Killer!
After rushing into the end zone, Logan knew that he had successfully won the game. In overtime, the first team to complete the touchdown would directly win the game!
That's it now.
After making a circle in the end zone, his peripheral vision confirmed the referee's gesture of raising his hands to indicate a touchdown. Then Logan circled back again, raised his hands with the referee, and walked towards the half-way standing position. The offensive teammates on the field ran away wildly, shouting without knowing what they were doing, "Touchdown! Touchdown! Bambi, touchdown!"
Then, Logan saw Lu Ke, who was also raising his hands and roaring.
All the suppressed emotions in my heart began to surge, for Ryan Baldwin, for Patrick Willis, for the teammates and coaches who were bearing countless pressures on the entire team, and for the nine people who silently supported them behind the scenes. , more faith for victory and for the team!
Sprint! Sprint with all your strength!
Logan sprinted towards Lu Ke fiercely, jumped high, then rode on Lu Ke's waist, hugged Lu Ke's helmet hard, and kept stroking/touching Lu Ke's helmet hard, but in response Repeating the same sentence over and over again, "Touchdown!" suppressed the entire game, and finally ended the game with their own hands and feet. Victory, after all, still belonged to them!
Not only Logan, Boldin, Selleck, Crabtree, etc. all rushed over, but also Boone, Stanley, Rupatti and other offensive linemen, even the defense standing on the sidelines The players collectively raised their arms high, and everyone, including Hubble and the coaching staff, rushed into the court, roaring and celebrating crazily.
Amid the cheers and roars, the quiet and silence of the University of Phoenix stadium became more and more abrupt.
Arizona Cardinals home fans were completely stunned: How did all this happen? During regular game time, they let victory slip through their fingertips and witnessed their opponent's Hail Mary; during overtime, they once again let victory slip through their fingers and witnessed their opponent's preemptive touchdown... Who can explain it? For a moment, how did they lose the game?
The whole place was dead silent.
The graveyard-like silence silenced the sea of dark red fans. The huge white waves kept rising like this. The astonishing energy covered up the vast swaths of red. They turned away and started to celebrate their victory on this land. Stepping on the corpses of their rivals in the same district, they entered the playoffs with their heads held high.
"Ahhh!"
Those cheers were really harsh and sharp, and the home fans wanted to retort, or even curse harshly, to let these guys know: this is their territory! Want to celebrate? Get out! They will never allow this group of rubbish to trample on their dignity here.
But the problem is that their brains fell into a brief daze and shock, and they can't react at all now. The biting cold like falling into an ice cellar slowly spreads in the audience, and all the shouts seem to It was stuck in my throat, and there was only one thought left in my mind:
what happened?
Looking at each other, they could only see large areas of confusion, with no clues at all. Then they turned their eyes to their own players inside the field for help. In the end, they only saw dejected figures, who seemed to have completely lost their spirit. He was so angry that he couldn't even vent his anger. This once again hit the fans' chests heavily and dullly, taking away the last bit of strength from their spines.
Peterson sat on the ground with blank eyes, his hands on his knees, breathing heavily, but couldn't even express any emotion.
He failed.
This is the only thought in Peterson's mind at this time. There is no regret, no anger, no sadness, no negative emotions at all. He just knows one fact objectively: he lost the game again, and it was Logan Newman who shot it from above his head. Making the catch to end the game, that's all. As for what this failure means, how it failed, and what it means in the future... He can't think about it now.
Unconsciously raising his head, Peterson searched among the crowd, trying to find an answer.
Head coach Bruce Arians and quarterback Carson Palmer, who were standing on the sidelines, did not communicate. They were each immersed in their own world and refused to speak. However, the fatigue and stiffness revealed in the figures of the two people were revealed. To get information, they, like him, need time.
The price of this defeat is really too great.
Unlike the playoffs, where a victory or defeat determines life and death, there are too many variables and it is difficult to predict the outcome; this is the last game of the regular season, and it is accumulated through game after game throughout the season. It brought them to where they are now, but they missed the most critical opportunity at the last minute, and then all the hard work of the long season collapsed in an instant. The shock and impact, the loss and confusion are difficult for anyone. accept.
