"call……"
"call……"
The sound of the hunting wind can be clearly heard throughout the Century Chain Stadium. The bright and clear sound of the wind is surging above the eardrums. It seems that you can feel the trajectory of every gust of wind, because it is so clear that you can Accurately feel the vastness and vastness of the stadium... and the emptiness, and the dead silence.
In fact, many sounds can still be caught in the stadium: complaints, curses, anger, comfort, encouragement... Those whispers and trivial sounds are surging, but they can never be condensed. A strong wind blows by, and they are all blown away. It was scrambled into fragments and scattered everywhere. In the end, nothing was left. More importantly, those sounds seemed to have briefly lost their vitality.
Confused. Puzzled. Puzzled. Lost. despair.
Large areas of gray emotions spread in the stadium stands, just like after a volcanic eruption, thick volcanic ash slowly fell and settled, and then the whole world retreated into the sky and the ground in gray, making it difficult to distinguish the direction and recognition. In the future, I can't capture the context, so I am stuck in place.
That kind of emotion is worse than anger, hatred, or irritability.
This is true for all twelve people in the audience. What's more terrifying than losing the game is that they don't know how they lost, let alone how they lost so many points. The shadow of "minimum consumption" defeated their last line of defense, and then the whole league was frightened. The Century Chain Stadium fell into dead silence.
The dark blue ocean in sight was rippling slowly, but there were no more rough waves and violent storms. The vast sea seemed to have been conquered.
This scene was deeply imprinted in Lu Ke's mind.
Lu Ke noticed Carl Smith and Carl's hesitant movements, but he didn't care.
He won't say that he has long forgotten everything that happened that day; nor will he say that he has forgiven those despicable and shameless discriminations; but there are more important things occupying him now than those hatreds. His life: the Super Bowl, Ryan Baldwin and Myles Scott, the Niners, the team, Candice, teammates...etc., this game is over, and the Seattle Seahawks are The chapter has turned, and he must focus on the next goal so that he will not stop for Carl Smith.
That's not worth it.
So, Lu Ke withdrew his gaze and scanned the whole place, taking in the dazed and confused silence. Then he saw Logan, Marcus and others who were celebrating, but now, he could not join the celebration party. ranks because there are still tasks to be completed after the game.
Turning around, Lu Ke trotted towards the center of the court: Russell Wilson was already waiting in the center of the court.
But obviously, Russell seemed to have suffered a major blow. His shoulders were slumped, his eyes were lowered, his face was full of unwillingness, and his whole person seemed absent-minded. Even the mood to compete with Lu Ke was gone. He just He hurriedly shook hands with Lu Ke, turned around and left quickly. The lonely and embarrassed back seemed to be covered with wounds slowly, and he was looking for a corner where no one could see him, so he could take a good lick.
This reminded Lu Ke of the National League finals in his rookie season: they tried their best, but lost the game in the end. That kind of unwillingness and anger did not come from hatred, but from the desire to win and the game. His belief and dedication to rugby will never fade away.
Lu Ke realized that when he plays against the Seattle Seahawks again next season, Russell may not be defeated so easily. Because those who truly desire victory can always be fully trained from failure again and again, and finally rise from the ashes, looking forward to the day when they chase victory.
Then, come on over!
Compared to Russell, Pete Carroll appears to be much more sophisticated. There are really not many special emotions that can be read from his facial expressions. He always maintains a low-key facial paralysis state, shaking hands with Hubble. , took the initiative and walked towards Lu Ke:
Holding Lu Ke's right hand, he raised his hand and patted Lu Ke's shoulder gently. He came close to Lu Ke's ear and said in a low voice, "Wonderful game. Looking forward to the match next season."
Then, Carol nodded politely to Lu Ke before turning and leaving.
But he didn't say "good luck in the Super Bowl."
Perhaps, even an old fox like Carroll can't wish his rival in the same district to win the Super Bowl after all.
Carroll left, Russell left, and the Seattle Seahawks players were leaving the field, leaving the stage to the winners to celebrate. Although this is their home field.
All the reporters still did not leave, bustling around Lu Ke in the center, and the live broadcast camera was still not turned off, but the TV screen had been transferred to the studio, where the analysts and commentators concluded the game, and then the reporters Then they noticed that Lu Ke's footsteps stopped, and everyone turned their heads following Lu Ke's line of sight:
"Richard, how do you feel now?"
