For the Philadelphia Eagles, it's heaven; for the San Francisco 49ers, it's hell.
Especially this was an away game, with almost no San Francisco 49ers fans to be seen. The loneliness and loneliness felt like standing on the opposite side of the world, isolated and helpless, and the deep sense of powerlessness was overwhelming.
After three consecutive victories, the fourth consecutive victory was within easy reach. It was only one step away, but it fell short. It seemed that everyone's belief was shattered in an instant, as if they had returned to the past eight years, and failure was like a nightmare. Lingering. A team without a backbone suddenly fell apart like a piece of loose sand.
Michael Crabtree was lying on the lawn like this, as if all his strength had drained away, and he couldn't raise his energy at all. He was full of anger and annoyance, but could not vent it. He just lay quietly like this, looking at the sky above his head. The blue sky above. Then, he saw Lu Ke appearing above his head.
"A game is over, and a season is not over yet. Please, in the next game, I still need you to continue to perform well. To be honest, did you get fired today and get rid of three tackles in a row?"
Lu Ke's words made Crabtree chuckle, then he grabbed Lu Ke's right hand and stood up with a little help.
Looking into Lu Ke's dark eyes, the shining light was still full of perseverance and confidence. Crabtree could feel the heaviness and bitterness in Lu Ke's words, but there was no sense of frustration in those eyes. Involuntarily, he chuckled and patted Lu Ke's shoulder to indicate that he was fine.
Lu Ke didn't persuade him much, just gave a thumbs up, and then continued to walk forward, pulled up Justin Smith, patted Reggie Smith, hugged David Akins, and bumped into He bumped Ted Ginn's shoulder, reached out to Navarro Bowman and Aldon Smith, and hugged Chino Hachal and Mike Rupatti.
One after another, Lu Ke went to every corner of the court to comfort every teammate.
However, there were too many teammates in the entire team. Lu Ke had already circled most of the stadium, but still failed to gather all his teammates. Everyone was scattered in different positions and refused to leave for a long time; so , he waved to his friends, Logan, Marcus, Aldon, etc., motioning for them to call everyone over.
At this moment, the Lincoln Financial players are still extremely lively.
The players of the Philadelphia Eagles were running around the field, celebrating their hard-won victory with their fans wantonly; while all the players of the San Francisco 49ers formed a closed circle on the field with Lu Ke as the center. In a big circle, the quiet stadium became lively again.
The coaching staff standing next to the court preparing to retreat noticed such an abnormal sight. Jim Hubble couldn't help but frowned slightly. He looked carefully several times, but still couldn't find a clue. "What are they doing? It's even worse if they don't go back now." Why are you still staying on the court for a while?"
Craig Roman was also stunned for a moment. He had a bold guess deep in his heart, but after the guess emerged, it was more of a surprise. He looked at Kip Kleist and Vic Fange in disbelief. Ao and the others then saw similar expressions in their eyes, watching the court with interest.
Craig couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise, "Do you believe it?"
Kip didn't answer, just shrugged and spread his hands, indicating that he didn't know. However, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, the bitterness of failure gradually dissipated, and the whole person became relaxed.
"Go back, why don't you go back? You have to be interviewed by reporters next!" Jim still didn't know why, and his head was filled with questions.
"Jim." Craig patted his old partner on the shoulder, "The interview can wait. Leave the matters here to the players. We can just watch from the side."
Jim blinked, his confusion not diminishing but growing.
Similarly, Jed York, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the VIP room, was also full of doubts, "What are they doing?" Originally, he was ready to leave, but now he saw the big circle on the court; even more strangely, the coach The team members stood outside the circle and watched quietly, seemingly without any intention of interfering.
Lech Steinberg next to him showed a satisfied smile. He has never questioned his vision; but this time, he still had to be thankful that he was one step ahead of his competitors and picked this player.
"He's taking on the responsibility of being a leader," Lech said.
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"I hate failure. Believe me, no one hates failure more than me. Because for an undrafted rookie, any failure is an unbearable consequence. As for my appearance advantage, I don't want to mention it deliberately." Lu Ke deliberately raised his eyebrows, emphasizing his Chinese identity, with a hint of ridicule in his relaxation, which made people laugh, and the tense atmosphere eased a little.
