What appears within sight is a golden ocean, a unique golden ocean!
The golden light surging over the red ocean is like bright sunlight falling on the surface of the boundless ocean, covering a layer of hazy and bright golden halo, rising and falling with the gentle surging of the waves. Even the mirages are eclipsed. Just the purest sunshine and sea have shown the miracle of nature to the extreme, and all languages and all emotions are completely condensed.
The majestic vitality contained in the golden halo is soft and hot, tough and tensile, powerful and vigorous. People can faintly glimpse the mystery of the ocean that gave birth to all life, and they can't help but want to worship.
This is a sea of red. This is also a golden ocean. This is still the ocean of life.
"Fight! Keep fighting!"
At this moment, Ryan was sitting in front of the TV, quietly watching the magnificent scene. Even if you are not immersed in the scene, you can still feel the smart and vast magnificence through the screen, which is lighting up the entire Candlestick Stadium in a mighty way. Such a grand occasion is so beautiful that people can't help but worship it.
Standing in the corner of the ward, Jonathan turned his head in embarrassment and looked at the vast green garden outside the window. He kept rubbing his eyes, trying to hide his tearful embarrassment, but his red eyes betrayed his inner feelings. His true emotions, the happiness and excitement, bitterness and sorrow deep in his eyes are constantly surging.
Ryan did not shed tears, and the smile on his lips bloomed brightly, "Jonathan, look, those are nine people, those are my friends, those are my comrades. They are always by my side. , they always fight side by side with me, I am not alone, I have never been alone, do you think so?"
"Yes. Yes!" Jonathan nodded awkwardly. He tried to say something more, but in the end he was still speechless and could only keep repeating the affirmative answer. God, he must look like a fool right now.
This is the San Francisco 49ers, the team they have dedicated their lives to.
Some people say that fans are a group of unreasonable idiots. They can cry for a game, or they can cheer for a game; they can give everything for a team, or spend a lot of money for a team; they can You can cry for a victory, or you can never forget a piece of history.
But they are the simplest, purest and friendliest group of people in the world. They integrate everything with the team. It is not just a team, not just a sport, not just a team. It's just a game, that's where their soul weight lies, that's where their spiritual essence lies.
A team defines a group of people.
I’m talking about these cutest fans in the world. "Football has nothing to do with life and death, football is higher than life and death." This sentence also applies to every fan of other sports. They bloom like moths into the flame, lighting up a beacon in the long river of life. , guiding myself to sprint forward tirelessly, and sprint again.
The same is true for Ryan and Jonathan for the San Francisco 49ers.
And today, they once again felt the excitement deep in their souls:
This is them, fighting endlessly! never give up! Keep it up! Even if they clearly know that the outcome is destined to be a failure, they will never surrender, but fight to the end, until the last drop of blood in their bodies is burned, until the moment the oil runs out, they will hold their heads high. Raise your head, embrace your own ending with pride and pride.
Ryan stared at the vast and bright red-gold ocean in front of him, turned his head, looked at his extremely embarrassed brother, and laughed happily, "Jonathan, look, they are fighting now, they are heading towards The Super Bowl is approaching, and they are now waiting for me to join them. This is our season, this is my season, and I can't wait to join them now! Our battle is not over yet, right? Not yet It’s not over yet!”
Jonathan turned his head and looked at the rejuvenated Ryan, but he couldn't help but think of the fireworks, which bloomed wildly and crazily before withering, and then disappeared sadly, completely dissipating into the night.
But... at least it bloomed, right?
So Jonathan showed a big smile and said, "This is our year!"
"This is our year!" Ryan also shouted. His pronunciation was still not accurate, and his voice was still not clear, but it had no effect at all. He just clenched his fists with all his strength. , followed the cheers on the TV and shouted together, "Fight! Keep fighting!"
He will not give up, he will not compromise, and he will not surrender.
Even if the end of this road is destined to be death, at least he can still choose whether to give up on himself and die in gloom, or to bravely and strongly embrace life in the light. Like summer flowers, after blooming wantonly, they wither vigorously and fall into the soil, waiting for the coming of spring again.
