In the nearly fifty years since the league entered the Super Bowl era, there have been two games with the largest margin of victory in which an opponent was shutout. One was on December 4, 1976, when the Los Angeles Rams shutout the Atlanta Falcons; Another time was on October 18, 2009, when the New England Patriots shut out the Tennessee Titans. The final score of both games was "59:0".
Now, this record is officially dead.
The San Francisco 49ers defeated the Tampa Bay Buccaneers in the Raymond James locker room with a score of "0:61". This not only broke the Super Bowl era record jointly held by the Los Angeles Rams and the New England Patriots; even in the Super Bowl In the previous era, it was second only to the "73:0" game when the Chicago Bears defeated the Washington Redskins - that was already far away in 1940.
Needless to say, this is Yichen Kill!
Generally speaking, unless it is a mortal enemy in the same district, very few games will be fought to the death. If the victory is already certain, then the fourth quarter of the game will often not be all-out attack, but will focus on consuming time. On the one hand, it is for insurance reasons. Avoiding continuous risky attacks that would lead to capsizing in the gutter, it instead gives the opponent a good opportunity to overtake; on the one hand, there is no need to make the score too ugly, because we are from the same alliance after all.
Therefore, the single-game passing touchdown record for quarterbacks in league history has always been maintained at seven. Is it because Peyton Manning, Drew Brees and others do not have the ability to break the record? Of course not, it was a common courtesy - after seven touchdowns, victory was almost certain. They stopped after passing the seventh touchdown, and even gave up. This allowed the record to be fixed on the number "seven".
But today's Lu Ke is not like this.
Even entering the fourth quarter, he was still like a cold-blooded killer, going all out, advancing the offense step by step, humiliating the sensitive nerves of the opponent's defense team again and again, so that the other team's defensive team members wanted to give up the game and escape from hell. Even the analysts and commentators couldn't bear it. The bloody scene was so bloody that it was hard to watch. The large number of fans who left the scene early could not shake Lu Wei's cold-blooded eyes at all.
At the post-match press conference, Lu Ke immediately became the target of criticism, "The opponent has almost given up the game, but you are still insisting on attacking. Such behavior is really too cruel. Didn't you take sportsmanship into consideration?" ?"
For the rare moment, Lu Ke's face lost his smile, and his calm eyes made people shudder, "Cruelty? God, do you need me to tell you what cruelty is?"
"They sent our defensive team captain off the field in a nasty and despicable way, and then pretended that nothing had happened. When they took a breath, no one even expressed condolences to us, let alone an apology. This is called cruel {because they Selfishly using violent defensive methods to injure players, the punishment they endured was just being ejected, but Patrick may have to ruin his entire career. This is called cruelty. Trick persisted throughout the season and paid his dues. We have worked hard to lead our team forward with countless sweat and blood, but now because of a shameless villain who 'failed to stop the car', we may have to say goodbye to the game forever. This is cruel!"
"Let me tell you, you guys who think you are the uncrowned king, don't try to stand on the moral high ground and tell me how to play. Using words like 'cruelty' and 'sportsmanship' requires us to sacrifice countless days and nights of hard work and The efforts of our team members to say 'I can't bear it' will ruin the persistence and hard work of our team!"
"When you stand here to cry grievances for them, and when you stand here to accuse us, do you really understand what happened to us? I just let them lose an insignificant game in the main charge. They are already doomed. Missed the playoffs, right? So what did they lose? Sixty-one points? Well, it was only sixty-one points, but it cost us the captain of our defensive team. Is that fair? Why didn't anyone come and compete with us? Let me talk about it, is this fair? Is it a good deal?"
"answer me!"
"Which one of you can answer me!"
Lu He punched the podium hard, and the thunder-like sound echoed throughout the press conference hall, but no reporter dared to look Lu Ke in the eyes, let alone ask questions, so the entire scene became silent. The slowly spreading silence made my heart begin to sink slowly.
Lu Qiu stared at the reporters in front of him with wide eyes, "Uncrowned kings, answer me!"
Anger burst out in a steady stream, suppressed and suppressed, controlled and controlled. Even though he had just completed the Yichen Killing Competition, he still couldn't calm down Lu Quexin's anger!
