw Lewis’s body go limp and clumsily fall to the ground, even let out cries of alarm, expressing their concerns—

Even though he was an opponent, there was no need to curse him.

However.

The live TV station kindly replayed the footage, hoping to help people figure out the exact situation, and what they saw was an unbelievably bizarre scene.

“Did coach Lewis intentionally trip himself up?”

“Haha, he surely didn’t, surely he didn’t!”

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“It’s probably just his knee going weak, not supporting his body, and he accidentally fell.”

“But…”

The live director was also confused, looking at the footage without understanding, replaying it over and over, even zooming in for details, attempting to figure out exactly what had happened, repeating the footage again and again.

Like Holmes himself.

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Until NBC’s top executives made a call: stop the replays, for heaven’s sake stop the replays now, get back to the live broadcast immediately, the whole North American region is watching this, have you lost your minds?

Exposing his flaws this way, do you have a grudge against the Cincinnati Bengals?

Unfortunately, it was all too late.

People looked at each other, asking what they had just witnessed—

All of this, Lewis was unaware of—

Dizzy, his world spinning as if he were looking through a kaleidoscope.

The dream, it seemed, did not wake up.

In front of him was still Arrowhead Stadium’s tumultuous sea of red, and the glaring score “7:55” still frozen on the scoreboard.

Lewis’ mind couldn’t comprehend what was happening, couldn’t he have completely lost weight?

So—

That was when Dalton saw this and immediately came over to help, nervously grabbing Lewis’s arm, his face full of concern as he asked about the coach’s condition.

Lewis’s hazy focus finally locked onto Dalton, “Andy, punch me.”

Dalton, being a straightforward man, was stunned when he heard these words from the coach: damn, the coach has gone crazy because of the loss.

Latter on, this post-game scene became the focus of media coverage, uncovering Lewis’s scars time and again, with numerous speculations despite Lewis’s claim that he was just experiencing low blood sugar and had not managed to stand firm, but no one was buying these excuses.

In the time that followed, rumors circulated in the League that Lewis was showing early signs of Alzheimer’s; the sixty-something-year-old veteran coach was time to retire, with rumours detailed as if they had seen Lewis getting lost in his own home.

Lewis also regretted not having acted differently, now he couldn’t clear his name even if he had mouths all over his body—

Things were getting worse.

Now, it was even more reasonable and smoother for the Cincinnati Bengals to fire Lewis, they could even grant him an honorary retirement.

Fans one after another pretentiously expressed concern that Lewis’s physical condition might no longer be suitable for the high-intensity competition of the Professional League, and he should choose to retire before the situation got even uglier and dirtier.

Lewis: I’m not, I didn’t.

I didn’t, I really didn’t!

Tears eluded him.

Originally, Lewis had been a spectator enjoying the show, kicking the Kansas City Chiefs when they were down, waiting for them to stumble; yet, he hadn’t anticipated that he himself would end up the clown of a circus, delivering a magnificent performance.

The worst and most terrifying thing had ultimately happened—

This crushing defeat marked a turning point in the Cincinnati Bengals’ entire season.

After that, the Cincinnati Bengals couldn’t find their rhythm and form again, managing only a paltry two wins in the remaining season games, plummeting from a strong season start of four wins and one loss to finishing with six wins and ten losses, continuously collapsing and shattering, putting out the last glimmer of hope.

Lewis and the Cincinnati Bengals originally had a chance to bounce back to the playoffs, but the story took a different turn in the end.

After the season ended, the Cincinnati Bengals announced Lewis’ official departure from the team, but Lewis refused to retire and instead found a job at Arizona State University in the NCAA.

When Lewis left the NFL, he maintained a peculiar historical record:

He was the coach with the most wins, the most division championship seasons, and the most playoff losses among those who had never won a playoff victory.

It couldn’t be called glory, yet it didn’t seem like a disgrace either; it felt oddly unsettling.

No wonder the players at Arizona State University often saw Lewis gritting his teeth and uncontrollably waving his fists during games against the Kansas City Chiefs.

All of it stemmed from that damnable Li Wei and the Kansas City Chiefs.

Not only was Lewis shocked, but the vast network of social media users and industry professionals were also thrown into turmoil, unable to believe their own eyes—

“7:55.”

Wasn’t that score a bit too vicious?

And besides, the opponent wasn’t just any pushover.

Although some argued that maybe the Cincinnati Bengals weren’t at their best, after seeing Lewis’ bold pre-game declarations and then watching the process and outcome of the match, those voices sheepishly turned into self-serving murmurs.

Even more exaggerated, after the game ended, the vast majority of haters inexplicably shut their mouths.

You see, haters are always haters; they never shut up, no matter what the circumstances or situation, they always find a reason to harbor hatred—

If a perpetual motion machine really existed in this world, it would be the haters’ hearts of hatred.

However, this time, the hating voices on social media were briefly subdued, too shocked, too unexpected, too overwhelming to know what to say, momentarily glitching their brains, which truly underlined their astonishment and shock.

Eventually, it was the die-hard fans of the New England Patriots who came out again seeking to assert their presence, even though the game had nothing to do with them:

Look, the Cincinnati Bengals were crushed, and the score was so brutal; but the New England Patriots defeated the vicious Kansas City Chiefs, haha, the conclusion couldn’t be simpler, right?

“The New England Patriots are the champions!”

The group of fanatical fans in Foxborough were quick to proclaim their dominance, repeatedly echoing the fact that they defeated the Kansas City Chiefs, continuously reminding everyone, silencing those who criticized the Kansas City Chiefs, Li Wei, and Mahomes.

After all, anything seen through their eyes could be turned into a reminder of the New England Patriots defeating the Kansas City Chiefs—

Over and over again, and again and again.

When will it end?

Ha, not until the New England Patriots defeat the Kansas City Chiefs again.

Some cared about the Cincinnati Bengals, some supported the New England Patriots, but all this had nothing to do with the Kansas City Chiefs; they were one hundred percent focused on themselves.

To this, “Inside the League” posed an interesting discussion topic—

“After experiencing such a tough loss, had the Kansas City Chiefs truly returned to the winning track?”