Lu Ke then said, "Today, we lost the game, but we are not losers. We fought until the last moment, we persisted until the last second, tried our best to win; before the last forty-nine seconds, we reversed We took control of the game and our performance deserves a standing ovation from everyone.”
"Why did we lose the game? It was not because our performance was not good enough, but because the opponent was better. So, what we need to do now is not to be dejected or give up on ourselves, but to firmly remember this defeat and go back. Analyze the game video carefully and prepare for the next game carefully. Get back on the track of victory!"
"But now, I hope everyone can raise their heads, hold their chests high, and leave the stadium with their heads held high. We are not losers. We are entitled to enjoy the applause of the fans! Because I am all a fighter!"
Not an impassioned speech, but steady and firm words, word for word, but unquestionable. Lu Ke took the initiative to meet the eyes of his teammates and conveyed his beliefs calmly and resolutely.
In today's game, Lu Ke encountered thirteen collisions and two sacks, but he also completed three passing touchdowns and no interceptions; in last week's game, Lu Ke encountered four sack, faced a leaky pocket, and led the team to victory with three passing touchdowns.
There was also the victory in the second week, and the sweep in the first week... Also, after the fourth week of the preseason, he was appointed at a critical moment. From joining the team to playing for the first time, Lu Ke just integrated with the team. By six weeks, he had led the team to three consecutive victories, and he still fought hard to the last minute in today's defeat.
As Lu Ke said, he never gave up, he never feared or flinched, and fought with all his strength until the last moment. This was respect for his opponent and at the same time a reward for himself. Victory is the reward for hard work; failure is the motivation to continue fighting. On the field of competitive sports, he will never lower his head easily!
Looking at Lu Ke in front of me, he is neither strong nor familiar. Standing among a group of whites and blacks, he looks out of place. His time with the team was too short, and as a rookie, he has no college background to speak of. However, at this moment, his perseverance and persistence burst out into a song of blood and fire.
"Guys, I'm going to walk off this field with my head held high! And tell those reporters waiting to be interviewed, yes, we lost this game, but we're going to win the next one. Because we are warriors. !A warrior who never admits defeat and never gives up!"
Lu Ke's simple words were powerful and passionate!
Chino Hachar was the first to raise his right hand high, clenched it into a fist, and shouted loudly, "We are warriors!"
Immediately afterwards, Ted Jean also raised his right fist in the same manner, "We are warriors!" A bright and happy smile filled his face, and the sadness and bitterness gradually faded away.
Then, Mike Rupadi cursed and said vulgar words, "Hell, dog/shit!" He looked reluctant, but still raised his right fist, and then roared with all his strength, "We are him /Mom/ warrior! Let everyone go to hell!"
Then Joe Stanley, Michael Crabtree, Kyle Williams, Logan Newman, Marcus Lynch, Kendall Hunter... Gradually, all the players in the entire offensive team They all joined the ranks, and shouts of "we are soldiers" kept coming and going.
Patrick Willis and Navolo Bowman exchanged glances, and both of them burst out laughing, chuckling, and shrugging their shoulders. Willis took the lead in representing, "Whatever! We are warriors. !”
The straightforward shout made Bowman complain, "There is no strength at all. It is really an embarrassment to our defensive team. Come on, brothers, tell our quarterback, we are...?" Bowman suddenly raised his hand. With his right fist, powerful power burst out from the depths of his Dantian, roaring, "We are warriors!"
All members of the defensive team, including Parez Harrellson, raised their right hands high; including Vernon Davis and Alex Smith, everyone raised their right fists. , jumping, roaring, and roaring on the spot, and the passionate cheers and shouts firmly tied the entire team together.
At this moment, they are like a real team, united and working together.
Braylon Edwards stood in the crowd, looked around furtively, and glanced at Colin Kaepernick who was hiding behind the crowd. After making sure that Kaepernick couldn't see him, he also raised his right hand. , then hesitantly shouted, "We are soldiers!" As he shouted, his emotions rose and his blood boiled.
It was a tragic loss. In the last two minutes, we experienced a buzzer-beater and a counter-killer, from hell to heaven and back to hell. The ups and downs of the plot almost made people have a heart attack; but for the San Francisco 49ers, this is the regular season. The most important game since its inception.
Because, they finally found each other and embraced each other.
This team, which went through a major purge in the offseason, has taken the most important and solid step on the road to reconstruction.