This is the spirit of the San Francisco 49ers!
He is still waiting to witness the day when the San Francisco 49ers return to the Super Bowl throne! How could he miss it?
Jonathan also raised his right fist high and shouted in unison, "Fight! Keep fighting!"
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Outside the hospital window, you can clearly see large swaths of bright golden sunlight surging. Doctors and nurses are coming and going, patients and visitors are coming in and out, and everyone has a touch of sunshine on their cheeks. The smile, that exuberant vitality reappeared in the hospital for a long time, rolling slowly in the air.
San Francisco General Hospital is just the tip of the iceberg.
Candlestick Stadium can only accommodate 70,000 spectators, and the capacity of Candlestick Park is relatively limited. For San Francisco, a city with a population of 800,000, that piece of land simply cannot accommodate all nine people.
Above Union Square, more than a thousand spectators gathered bustlingly. Facing the large screen on the outer wall of Macy's Department Store, they were raising their right fists high, and the golden balloons were surging together.
On the streets and alleys of Castro District, bars and coffee houses have become overcrowded. Countless spectators have left their homes and gathered together, holding up their golden accessories and saying hello friendly and enthusiastically.
On the open space of Fisherman's Wharf, golden flags, golden signs, and golden ribbons were fluttering in the wind. The line of sight was already filled with people. A radio broadcast signal came from the high-altitude loudspeaker, calling Candlestick Stadium. Communicate clearly and accurately.
In "Joe's Bar", the door is wide open, and all the fans have gathered together. From the bar to the street, the entire block has become a sea of carnival. A glass of beer and a support scarf are enough. , all fans will open their arms and welcome everyone to join.
Looking out with Candlestick Stadium as the center, the entire Bay Area is surging with the same golden ocean. Not only the stadium and neighborhoods, but also in the streets and alleys, in department stores and brand flagship stores, the pictures on the TV screens and the live broadcasts on the radio Signals are intertwined and intertwined, filling every corner everywhere.
The whole city has entered a state of oblivion. Only today did people realize for the first time how many Nine people live on this land.
It's just the warm-up period before the game starts, but the moment of cohesion that belongs to San Francisco and the Bay Area has truly arrived.
The mighty and vigorous chants of support continued to echo in the Candlestick Stadium. The golden sea was so dazzling and hot that people could not open their eyes. This was extremely rare in the entire league and in the entire history. The scene is one that has never been seen before.
In the studio, neither Teddy nor Kirk spoke, and both of them remained quiet.
They tried to say something, because this was their job, to use words to describe the situation at the scene and bring the audience into the atmosphere of the game; but after trying, they realized that any words were feeble and any explanation It's all in vain, the only thing that needs to be done is:
Shut up, be still, watch, feel.
Until today, they finally felt the soul of the San Francisco 49ers. Like giants standing tall, they stood up completely from their knees, carrying the vast sky on their shoulders. Little by little, he straightened his waist, and his tall and majestic body was creating a new world.
Even the Green Bay Packers, even the New England Patriots, even the Seattle Seahawks, even the Pittsburgh Steelers, among all the teams in the NFL, they have never seen such a scene, which firmly held the entire city. The earth coalesces together, reawakening the passion and excitement deep in the blood.
No one is exempt.
The charm of competitive sports has truly reached its peak at this moment. It is so beautiful that people are moved. Even their mortal enemies can't help but open their mouths slightly and witness everything in front of them with dumbfounded eyes. The envy and jealousy deep in their hearts can't be suppressed. Students, this is the reason why they love sports so much, this is the reason why they are crazy about it.
God, at this moment, the "Nine" are like totems, bestowing divine light and lighting up the entire North American continent. The shock and emotion slowly surged in my mind, and the charm and magic of competitive sports were fully demonstrated at this moment. This is the most beautiful and touching explanation.
That piece of golden ocean is so vast and vast, that piece of golden light is so dazzling and so bright, it stirs up endless echoes like huge waves hitting rocks:
fighting. Endless.
