Lore!

After rushing into the end zone, Logan knew that he had successfully killed the game, and in overtime, the first team to complete the touchdown would directly kill the game!

That's how it is now.

After a circle in the end area, the eye spot confirmed the referee's gesture of raising his hands high for a touchdown, and then Logan circled back and raised his hands with the referee, running wildly towards his offensive teammates standing in the half court, and roaring oblievably, "Touchdown!" Touchdown! Bambi, touchdown! ”

Then, Logan saw Lu Ke, who also raised his hands and roared to the fullest.

All the emotions that have been suppressed in my heart began to surge, for Ryan Baldwin, for Patrick Willis, for the teammates and coaches who are burdened with countless pressures on the whole team, for the nine people who silently support them behind their backs, for the victory and for the team to have more faith!

Sprint! Sprint with all your might!

Logan sprinted towards Lu Ke like this, jumped high, and then rode on Lu Ke's waist, hugged Lu Ke's helmet hard, and kept stroking/touching Lu Ke's helmet, just repeating the same sentence over and over again, "Touchdown!" "I suppressed the whole game, but in the end I ended the game with my own hands and feet, and the victory was still theirs after all!

Not only Logan, but also Boulding, Salek, Crabtree, etc., all rushed over, as well as Boone, Stanley, Rupatti and other offensive forwards, and even the defensive team members standing on the sidelines collectively raised their arms in the air, and the coaching staff, including Hubble, everyone rushed into the court, screaming and celebrating wildly.

Amid the cheers and roars, the silence and silence of the University of Phoenix Field became more and more abrupt.

The Arizona Cardinals' home fans were completely stunned: how the hell did all this happen? In regular time, they let the victory slip through their fingertips and witnessed the Hail Mary of their opponents; In extra time, they once again let the victory slip through their fingers, witnessing a preemptive touchdown from behind...... Can anyone explain how exactly they lost the game?

There was a dead silence.

The dead silence of the graveyard silenced the sea of dark red fans, and the white waves climbed like this, and the amazing energy overshadowed the large red swaths, and the anti-guest began to celebrate their victory in the land, stepping on the corpses of their sworn enemies in the same district and entering the playoffs.

"Ahhh

The cheers were so shrill and too shrill that the home fans wanted to retort or even curse and let the guys know that this was their place! Want to celebrate? Get out! They will never allow this bunch of garbage to trample on their dignity here.

But the problem is that their brains fell into a momentary stunned and shocked, and now they can't react at all, the biting cold like falling into an ice cellar slowly spreads in the audience, all the shouts seem to be stuck in their throats, and there is only one thought left in their minds:

What's going on?

Looking at each other, they could only see a large area of confusion, and they couldn't find clues at all, and then they turned their eyes to their players inside the field, only to see a dejected figure, which seemed to have completely lost their spirits, and they couldn't even vent their anger, which also hit the fans' chests again heavily and sullenly, and took the last bit of strength away from the backbone.

Peterson sat on the ground with blank eyes, his hands on his knees, gasping for air, but unable to express even a trace of emotion.

He failed.

That's the only thought in Pieterson's mind at this time, no chagrin, no anger, no sadness, no negativity, just the objective fact that he lost the game again, and it was Logan Newman who finished the game by finishing the game with a catch over his head, and that's all. As for what this failure really means, how it failed, and what does it mean in the future...... He couldn't think about it now.

Unconsciously looking up, Peterson searched through the crowd, trying to find an answer.

Head coach Bruce Arians and quarterback Carson Palmer didn't communicate, each immersed in their own world and refusing to speak, but the tiredness and stiffness of their figures revealed the message that they, like him, need time.

The cost of this defeat is really too great.

Unlike a win or defeat in the playoffs, there may be too many variables, and it is unpredictable to win or lose; It was the last game of the regular season, and it was the last game of the season that had allowed them to get to where they were, only to miss the most crucial opportunity at the last goal, and then all the hard work of the long season collapsed in an instant, and the shock and shock, the frustration and the confusion were hard for anyone to accept.

