Dominate the Super Bowl

The fierce wind howled, and the entire Crimson Tide Storm froze in the crevices of time, as Richmond James Stadium fell completely silent, caught in a stagnant shock, unconsciously holding its breath.

Li Wei stood in the end zone, behind him was a complete mess, the chaotic and shambolic defeat scattered all around. He stood tall and resolute like a war god, holding up the splendid sky, then he turned around—

Looking towards the other side, he found Watson in the Clemson Tigers' resting area amidst the stunned and despairing crowd, raised his right index finger, and gently shook it while his smile slightly lifted.

Watson felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Even the clarity of anger and despair briefly froze in his veins, losing all ability to react, standing there dumfounded as if turned to stone.

Then, his knees weakened uncontrollably and he collapsed to the ground.

Boom!

In an instant, Richmond James Stadium finally snapped back to reality, and joy, happiness, madness, and passion gushed enthusiastically through everyone's minds.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

Champions!

The Crimson Tide Storm are the champions!

For the second consecutive year, Alabama Crimson Tide Storm completely dominated the nationwide championship; since 2009, Alabama Crimson Tide Storm filed another perfect season, unbeaten in fifteen games, sweeping all championships available!

Ronnie Clark could hardly believe it. He rushed towards Li Wei, jumped and hugged him like a koala, shouting uncontrollably.

"We won, we won! We've won!"

As he shouted, Ronnie's eyes could no longer hold the tears back, he burst into heavy sobs, overwhelmed with joy, emotion, bitterness, and confusion, his mind went blank, still unable to believe that it had really happened.

In his not-so-stellar and not-so-bright NCAA career, he had witnessed Derrick Henry lead Alabama Crimson Tide Storm to their first championship, he had personally participated and became part of the defending champions Alabama Crimson Tide Storm, what more could he ask for?

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Ronnie cried like a child.

Li Wei firmly patted Ronnie on the back, set him down, and pushed through teammates who came to celebrate, like Hertz, Howard, Robinson, and others, walking briskly towards the side of the field. He was soon facing the incredulous Humphrey, who ran towards him with open arms.

"Champion!"

"Champion!!!"

Humphrey shouted ecstatically but didn't expect that Li Wei, dodging the embrace, brushed past Humphrey, leaving him standing despondently still.

Haha!

This scene made the other Crimson Tide Storm players and nearby fans laugh heartily.

Li Wei, having evaded Humphrey, just high-fived Allen and kept walking, eventually stopping in front of Jacobs.

Jacobs sat quietly, his eyes clear, his expression displaying determination, stubbornly holding himself upright, yet he didn't dare meet Li Wei's gaze.

Li Wei noticed the football that Humphrey had just stuffed into Jacobs's arms, and he also stuffed his own football into Jacobs's arms.

Without saying a word, he heavily patted Jacobs on the shoulder—

They were a team. They faced challenges and hardships as a team, and embraced victory and joy as a team, not one less.

Watching Li Wei's retreating figure, Humphrey quickly caught on, boastingly said, "Just mimicking what I did just now. Still trying to look cool, huh? Nope, this generation just isn't up to snuff."

Talking aside, Humphrey still quickly walked up and patted Jacobs on the shoulder too.

The players of the Crimson Tide Storm were all in tune with each other, one after another stepping forward, silently patting Jacobs on the shoulder, transferring energy.

Allen. Hertz. Clark. Foster...

Jacobs hung his head low, using all his strength to control himself, but tears still fell in large drops. Then he mustered the courage to look up and puff out his chest, not wiping away the tears, letting them fall continuously, his eyes bright and full of confidence as he looked forward.

His knee, still aching, constantly reminded Jacobs that he hadn't been able to participate in the final offensive, but he was prepared, ready to set off again, ready to continue fighting alongside his teammates, clutching two footballs tightly to his chest.

This scene, caught in the sight.

Danny Clark, the elder brother of Ronnie Clark, caught it all in his sight and was involuntarily stunned—

He looked down on his brother.

Because his brother had limited talent yet harbored an impractical dream, foolishly and naively persisting in a dream that had no meaning or reward, he would eventually hit a wall and face reality.

So when his brother said that he wouldn't enter the draft after the season ended, unlike their parents, Danny was smug, "I told you so, see, I was right. You shouldn't have wasted your time."

It was Christmas Day, yet his brother rarely quarreled with Danny.

All the way to today, to this moment.

Danny watched his brother on the field, watched the Crimson Tide Storm supporting each other and fighting together, yet his heart uncontrollably ripped open, a mix of indescribable envy and jealousy swelling within him.

Then, the tireless shouting of Tyree Clark reached his ears.

"Hey, that's my son! Clark, number five, that's my son!"

Unwillingly, Danny's vision blurred with tears—

Perhaps the significance of a dream isn't about whether it can be achieved, but about a belief, a hope, a motivation that makes life bearable.

So,

Danny straightened his back and started shouting towards the field.

"Roar, Crimson Tide!"

This time, completely genuine, he believed his brother had achieved his dream and finally understood that he was the very person he despised the most.

Again and again, transforming all emotions into an overwhelming shout.

Tyree turned his head and saw Danny, tears streaming freely but unhidden, and sighed softly.

Actually, among the Clark brothers, Danny was the one with the talent. He had been a Wide Receiver, a prominent figure from elementary to high school, almost universally praised by coaches and scouts, everyone unanimously agreed that Danny could enter the NFL and have a career there.

Ronnie had always looked up to Danny as he grew up and followed in Danny's footsteps to become a football player.

But, after a knee injury, Danny couldn't endure the day-after-day rehabilitation and practice. After the injury healed, he tried for a while but couldn't find his former condition, and then… there was no afterwards.

Danny chose to give up, choosing the more sensible and realistic option, enrolling in university, preparing for a job, and neatly returning to the ordinary professional track.

Since then, Danny had never stepped foot on the football field again.

But today…

Perhaps Danny regretted it, perhaps not, perhaps Danny finally understood that life sometimes needs a bit of foolishness, maybe Danny could understand that the meaning of a dream was never about whether it could meet the eye.

After a long, deep breath, Tyree didn't say much else, turned his head back to the field, joined Danny's ranks, liberally expressing his regrets, his eyes also slightly damp.

"Roar, Crimson Tide!"