Patrick Peterson sat on the bench next to the court and quietly stared at the field in front of him.
The players of the San Francisco 49ers and Arizona Cardinals have already left the stadium, and most of the home fans have also left one after another. There are still a few fans and spectators left in the stands, sitting there in despair.
There was no anger or sadness, it was lifeless, and there was no sense of any life at all. The raging wind brought up large goose bumps on the surface of the skin, and I couldn't help but shiver.
How did this happen?
Patrick tried to figure out the ins and outs of the entire game. Even if the two teams were in different states now, the score would not be so far apart. This was a complete massacre, a crushing massacre, and even a river of blood would not be enough. To describe the situation at today's game.
But he failed. His brain was blurry and chaotic. The only fragments of his memory about the game were fragmented. He could not completely organize them, let alone recall the direction of the entire game coherently. It was like... just like in the boxing championship. In the battle for supremacy, after the opponent comes on the field, there will be a burst of heavyweight combination punches, and then all memories disappear.
He looked down at his jersey, No. 21, but for the first time he felt that he was not worthy of this jersey.
As the fifth overall pick in the first round of last year's draft, Peterson, who played as a cornerback, delivered a good answer in his rookie season. Although his playing time was relatively limited, he was still one of the best among all rookie defensive players. One of the most outstanding players in the game, besides Von Miller, JJ Watt, and Aldon Smith, then there is him——
Patrick Peterson.
He is not as flamboyant or arrogant as Richard Sherman, but he always believes that he is qualified and capable to become the best cornerback in the league, even when facing the passes of the four elite quarterbacks. Stage fright, let alone a rookie quarterback?
Last season, his first confrontation with Lu Ke proved this. Two interceptions became a turning point in the game. In the end, the Cardinals also defeated the 49ers on the road, breaking their unbeaten record at home this season.
The undrafted rookie quarterback was not as good as the legend said. He had never worried about this. He always believed that he could beat the opponent. He always believed that he was the better player. Sure enough, the game The process and results also proved his conjecture. Everything is magnified countless times after being exaggerated by the media. They must go through water and water again before they can capture the truth of the facts.
Everything is so beautiful.
The fragments of those memories reappeared in my mind, and the smile on my lips couldn't help but rise; but the focus was refocused, and I once again saw the desolation and loneliness of the chicken feathers on the scene, and the coldness of reality invaded. How sweet the memories are, the reality is Doubly bitter, so much so that the smile becomes painful.
Above the stadium stands, the huge score board is still flashing, like the neon lights that are becoming more and more charming under the night, and it continues to flicker on and off, left and right in the slowly shrouding navy blue sky. That set of data was so conspicuous and bright that it stung the eyes.
"0:55".
A seemingly meaningless set of numbers flashed coldly and mechanically, but like a pile driver, it hit Patrick's heart hard again and again, almost making him breathless.
Lu Ke Lu Ke Lu Ke Lu Ke Lu Ke Lu Ke...
The name continued to collide between his lips and teeth, and a breath of blood burst out without warning. Then Patrick slowly realized that he had bitten the inner wall of his mouth, and the smell of blood overflowed. But he still couldn't vent his inner shame and embarrassment.
How did this happen?
Patrick still had no answer, so he stood up dejectedly and left the court with heavy steps.
"Peterson! Disgrace! Today is a disgrace!"
"55, Peterson, have you seen it? 55, are you going to get a tattoo on your back to remind you of the final score of this game all the time?"
"It's embarrassing! This is really embarrassing!"
"You should be ashamed of yourself!"
"What are you doing today? Sleepwalking? Hell, even that damn Richard Sherman is better than you!"
When the footsteps reached both sides of the tunnel, the fans' anger pierced through like a sharp sword, harshly rubbing salt on Patrick's wound.
Originally, Patrick was not prepared to fight back, but just suffered it silently, which was what he deserved; but the moment he heard Sherman's name, he immediately became furious, "Get out! Get away! Don't compare me with that clown." !”
"Then do your job well!"
"Shame! Complete shame!"
"Shut up, if you're angry, just perform well on the court!"
