In "Joe's Bar," Anthony Tinozzo stood stunned, staring silently at the TV screen, as the New York Giants celebrated their victory frantically, and they had just been gearing up for an overtime battle, before it came to an abrupt end, ending the season unprepared.

He thought they could make it to the Super Bowl; He thought that Hail Mary could work miracles; He thought that the magic of the season could continue; He thought that this dream could go on for a long time......

Looking back, the whole bar was silent, the silence was so oppressive that it was uncomfortably quiet, everyone sat in their chairs in high spirits, and it was difficult to find more emotions in the slightly numb expression, and the accident of sudden death hit everyone's nerves so hard that it was impossible to recover in a short time.

Backwater.

It reminded Anthony of the start of the season, where even they didn't believe that the undrafted rookie could lead the team to this point, but they saw it firsthand, a beautiful and crazy journey, and now, hope has been rekindled, and they shouldn't be disappointed, let alone give up.

Anthony cleared his throat and tried to say something, but he was really not a man of words, and his brain was a mess when he looked at a bar where there was no sound at all, but he couldn't clear his mind at all.

At this moment, there was a rumbling sound outside the bar, making people wonder, could it be raining again? But then, the muffled thunder rolled in, and the sound gradually became clear, from intermittent to coherent, and the shouts swept from far and near—

"We are 49 people! We are warriors! ”

All the fans in the bar woke up and ran out of the door, even Anthony was no exception, and he couldn't contain his curiosity, walked out of the bar, pushed open the door, stood by the side of the street, and then witnessed the pomp and circumstance in front of him.

On this street, the surging crowd of people is coming out of the interior and onto the sidewalk one after another, and the vast expanses of red are spreading endlessly, reflecting the entire neighborhood and the city in a bright and dazzling red.

People threw up their hands and shouted, "We're 49!" We are warriors! The earth-shattering shout was rolling down the city streets of San Francisco like a torrent, and it was slowly flowing in the same direction.

If you look down from above, you can see that the city's veins and pulse are coming alive.

Anthony opened his mouth slightly, grabbed a pedestrian casually, and asked what was going on, and then got an unexpected answer, "We are going to march all the way towards Candlestick Park and let the team know that we have their back!" We lost this game, but we are not losers! ”

Then, several young men rushed over with excited faces, still shouting, "Hail Mary! Hail Mary! ”

The pedestrian nodded excitedly, too, "We won the Hail Mary, but we lost the game!" It's suffocating, but we don't lose faith! It's our night! Night for 49 people! After saying that, he took another step, following the direction of the flow of people, and continued to move forward.

Is it incredible? Unbelievable? Crazy?

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.

But after such a magical season, after such a magical race, it seems that everything is falling into place, even if they are now a full thirteen kilometers from Candlestick Park, so what? As long as the pulse of the whole city keeps beating, then anything is possible.

A moving emotion stuck in Anthony's chest, unable to spit out, but unable to swallow either, finally turned into a slight flickering light under his eyes, popping and beating, full of vitality.

They didn't win the Nations League, but they won the future and hope.

Anthony turned, closed the bar door, and joined the crowd, stepping in the direction of Candlestick Park, and the shouts began to spread little by little, like ripples, sending waves through the Bay Area.

"We are 49 people! We are warriors! ”

……

In the Candlestick Stadium, shouts and waves of people gradually merged, and large areas of red filled every corner of the sight, like a vast ocean, and everyone was just a drop of water in the ocean.

Cliff Hart raised the flag in his hand, ran selflessly, laughed selflessly, and released selflessly, the banner of the "King of the Bay Area" was hunting, like the staff of Moses, commanding the vast sea, and the momentum of covering the sky and the sun erupted unreservedly.

Cliff is not alone.

Behind Cliff, Chris Wilson, Jeff Locke, Nate Chandler, Danny Reese, Jonathan Baldwin and Lee in the last years, there were six men, six flags, and finally a team of seven flags, which began to run around the inside of the stadium with a thunderous momentum.