Of course, there is always another season, there is always another chance, but how many "next times" are there for professional players? Missing out on this season, no one can predict what exactly will happen next season; More importantly, how should the efforts of the previous four months be counted?

Turning his head, Peterson continued to look in the crowd, and then, he saw Lu Ke.

It's Lu Ke again, and it's San Francisco 49 again. After the "Cardinal Massacre", they lost again to the same opponent and lost the entire season in such a tragic and tragic way.

At this time, looking at Lu Ke, who was celebrating wildly, Peterson couldn't help but clench his fists, because he was so hard that his body began to tremble slightly, and a smell of blood burst out between his lips and teeth, and then it slowly spread in his mouth, he didn't even know how to accurately describe his mood at the moment.

Suddenly, Lu Ke's gaze projected, Peterson did not look away, but narrowed his eyes slightly, his body was full of danger, and he met Lu Ke's gaze toughly; But unexpectedly, in the next second, Lu Ke left his teammates and walked straight in the direction of Peterson.

What kind of calculation is this?

Lu Ke's footsteps stopped in front of Peterson, and then took the initiative to stretch out his right hand, signaling that he was ready to pull Peterson to stand up.

Peterson didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in Lu Ke's gourd, he didn't pay attention to Lu Ke's kindness, he stood up with his hands on the ground, and met Lu Ke's gaze with vigilance and repulsion:

Lu Ke took off his helmet, revealing a sweaty appearance, his short black hair was wet and sticking to his head, and the hot sweat on his forehead and cheeks was slowly sliding down.

"Wonderful game." Lu Ke's kindness was not accepted, but he didn't mind, so he withdrew his right hand freely and said with a smile at Peterson.

Peterson still didn't understand what Lu Ke meant.

Actually, Lu Ke is literal, and there is no special meaning-

After entering extra time, the intensity of the game continued to rise, and both sides showed their final hole cards, unleashing all their potential without reservation, which also made the intensity of the confrontation to a higher level.

By the end of the game, the teammates in the offensive group were almost unable to run, and the fatigue and sleepiness after all the energy had burst out were as if they had just completed a marathon run, even if their bodies had already adapted to such intensity, they were still ordinary humans after all, and they would be tired. Even the "physical superman" Lu Ke was a little exhausted, and when Logan sprinted and jumped just now, Lu Ke almost didn't stand firm, and the calf muscles that tightened the whole game were faintly weak.

It can be said that both teams fought until the last moment, for the playoffs, for the victory, but also for the faith, the victory or defeat is really in the millimeter, aside from the relationship between the sworn enemies in the same district, this is indeed a wonderful game. It is true that on this court, Lu Ke will never compromise, they will always be mortal enemies, and the next time they meet, Lu Ke will still try his best to win, but Peterson still won Lu Ke's respect with his wonderful performance.

Don't forget that Lu Ke and Peterson are players in the same draft.

But seeing Peterson's vigilant expression, Lu Ke couldn't help but feel a little funny, "Shouldn't it be me who needs to be fully guarded at this time?" I haven't forgotten what I did here two years ago. ”

Peterson couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and it took half a beat to react to what Lu Ke meant, and his expression became a little strange - because he himself is black, he has a lot of understanding of Lu Ke's situation and position, and naturally he can understand the deep meaning of Lu Ke's words.

But Peterson didn't know how to respond, and in the end he just said hard, "Good game." ”

Lu Ke didn't mind, nodded his head, 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 in place, watching Lu Ke's back as he left - logically speaking, he should hate Lu Ke, the kind he hated to the core; But at this time, he found that he couldn't hate it at all, indeed, he didn't like Lu Ke, and even rejected Lu Ke, the two sides were like mortal enemies who didn't share the sky, but that kind of emotion couldn't be strong enough to hate, so, is it because Lu Ke is good enough, or because he is too kind?

let out a long breath, and then Peterson realized that his knees were trembling, and the exhaustion made him almost unsteady, and Lu Ke in his sight was still able to ...... Trot?

Damn the guys!

Peterson quickly punched his knee hard.