Of course, there is always another season, and there is always another opportunity, but how many "next times" do professional players have? After missing this season, no one can predict what will happen next season; more importantly, how should the efforts of the previous four months be counted?
Turning his head, Peterson continued to search among the crowd, and then he saw Lu Ke.
It's Lu Ke again, and it's the San Francisco 49ers again. After the "Cardinals Massacre", they lost to the same opponent again, and lost the entire season in such a tragic and tragic way.
At this time, looking at Lu Ke who was celebrating crazily, Peterson couldn't help but clenched his fists. Because he used so much force, his body began to tremble slightly. A bloody smell burst out between his lips and teeth, and then in his mouth It slowly spread, and he didn't even know how to accurately describe his mood at the moment.
Suddenly, Lu Ke's gaze came over. Peterson did not look away, but narrowed his eyes slightly. His whole body was full of dangerous aura, and he faced Lu Ke's gaze forcefully; but he did not expect that the next second, , Lu Ke left his teammates and walked directly in the direction of Peterson.
What kind of abacus is this?
Lu Ke's footsteps stopped in front of Peterson, and then he took the initiative to stretch out his right hand, indicating that he was ready to pull Peterson to stand up.
Peterson didn't understand what kind of medicine Lu Ke was selling in his gourd. He ignored Lu Ke's kindness and stood up with his hands on the ground, facing Lu Ke's gaze with wariness and repulsion:
Lu Ke took off his helmet, revealing a sweaty appearance. His short black hair was wet and stuck to his head. Hot sweat was slowly falling from his forehead and cheeks. He should have looked extremely embarrassed. But because of the confident and clear light in his eyes, full of youthful vitality, his whole person became brighter.
"Wonderful game." Lu Ke's kindness was not accepted, but he didn't mind. He took back his right hand freely and said to Peterson with a smile.
Peterson still didn't understand what Lu Ke meant.
In fact, Lu Ke means it literally, without any special meaning——
After entering overtime, the intensity of the game continued to increase. Both sides showed their final cards and unleashed all their potential without reservation. This also brought the intensity of the confrontation to a higher level.
By the end of the game, the teammates on the offensive team could hardly run anymore. They were exhausted and trapped after all the energy was released, as if they had just completed a marathon. Even though their bodies had already adapted to such intensity, After all, they are still ordinary human beings, and they will still get tired. Even the "physical superman" Lu Ke was a little exhausted. When Logan sprinted and jumped just now, Lu Ke almost lost his balance, and his calf muscles, which had been tense for the whole game, were faintly weak.
It can be said that both teams fought hard to the last minute, for the playoffs, for victory, and for faith. The outcome is really just a matter of millimeters. Putting aside the relationship between mortal enemies in the same district, this is indeed a wonderful game. the match of. It is true that Lu Ke will never compromise on this court. They will always be mortal enemies. The next time they meet, Lu Ke will still try his best to win, but Peterson still uses his wonderful performance to win. Won Lu Ke's respect.
Don't forget, Lu Ke and Peterson were players in the same draft.
But seeing Peterson's alert look, Lu Ke couldn't help but feel a little funny, "Shouldn't I be the one who needs to be on full alert at this time? I have not forgotten my experience here two years ago."
Peterson couldn't help but be slightly stunned. It took him a moment to realize what Lu Ke meant, and his expression became a little weird - because he is a black man himself and has a lot of understanding of Lu Ke's situation and position. , naturally you can understand the deep meaning of Lu Ke's words.
But Peterson didn't know how to respond. In the end, he just said, "Wonderful game."
Lu Ke didn't mind either. He nodded, turned around and left quickly. Carson Palmer was already waiting not far away. Lu Ke still needed to shake hands and greet him.
Peterson stood there, watching Lu Ke leave - logically speaking, he should hate Lu Ke, to the core of his heart; but at this time, he found that he couldn't hate him at all. Indeed, he couldn't. Like Lu Ke, or even reject Lu Ke, the two sides are like sworn enemies. However, those emotions cannot be strong enough to hate. So, is it because Lu Ke is good enough, or because he is too kind? ?
After letting out a long breath, Peterson realized belatedly that his knees were shaking. The exhaustion made him almost unsteady, but Lu Ke in sight was still able to... trot. ?
Damn guy!
Peterson quickly straightened his knees forcefully.