This is not the season for the San Francisco 49ers, who lost the Nations League final and failed to reach the Super Bowl; But this is the season for 49ers fans, who have won hope, won the future, and they have found the soul of the 49ers again on the land of this team!

So, they ran recklessly.

Standing in the middle of the field, all the players raised their heads in a daze, looking at the overwhelming red in front of them, all the sadness and pain, all the regrets and sorrows, all the bitterness and sourness, all of them stopped temporarily, and just accepted the baptism of this red sea in amazement.

Lu Ke's eyes were firmly locked on the seven flags, and the image of Bambi jumped on the paper, as if he was taking a step, running happily and briskly, and with its running, the fire of hope spread to every corner of the land in the Bay Area. That sense of satisfaction, that sense of fullness, gently hit the chest, and it ached faintly, but the smile on the corner of the mouth couldn't help but rise.

God, he really loves moments like this so much.

For this arena, for this sport, for this group of fans, unprecedentedly, his goal is so clear and accurate; The source of his passion was so clear and real like never before, that burning energy that filled his limbs with strength and really reinvigorated them.

Retracting his gaze, Lu Ke saw Aldong with a blank face.

The eyes of the two people crossed for a moment, and Aldon spread his hands in amazement, expressing helplessness and incomprehension.

In the final defence, Aldon's missed tackle led directly to Bradshaw's running touchdown, but ...... Now there is no point in pursuing these mistakes, if Akons had scored a free-kick, if Williams had not conceded, if Jean, Crabtree and others had not gone off injured, if if, at the end of the day, they had lost the game regrettably, tried their best, but still lost the game.

This is the case with competitive sports.

They need to reflect and summarize, but they can't indulge in remorse, otherwise, one failure will become a permanent curse of failure, and they will never win again.

Lu Ke didn't speak, just raised his chin and motioned for Alton to raise his head and quietly enjoy the beauty of this moment.

……

In the 2011 season, the San Francisco 49ers' journey came to an end, and the final score, "24:30", because of the touchdown in overtime, the New York Giants did not need additional points, directly killed the game, won the victory, and marched into the Super Bowl with their heads held high.

After this battle, the New York Giants became the third team in NFL history to reach the Super Bowl with a season record of less than 10 wins, after the Los Angeles Rams in 1979 and the Arizona Cardinals in 2008, and interestingly, both teams lost to the same team, the Pittsburgh Steelers, in 1979 and 2008.

This time, the New York giants are about to face the New England Patriots in the Super Bowl, so can they make history of their own?

The San Francisco 49ers, who ended the whole season, still created a hot topic after the game.

After the game, the keyword search of "Lu Ke/Wanfu Mary" instantly exploded with 25,000 pieces of energy per minute, even surpassing the record of 49 people in San Francisco defeating the New Orleans Saints in the divisional competition, refreshing the history of social networking platforms; What's even more remarkable is that the whole city of San Francisco is starting to celebrate.

The surging crowd spread from downtown to Candlestick Park, shouting "We are 49!" We are warriors! The slogan of cheering to welcome their heroes back, even if it is not triumphant, but they are still treated as heroes, which is undoubtedly the most incredible moment in the entire NFL.

Until this moment, witnessing the live broadcast and photos, people really understand:

Lu Ke, the Chinese quarterback, with his strength and charm, conquered San Francisco and the Bay Area, and gained unanimous support! After an incredible rookie season and a series of rookie quarterback records, Lu Ke truly proved that race has never been a shackle to professional football.

The topic of race can now really come to an end.

Of course, everyone knows that the sophomore season will be tenfold or even a hundred times more difficult, but this is a situation that every player must face, this is about absolute strength, about the topic of undrafted rookies, not only Lu Ke, every rookie in the league must face when they enter their second year. But as for race, it's no longer an issue, at least it shouldn't be, and those who are still prejudiced should seek common ground while reserving differences.

The elephant in the room, now, everyone saw its presence and realized its power. After half a century of long brewing, Chinese players and even Asian players finally stand on this stage with dignity!