Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1257 Crazy
Belichick: …

Edelman: ...

They stared at each other, gritting their teeth, and there was only a buzzing sound in their brains. Inside and outside the scene, they witnessed the disaster unfolding before their eyes. Before they could realize it, they were sucked into the black hole storm by the rift in space and time.

The world stopped turning, and an unexpected accident turned the situation upside down.

Total subversion.

Until I found my voice in the live broadcast room, "Intercept!"

One word, three syllables, but it explodes energy between lips and teeth.

As our eyes exchanged, the shock and impact overwhelmingly destroyed all our rationality, and it took a beat longer for us to realize what this meant.

Transition of possession!

Mighty, vigorous, and comprehensive explosion!
"God, interception!"

"Kansas City Chiefs cornerback Breeland intercepted Brady's 35-yard pass to Edelman, ending this powerful matchup early with less than 100 seconds left in the game!"

"Incredible!"

"This scene is simply... incredible!"

"What on earth are we witnessing!"

Shocked, impacted, the whole audience was excited.

Everyone in the live broadcast room was in shock.

After halftime, the New England Patriots were unfortunately struck out. At that time, the Kansas City Chiefs' offensive team was attacking with great momentum and was about to break the deadlock. At the critical moment, the New England Patriots' defensive team stepped forward, Gilmore and the Zhong family teamed up to fight, and almost completed an interception.

Just a little bit.

Because at the critical moment, Levi performed the amazing "Air Jordan one-handed catch", and the impact brought by the incredible footwork control has not dissipated.

With this stunning touchdown, the Kansas City Chiefs pushed the New England Patriots to the brink of the cliff.

At this moment, a familiar situation was played out again with one position reversed. Once Brady and Edelman completed the connection, the game might be completely different. However, at the crossroads of fate, Breeland's sudden emergence once again overturned the situation and completely cut off the New England Patriots' chances of survival.

Overturn the situation once, turn the world around once, and strangle the throat just like that.

In the past few years, facing stalemate, deadlock and crisis, the goddess of luck has always been on the side of the New England Patriots.

In Super Bowl XLIX, the Seattle Seahawks had a chance to win the game at the one-yard line in front of the end zone, but the New England Patriots won the game with an interception.

In Super Bowl 3, the Atlanta Falcons were leading at 28: before the third quarter, and were still in the lead even with nine minutes left in the fourth quarter, but the New England Patriots won with a buzzer beater in overtime.

Once, twice, three times.

Gradually, people have become accustomed to the fact that the combination of Belichick and Brady can always create miracles in desperate situations, get the favor of the goddess of luck, and have the last laugh after escaping death. In the fiercely competitive NFL, they have reached the top five times in fifteen years, and are only one step away from the highest record of six championships in the history of the Pittsburgh Steelers, establishing an unprecedented dynasty in the league.

However, standing in front of the Kansas Chief, the goddess of luck seemed to choose Levi.

Tonight is no exception.

Everything has been planned and prepared. As long as Edelman catches the ball, the comeback directed by Belichick and starring Brady will be staged. Gillette Stadium will witness the miracle of the New England Patriots again, and the entire league will prostrate itself in worship before them.

As a result, a gentle breeze and a slight push from Breland turned the balance of fate upside down.

This bloody match was far more exciting than expected, and it just grabbed the throats of all the audience, including the live broadcast room.

Admiration and shock, astonishment and cheers spread across social networks in a mighty manner, erupting with volcanic energy and beginning to shake the earth.

However, on the court, the players are still concentrating and focusing.

Edelman held Breeland tightly, his hands slapping in Breeland's arms, trying to disrupt possession and regain the ball.

Breland held his breath, refusing to let go—

No, it's not over!

Not only does he have to steal the ball, but he also has to return the ball. He must continue to waste playing time. How far the return is is not the point. The key point is to waste time bit by bit and push Gillette Stadium into an endless abyss. They are ready to end the game now!
Collision, retreat, scuffle.

The two men struggled on the spot, stumbling and falling, and both of them lost their balance and retreated at the same time. Edelman was about to lose his balance and fall to the ground. He unwillingly pulled Breeland and fell into the end zone, ready to die together.

Breeland's heart sank, and the image of Levi catching the ball with one hand flashed through his mind, and a burst of energy burst out from deep in his dantian again.

Courage, perseverance, faith, all burning.

With a kick, a swing, a sideways roll, a 360-degree flip, he suddenly shook off Edelman, supported the ground with his left hand to avoid landing on his knees and buttocks, stood up again, and staggered back with the ball.

Tap, tap.

Breeland's stumbling steps had almost no speed and strength, but he continued to move forward between left and right, and the New England Patriots' offensive group was completely dumbfounded.

The Kansas Chiefs are all crazy, a bunch of crazy people.

That madness was violently sweeping across the entire Gillette Stadium, and even the Fox Castle in December had to subside in the face of this storm.

Standing in the pocket, Brady's heart rose high along the parabola of the pass and then crashed heavily into the ground as Breeland made a horizontal interception.

Torn apart, curled up into a ball, unable to breathe.

Brady stood there in a daze, like a statue, unable to move. His mind was blank, and only a buzzing sound was stretching in his eardrums.

How did all this happen?
It's over? So, is it over?
Then, Brady saw that Breeland was still running and attacking, while the New England Patriots' offensive players were standing there stupidly like a pile of wooden stakes, not moving at all. This scene ignited Brady's despair and anger at the same time, and he roared and screamed uncontrollably.

"catch him!"

The anger spread violently.

"Fuck! Catch him!"

His lungs were almost about to explode, and hoarse, rough sounds exploded continuously like thunder, but it was still not enough and was far from enough to calm the anger in his chest.

Brady had completely lost his mind and rushed out without caring about anything.

Pushing the ground, running, sprinting——

At this moment, the GOAT quarterback had only Breeland in his mind. All his anger, resentment, and frustration were vented towards Breeland. He no longer cared about anything else. It seemed that as long as he stopped Breeland, he could save his face and his career.

An incredible scene occurred at Gillette Stadium.

Brady, who has been known for his poor footwork throughout his career, rolled up his sleeves and charged at a cornerback like a bull.

Is Brady...crazy?

(End of this chapter)