Normally, Lu Min would have countless ways to make things difficult for reporters by asking questions; but today, he didn't want to, and he just confronted the reporter head-on tit for tat.
"Aren't you the best at asking questions and answering them? Well, I have a question now: You just mentioned professional ethics, so who can explain to me what professional ethics in rugby is! I will go all out to complete the game. , before the final whistle of the game, he still devoted himself to the game, but he was called without professional ethics, so what does it mean to deliberately collide with the opponent during the game and cause the opponent to be injured?"
"In a professional game, the unscrupulous behavior of injuring an opponent with the purpose of injuring an opponent, in which professional sport can it be called a professional and ethical behavior? Can anyone remind me? Boxing? Wrestling? Or a killing game? !”
"In today's press conference, no one blamed the player who maliciously hurt others and committed the ugly foul. No one cared about the players who were undergoing examination in the hospital, but they pointed the finger at me who completed the game seriously? Why? Just because I didn't show mercy. Just accuse me of not having professional ethics. What kind of professional ethics is this? Who can tell me!"
"What about the work ethics of you uncrowned kings? Are they all eaten by dogs?"
"Don't you need to be opinion leaders who monitor and guide public opinion? Don't you need to be social observers who supervise the fair and equitable conduct of competitive sports? But now why am I the target of your attacks? Who can tell me, Why? You are curious about why, and I am also curious about why! Why are players who maliciously hurt others not punished? Why does no one care about Patrick's injury? Why is a player's career less than a '61:0' Is it important? Why is our effort throughout the season not as important as a team’s first-team profit? Why? Who can answer me, why!”
It is so loud that it is deafening and enlightening.
Lu Mian was angry, extremely angry. Entering his third year in the professional league, he did not lose control when faced with doubts. He did not lose control when faced with discrimination. He also did not lose control when faced with losses and setbacks. Even when faced with his own injuries, he did not lose control. But today, Lu Tian couldn't control himself because of Patrick Willis.
He was like a scarred lion. Even though he was dripping with blood, his angry roar was still full of power. The powerful momentum spread out made the whole city silent, and even Harry Wayans was silent. After talking, no one offended Lu Ke at this time. The powerful momentum was enough to eat everyone present alive.
In the entire press conference room, there were more than 150 reporters, but there was no sound at all. They didn't even have the courage to face Lu Lun's line head-on. They all had their heads drooped, as if they were being disciplined. A group of followers, but such ridicule did not make Lu Ke feel happy at all. On the contrary, he only felt sadness.
Look, even so, even if they are pointed at the nose and scolded, reporters still have no blood or passion. In the age of entertainment-to-death news, they have lost their edge, just like a lion whose claws have been smoothed. Normally, it would just be Yacong Yiji who muttered that "stealing books cannot be counted as stealing", going around in circles about sesame and mung beans, and then pretending that he is still the uncrowned king he once was.
But in fact, they are just a group of flies that revolve around profit.
Looking at the lifeless reporters in front of him, Lu Ke said nothing more. He turned around and left the press conference hall in disappointment. He ended his interview session without saying hello or saying anything more.
Standing in the unfamiliar corridor of Raymond James Stadium, Lu Shu suddenly lost his way. He didn't know where he was going or how to get there. Everything around him was unfamiliar and he couldn't find it anywhere he could see. When he saw any familiar sight, his footsteps stopped in place.
There are really too many things happening this season, Ryan's departure, his own injuries, Aldon's loss, and the team's continuous injuries. He continues to strengthen himself and focus all his attention on Above the game, stay on the right track, run towards the ultimate goal, fight for the title with Ryan's agreement and commitment, but this journey is really too difficult, and at a certain moment, the pressure is almost overwhelming. his shoulders.
Now that Willis is also injured, what should he do?
There was a trace of confusion and confusion deep in Lu Ke's eyes. He knew that he could not show any wavering in front of his teammates in the locker room, because they were all watching him and waiting for him. He was the leader of the team. , he needs to poke his back and guide them to move forward, but who can tell him how to do it?
He doesn't even know where he is going now, so how can he give answers to his teammates?
He can't go back to the locker room now, and his confusion and vulnerability won't help. So, he casually sat on the cover of the fire escape stairwell and asked the black cleaner passing by, "Hey, can you lend me your cell phone? I need to make a call."