"Richard, aren't you going to have a face-to-face conversation with Lu Ke?"
"Richard, are you satisfied with the performance of this game?"
The Fox TV station responsible for the live broadcast also has several other cameras, which are currently surrounding Richard Sherman - another focus of this game. Obviously, they are not prepared to simply let Sherman go. The more noisy the tit-for-tat before the game, the more ferocious the chase after the game.
The most cunning thing about the TV reporters was that they blocked Sherman's route, and then through their own movement and interception, guided Sherman closer to Lu Ke step by step.
Sherman paused.
Because he noticed Lu Ke surrounded by the crowd - even if he wanted to ignore it, it was very difficult. Then the cunning reporters immediately began to evacuate and cleared a passage, allowing Lu Ke and Sherman to be completely unimpeded. See It looks like a magpie bridge on Chinese Valentine's Day, but it's a pity that Lu Ke and Sherman are not cows/herds and weaver girls.
The game started in the afternoon, and now night has completely fallen. The lights above the stadium are falling, and the shadows cast are intertwined and overlapped. Then the scene has the illusion of a sea of people, as if every corner of the stadium is full of people. It was full of giants.
However, all the "giants" are now watching Lu Ke and Sherman.
Sherman's mood was very, very complicated. He wanted to step forward and punch Lu Ke hard, but he couldn't control the boiling anger in his chest. He couldn't help but clenched his fist, but then relaxed it again. Come, not because he is afraid of post-match punishment, but because——
The remaining reason is telling him that if he really takes a step forward and throws a punch at this time, then he will become a joke to the entire league, like a loser who cannot afford to lose, and will be truly nailed to the pillar of shame, with no chance to turn around. No matter how hard you try or how strong you are in the future, you can't wash it away.
He needed to calm down, even if he wanted to punch that damn face right away.
The atmosphere was slightly stiff, but the reporters didn't care at all. They watched with excitement. Even if the two players didn't say a word, sparks were flying. It was so exciting to eat melon on the spot, and then they couldn't help but start to look forward to it. At the next moment, are the two people about to punch each other?
At this moment, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Lu Ke's mouth. He was gentle and polite, humble and decent. He looked like an obedient and good student in school. The next second, Lu Ke raised his right hand and raised his big smile. With his neatly manicured nails, his thumb gently slid across his eyebrows, first to the right, then to the left. This simple movement, but easily launched a provocation:
Where are your eyebrows?
Furthermore, before this game, Sherman tried to initiate a bet again, but now Lu Ke made the most direct response with practical actions, "Fortunately, he did not agree to the bet, otherwise he would not be able to get his money back." That kind of Contemptuous and contemptuous, he threw it at Sherman without any cover.
Snapped.
Although the two people were nearly ten yards apart, the sound of the slap was so loud that it rang clearly in the ears of all reporters, and then it was visible to the naked eye that Sherman's eyes were burning with anger. He clenched his fists and prepared to step forward to ask Lu Ke for a life and death battle.
But he saw Lu Ke put down his right hand and showed a big smile to Sherman, and then... the smile disappeared little by little, and finally disappeared completely, leaving only an expressionless mask, indifferent and disdainful. He gave Sherman a look, turned around and left.
Just go away...just...go...
Sherman was left on the spot like a fool. Not only was he embarrassed, he had simply turned into dust. He was completely ignored by Lu Ke: that despicable and shameless villain who always pretended to be humble and polite in front of others. But privately, he is just a street gangster, always provoking his bottom line, and doing whatever it takes to win, ugly! dirty! Low/cheap! Those fans should really see his face now!
"Damn it!" Sherman's rationality finally broke through the bottom line. He waved his fist and rushed towards Lu Ke's back, yelling with curses in his mouth - he thought someone would come to pull him, but in the end...no , other Seattle Seahawks players were leaving the game one after another, too busy to take care of themselves, let alone come to dissuade Sherman. This also made Sherman's anger stuck in his chest, and he was about to explode.
Then, Sherman rushed forward a few steps, pretending to prepare for a "life and death duel" and shouting loudly, but in the end he still failed to break through the circle of reporters. After getting no response from Lu Ke, he was full of swear words again. The ground turned and left.
Facing the reporters who quickly stepped forward to surround him, Sherman's anger completely burst. He stepped forward and pushed the reporters away. He directly overturned the two reporters on the spot and then strode away from the stadium. This piece of hell has turned him into a clown. He has only one thought in his mind now:
get away.
