Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 328 - 327 Full Power Mode

Berry had not watched a Kansas City Chiefs game for a long time.

It wasn’t because he didn’t care. On the contrary, it was precisely because he cared too much and was so anxious that he couldn’t help wanting to closely follow the team’s every move—

When the team was stuck in a losing streak, when the media hounded Li Wei, when there were ripples in the locker room, Berry wished he could be there, not because he thought he could turn things around, but because he wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with his teammates in battle.

It was his team, and he was part of it, wishing they could move forward or retreat together.

This sentiment could easily unsettle his mental balance, becoming more and more eager and anxious to return to the field, disrupting the rhythm of his rehabilitation.

That was no good.

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So, Berry had been learning, learning not to focus on the games, learning to ignore the media’s clamor, just concentrating on himself.

But all the defenses were effortlessly breached today—

Vanquished.

"This, this message must be written for Eric Berry, the captain of the Kansas City Chiefs Defense."

"This season, Berry’s Achilles tendon rupture ended his season, causing huge pressure on the Kansas City Chiefs’ secondary defense; but the Chiefs still found a way to move forward, waiting for the return of their defensive captain."

"This is a Christmas gift."

"Wow, this..."

"Ladies and gentlemen, with Li Wei’s recent twelve-yard rushing touchdown, it means that we are witnessing history on Christmas 2017."

"With 1,810 rushing yards and 20 rushing touchdowns, Li Wei officially breaks Eric Dickson’s thirty-year-old rookie season rushing record for a running back, creating a new glory for Super Bowl-era running backs in the NFL."

"Li Wei, a rookie, in only his second year transitioning from mixed martial arts to professional play; an Asian player, the first-ever Asian first-round pick in NFL history, has written miracles amid controversy and challenges."

"And more!"

"Li Wei not only broke the NFL Super Bowl-era rookie rushing record; he’s also almost certainly to lead a series of rushing statistics for the season."

"Currently, Li Wei is first in the race for both rushing yards leader and rushing touchdowns leader, with the Los Angeles Rams running back Gurley temporarily in second, but the gap between them is significant."

"Gurley, until this week’s game, rushed for 1,190 yards and scored 11 rushing touchdowns. Unless he has a miraculous explosion in the last two weeks, there’s a significant chasm between his performance and Li Wei’s, and hope of catching up is lost."

"This means that, a full week in advance, Li Wei has already secured the titles of rushing yards leader and rushing touchdowns leader."

"Of course, Gurley has his own strengths. In addition to rushing, he also has 677 receiving yards and 6 receiving touchdowns. This third-year running back who is successful in both passing and rushing has proven his worth."

"So there is still some suspense in the competition for the Offensive Player of the Year."

"But!"

"Li Wei has already made history, shining across the league as a rookie."

"In the competition for Rookie of the Year, Li Wei has no rivals, not just for Offensive Player of the Year, but he should also have a place in the discussions for regular season MVP. We are witnessing history."

"And now, Li Wei dedicates this touchdown to Eric Berry, ’We’ve arrived.’ I’m not sure of the backstory to this phrase—is it ’Playoffs, here we come’? Regardless, it’s a deeply moving scene, look, all the Kansas City Chiefs players are gathering together..."

Berry knew what it meant—

It was a bet between him and Li Wei, and a promise between them.

Playoffs?

No, the Super Bowl, they were coming.

Despite all the hardships, the ups and downs, the numerous difficulties, they were still back on the path to victory, steadfastly taking steps towards it.

All of a sudden, Berry’s eyes welled up with warmth.

Somewhat disheveled.

As Berry was preparing to cover up, he hadn’t expected that the other players would one by one join Li Wei’s ranks, revealing undershirts beneath their jerseys, which all bore the same message.

It wasn’t just Li Wei.

Clearly, the locker room had agreed that whoever scored the first touchdown would deliver this message—a Christmas gift from the team to the captain of the Defensive group.

They hadn’t forgotten Berry; far from it. They were fighting and striving with the weight of Berry’s dreams on their shoulders, charging toward the playoffs at full tilt.

Berry could no longer control himself. Forgetting to hide the tears at the corner of his eyes, he stood helplessly in place, watching this scene unfold before him.

Those moments of bitterness, loneliness, confusion, pain, struggle, and all the self-doubt and hesitation that haunted his midnight dreams—all seemed trivial now.

Even Smith was no exception.

Berry knew Smith well—a slightly introverted and rigid character who rarely joked around, his meticulous mannerisms reminiscent of a strict class monitor; but now, Smith had also discreetly joined the ranks, pulling up his jersey to reveal the message.

Smith tried to hide, to quietly fulfill his promise and turn away, but he didn’t expect the players to tease him one after another. Now his attempt at concealment was exposed.

Seeing Smith’s face filled with a look of utter resignation, Berry burst into joyful laughter.

Then—

"Berry!"

"Berry!"

Arrowhead Stadium joined in, following Li Wei and the others’ cheers, the deafening shouts reverberating through the hospital’s hall from the TV screens, unintentionally stirring up a surge of excitement.

In the hall, people looked at each other in disbelief.

Obviously, this was a hospital. It wasn’t appropriate to make loud noises that could disturb patients or interfere with medical staff at work. Even TV volumes had to be kept low, so collective shouting was definitely prohibited.

Yet, as their gazes met, smiles quietly found their way onto their faces.

Then, they started to cheer silently—

No sound, only lip movements.

"Berry."

"Berry."

Although it was silent, the exchanged glances and echoing expressions conveyed the joy and happiness of Christmas. For that brief moment, they seemed to truly see a glimmer of hope, temporarily forgetting the helplessness of illness and mortality, genuinely believing that a Christmas miracle could happen, to triumph over sickness and embrace the future.

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Berry watched quietly, the warmth in his chest expanding to fill his entire torso, involuntarily clenching his fists tighter.

He was ready.

He would continue to fight, even if there was only the slimmest thread of hope.

But that’s life, isn’t it?

Not just in competitive sports, life does the same—grappling with difficulties, setbacks, and challenges, burning with all one’s might to shine, fight, and feel the warmth of blood and the power of the heartbeat, without regrets.

Even though he wasn’t at Arrowhead Stadium, at this moment he was fighting side by side with the team; the Kansas City Chiefs were united, inside and out.

Taking a deep breath, Berry lifted his head high, and even though the corners of his eyes were still wet with tears, he didn’t mind. Without hiding or wiping them away, he boldly displayed his vulnerability.

Then, Berry looked towards White, a faint fighting spirit ignited in his eyes, low-key yet sharp.

"Let’s go, James. We have rehabilitation tasks to complete tomorrow."