Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1509 Ruthless
Embarrassed. Cowardly. Awkward. Trembling.

Garoppolo felt like vomiting and his stomach was churning. He didn't expect to be so miserable, but what was worse was that even the strength of shame and anger had been shattered in the storm.

The cheers and celebrations coming from the sidelines were like slaps in Garoppolo's face, mocking his embarrassment and humiliating his embarrassment. Although the game continued, the San Francisco 49ers seemed unable to pose any threat, like a juggling clown.

Sack by Frank Clark.

So, three gears and fourteen codes.

The miraculous glory of the San Francisco 49ers is gradually fading away in the face of the Kansas City Chiefs' relentless focus and dedication.

Shanahan had to use his last timeout, desperately trying to wake Garoppolo up via the intercom as the game clock quickly slipped away.

"Focus, Jimmy. Focus."

"The future is yours, don't limit yourself to the present, we should look to the future and let tonight be a lesson. Now is the time to accumulate learning."

"Hail Mary, you hear me? We're going to try a Hail Mary."

Hail Mary, to outsiders, this was the San Francisco 49ers' desperate attempt to save face, just to avoid a more ugly and embarrassing defeat.

But Shanahan knows that the real purpose of the Hail Mary is to cheer Garoppolo up. Tonight's Super Bowl is over, there is no miracle and no hope; however, this is just a setback for the San Francisco 49ers on the road to becoming a championship team. They need to look to the future.

Failure is a blow, but it can also be a turning point, an opportunity for growth and transformation.

Only in this way will they not miss the opportunity again when they wait to return to the Super Bowl next time.

So, they can't give up.

"Jimmy. Focus on yourself. Prove yourself."

In a hurry, Shanahan gritted his teeth, grasped Garoppolo's collapsing faith and will in a few words, and then quickly arranged the tactics -

That's all he can do.

In competitive sports, there are many things coaches can do, but the one thing they cannot do is play in the game. They can talk a lot on the sidelines before the game, but in the end, the players still have to face the confrontation, competition and challenges on their own.

Now, the turning point of Garoppolo's career is before him. It has nothing to do with winning or losing. It's all about his courage, his will, and his determination.

If Garoppolo can pull off this Hail Mary, that will be their moment to make the leap, truly complete their transformation, and even if they lose tonight, they will have won the future.

That's what Levi did.

Starting from the NCAA championship game, he has been tempered and faced challenges at the crossroads of fate time and time again. After overcoming difficulties and thorns again and again, he has grown from an ignorant layman to a superstar standing at the top of the league.

In the professional sports arena, "talent" is very important, but talent can only guide players into the league, and that's all; the rest is the most important, will, belief, courage, boldness, and countless efforts and persistence, which are the real key to reaching the top.

Garoppolo has always lived in the shadow of Brady and Levi, carrying hope and responsibility but always surrounded by doubts and criticisms. Now Garoppolo's chance to prove himself free from the shackles and emerge as a butterfly has finally appeared. Whether he is a hero or a bear is in Garoppolo's own hands.

Look at the Kansas City Chiefs, they have already started celebrating their victory. They arrogantly ignore their opponents and have become lax before the game is over. The belief that the Kansas City Chiefs have always held has begun to waver. Their arrogant attitude is an opportunity for the San Francisco 49ers.

Jimmy, please, Jimmy, please rise up!

Shanahan prayed silently.

Then, Garoppolo called the kickoff --

"attack!"

A calm and resolute voice cut through the air, and he took a steady step back, remaining calm despite the all-out front-line pass pressure from the Kansas City Chiefs.

Move, adjust, observe. Pause, judge, and strike.

In one go, Garoppolo then passed the ball.

He is not a golden boy, he is not a useless vase, he is not a decoration who relies on his looks to get ahead, he will prove himself and fight to the end.

He is not the shadow behind Brady, nor is he the clown behind Levi.

Push off the ground, turn your body, and swing your arms.

The football drew a parabola, shockingly breaking the night sky, and the thrilling flight trajectory temporarily extinguished all sounds at the scene.

Thousands of eyes were focused on the reddish-brown parabola, which rose high and fell quickly. The looks of amazement and admiration soon turned into astonishment and surprise, because there was no figure in a white jersey in the direction where the football fell, but only a hint of red.

What's going on?

Cornerback Fowler also looked confused, but he did not lose focus. He jumped up lightly and took the football easily and effortlessly.

Fowler: Did Garoppolo mistake me for Samuel?

Standing in place, the cornerback became a wide receiver, Fowler caught the football effortlessly, and Garoppolo's last pass connection of the night was finally successful. The only problem was that the pass target was wearing a red jersey.

Everything was so simple and smooth that Fowler's pace in returning the ball was a little slow and a little lazy.

boom!
Kittle rushed over and knocked Fowler down.

Fowler sat up straight and spread out his hands with an innocent look on his face: You can't blame me for being distracted, really, don't blame me!

"Intercept!"

"…interception."

"Garopolo made a fatal mistake in his defensive reading, and he sent the football directly into the arms of cornerback Fowler, extinguishing the last chance of the San Francisco 49ers."

Buck was almost choked by his own saliva. He stared at the scene in amazement, his head buzzing, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

"The game, uh, isn't over yet. The Kansas City Chiefs' offense needs to kneel down and end the game..."

Stunned, confused, shocked.

In the chaos, Garoppolo left the court like a zombie, the last ray of light in his eyes was extinguished with Fowler's interception, and he left in a hurry in a daze:

Who am I where am I what am I doing.

The stumbling steps seemed unable to bear any more strength, and would shatter and fall apart at the slightest breeze.

On the other side of the court, Levi was speechless. Mahomes and Kelce also realized that they were in trouble. They hunched their shoulders and hid in the crowd to block Levi's sight.

Kelsey tried to protest, "How do I know that guy is just a silver spoon, good-looking but useless? We gave him a Hail Mary and he couldn't even seize the opportunity..."

As he was talking, he automatically turned off the sound under Levi's gaze.
Kelsey looked up at Levi and grinned ingratiatingly, "Go on the court, professor, go on the court. It seems that the game is not over yet, hehe."

Levi was speechless, "It's good that you know."

Without saying anything more, Levi returned to the field, wet and sticky. He didn't even have time to wipe his hair, and the Kansas City Chiefs' offensive team had already completed their formation.

"attack!"

(End of this chapter)