Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1570 The Old Man and the Sea
Fournett hated Levy because Levy had opportunistically stolen the glory that should have been his; he despised Levy because the whole league said that Levy's existence had changed the status of running backs, but the cruel reality slapped Levy hard in the face, proving that the so-called leader of running backs in the league was nothing more than that.

He was completely unaware that deep down he also looked up to Li Wei, secretly hoping that Li Wei's sudden emergence could change his situation, and then blame all his troubles on Li Wei, using this as evidence to mock Li Wei's so-called leadership aura as nothing more than an empty shell.

It's all Li Wei's fault.

Just when Fournett thought he would rot and stink in a dark corner, Brady found him, like a ray of dawn shining into the darkness, extending an olive branch to him.

"Come on, let's defeat Livy together."

At that moment, Fornet truly believed that Brady was an angel, a messenger sent by God, who not only pulled him back from hell but also gave him a belief and a goal to fulfill his long-cherished wish—

An opportunity to defeat Li Wei, humiliate Li Wei, and trample Li Wei underfoot.

Fournett was willing to give his life for Brady, he was willing to burn his life to clear all obstacles for Brady, he was willing to trade his life and soul to the devil just to have a chance to step over Levi's corpse to reach the top of the Super Bowl.

Compared to Brady, Levi is nothing but an ant.

A boat, an old man, adrift alone on the vast ocean. A single wave could capsize everything and send him to his death.

People say he should retire; he has everything, he has achieved greatness and doesn't need to prove himself anymore. He should retire gracefully.

People say he should face reality: his arms are no longer strong, his legs are becoming increasingly clumsy, and he cannot defeat the young and vigorous Livy.

People say he's overrated, that the New England Patriots' success stems from Bilicek, and that he just happened to be there at the right time—not just bystanders, but the New England Patriots' owners, management, and fans all think so. They believe that without Bilicek, he would revert to his old self, becoming the ugly duckling with terrible physique and poor management he was in the draft years ago.

People say that his trip to Tampa Bay was merely a last resort; he had no chance of winning the championship and might even squander the reputation he had built up over the past two decades. It was a struggle destined to end badly, ultimately just a result of his pride and unwillingness to accept defeat.

People say he's just playing for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers to retire, aiming to break a series of passing records set by Big Manning and Brice, and to make his mark on history by padding his stats, but he'll never earn the league's respect and the fans' love like Big Manning did.

However, the old man refused to bow his head and refused to admit defeat.

A person can be destroyed but not defeated.

He knew that none of those rumors and gossip were true. He wasn't just clinging to life; he wasn't there to prove he could still "barely" keep fighting; he wasn't there to pad his stats. He joined the Tampa Bay Pirates to win.

Tampa Bay, a team that has been dormant for many years, is like a lone boat.

It has power, but it has lost its way; it has potential, but it lacks conviction, and he is the one who comes to take the helm.

He didn't come here to play one or two more seasons; he came here to win the Super Bowl, he came here to challenge fate.

Like that old man.

He rowed his dilapidated little boat alone out to sea to chase the largest marlin of his life.

Everyone said he was too old to catch anything anymore and should stay on shore and accept defeat, but he still rowed out to the ocean, across familiar waters, and sailed all the way to the deep sea.

Because he knew he could still fight; rugby was still in his bones.

The big fish is there, but it won't take the bait easily, nor will it be easily conquered. It will tire, it will get hurt, its body will constantly warn it that time is no longer on its side; but none of this is a reason to give up, much less a reason to bow down, admit defeat, and surrender. Failure is not the final outcome; giving up is.

This time, for the last time, the ocean stretched out before him, a storm was imminent, but he did not retreat, nor did he show any fear.

Enduring hardship and humiliation, they silently recruited soldiers and gathered a group of victims with shared hatred and shame, united as one, and strode confidently into the stormy sea, ready to overturn this battle that seemed to have a predetermined outcome.

He, Tom Brady, is ready—

Come on, fate, let's fight one more time!
This is the Brady who truly possesses the qualities of a leader, a king who is absolutely incomparable to a petty thief like Levi.

JJ Watt is a fool, blinded by his own loyalty and emotions. He couldn't see that Gronkowski was willing to give up retirement and make a comeback for Brady, nor could he see that Brady was willing to lend a helping hand to Brown who was misunderstood and framed, nor could he see Brady's indomitable fighting spirit in refusing to surrender.

He rejected Brady, rejected the opportunity to reach the top of the championship and achieve greatness, and instead embarked on the shabby boat of that embroidered pillow shameless villain Levi. Those flashy honors and titles clouded his mind. Although he was an excellent player on the field, he was a good-for-nothing off the field.

However, he, Fornet, would not.

Brady had the courage and determination to overturn everything and start over; did Levi have that?
No, he doesn't think so.

He was rational and mature enough to see through Li Wei's hypocrisy and fragility, as well as his bluffing and despicable shamelessness.

Not only that, in the upcoming season, he will let everyone in the league see the truth, rip off Levi's mask, and shatter the Kansas City Chiefs' dream of a four-peat; he will take concrete actions to get everything back on track, Levi out, Brady back in, and the league order back to normal.

There were no media interviews or reporters asking questions, but Fornet was destined to speak when he arrived in Tampa Bay.

"I came for the championship."

"We will win the Super Bowl. We will beat Levi. We are the champions."

"Tom Brady! GOAT!"

Really impressive!

The news media were all stunned, staring dumbfounded at Fornett, whose eyes were filled with fanaticism, looking like madmen who had strayed into the Shoe Cult.

Antonio Brown nodded repeatedly in support of Fournett.

Although they are not friends, or even know each other at all, they share the same enemy, and that is enough.

Back in his Pittsburgh Steelers days, he and Levi didn't get along; later, Bell left, and he fell out with Roslisberger, and the trigger for all of this was Levi.

In other words, if it weren't for Levi, the Pittsburgh Steelers wouldn't have fallen to this point, and Antonio Brown wouldn't be in this situation either.

So let Li Wei die.

"Yes. Defeat Levi. Our season goal is to shut up all the Levi fans in the league. I can't stand that self-righteous and hypocritical face. It's disgusting."

Li Wei: ? ? ?
(End of this chapter)