The fans refused to give in, and the aggressive curses poured down like a torrential rain. Patrick couldn't help but clenched his fists, and an impulse came to his mind to pump his fists and step forward, but in the end he suppressed it and left quickly. In the players tunnel, he left the stadium angrily and walked toward the parking lot.
Along the way, scattered fans could be seen slowly leaving the stadium, but this time, Patrick's arrival did not cause any conflicts or commotion. The fans were like walking zombies, walking in silence and dejection, as if they were carrying out a silent ceremony. The oppressive and dull atmosphere of practice is suffocating.
Suddenly, Patrick looked back in the direction of the court, recalling the angry fans just now.
At least, those people are still angry, they are still alive; but the fans in front of them have lost their energy, and they don't even have the strength to get angry.
Patrick tried to say something, or to vent something, but the powerlessness deep in his heart kept dragging his ankles down. The drowning-like feeling was really too oppressive and painful. After all, it was still I couldn't say anything, so I could only quickly return to my car, start the engine, and step on the accelerator. There was only one thought left in my mind:
leave.
Escape this cemetery of the living dead quickly.
The entire carriage was eerily silent, with no sound at all. This was another kind of torture.
Patrick couldn't understand himself anymore. The fans were irritable when they were angry, and they were irritable when the fans were silent. A little anger, in addition to being irritated, is still irritating.
The radio finally turned on.
"...Sizz, sizzle...For the Arizona Cardinals, this is undoubtedly one of the most painful losses in the history of the team..."
The radio program was also summarizing today's game. Patrick's first reaction was to change the channel or turn it off, but his raised right hand couldn't help but pause. After hesitating for a moment, he still didn't adjust and allowed the host's voice to continue to flow. come out.
"Not only because of the score, but also because of the mental state. In this game, the Arizona Cardinals didn't see any fighting spirit at all. It's not that the team didn't work hard, but that all the team's tactics, all means, and all strategies were at a disadvantage. , which made both our offense and defense look like a mess.”
"I know it sounds like I'm pretending to be smart now, but looking back at the end of the game, from the first wave of offense, the San Francisco 49ers, who showed absolute victory/desire/desire, dominated the game and won. It never escaped their control, and they did the same later.”
"They have a better state, a better mentality, better willpower and execution, so the result of this game is not surprising."
"This is indeed a painful loss. But the question left for us now is: four consecutive losses after four consecutive wins, are we still in the playoffs? Going to Candlestick Stadium at the end of the season to face the San Francisco 49ers Do we still have the faith and will to defeat our opponents? Do we still have the confidence to win after being in trouble?"
"Does the absence of Kevin Kolb really have such a big impact? The current Arizona Cardinals are definitely not the team that defeated the New England Patriots in the second week of the regular season."
"We must realize that the San Francisco 49ers are our mortal enemies in the same district, and they will never show mercy; of course, we don't need them to show mercy, because victory must be won by ourselves."
"Last year, we broke the San Francisco 49ers' home undefeated record, and they picked themselves up and beat them at our home twice in a row; now, how do we respond? How do we respond? What? The shame of '0:55' is still deeply imprinted on our heads even ten or twenty years later. Are we just going to let it go?"
"Every year, we will play at least two games against the San Francisco 49ers, and the decision on how the future should go is in our own hands."
Patrick felt the raging anger in his chest again. He held down the speaker tightly, and then roared crazily in the noise, "Ah! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" Putting all the grievances and all the suppression away , all the depression is vented, he needs anger, he needs to feel anger, because at this moment, anger is the driving force to move forward.
Patrick's actions attracted the attention of the police car, which sounded its siren and asked Patrick to pull over.
Patrick slowly parked the car on the side of the road, and then waited for the traffic police to appear, "Oh... Hey, Patrick, why is it you? I thought it was a gangster, what happened just now?"
"Nothing, I'm just saying, we need to cheer up, we need to vent; I'm just saying, the San Francisco 49ers are a bitch! Next time we meet, fight until death! So, my emotions are a little out of control, I'm sorry ..." Patrick said all his inner thoughts sincerely.
The traffic policeman was stunned for a moment, then he clenched his fists and cheered, "Yes, that's it! Until we die! Until we die!"
Deadly enemies in the same district, the conclusion is sealed!
