Chapter 1405: Chapter 1404: Ostrich Tactics
In front of Li Wei, Watt didn’t hide anything, openly admitting that he still needed some time to lick his wounds; this defeat was particularly hurtful.
“It’s because I saw it that I came over.” Li Wei simply lay down beside Watt, looking up at the sky, finally relaxing completely. “The game is over. Now, I’m in friend mode, please don’t accidentally hurt your ally.”
Watt, “Ha.”
Laughed again.
But it didn’t last long; the smile quickly faded, pausing for a moment, “Is that it? I, uh, don’t feel real.”
Li Wei, “God, have you not given up yet? If you’re willing, we don’t mind torturing you a bit more, but are you sure you don’t have a masochistic tendency? Before your wedding, I think you might need to confess to Kealia.”
Watt laughed out loud.
Originally, there was a slight sigh and helplessness, that lingering sadness surging up, making the whole chest feel like a black hole, swallowing all light and energy.
But now with Li Wei’s teasing, a smile crept up at the corners of his mouth, and his mood lightened a bit.
Today, Watt really burned out, he had never felt this kind of energy in his professional career, as if he was emptied inside and out, not even wanting to move a finger. Even the curve of his upturned lips couldn’t last long,
Just… powerless.
Watt chuckled twice, making a joke, “Haha, what, give us a little more time, would you guys be unable to hold on anymore?”
Li Wei, “Oh no, you saw through it. But does your team see that?”
Watt turned his head to look at Li Wei, “Didn’t expect you to be such a rookie. What are you implying?”
Li Wei looked straightforward, “I’m not implying anything, I’m stating it clearly. JJ, you’ve given everything to this team, but they might not appreciate it.”
Watt didn’t speak.
Li Wei shrugged slightly, “Do you believe it? They still won’t be satisfied. Your loyalty and contributions shouldn’t be treated this way.”
Watt knew, knowing this made him appear more embarrassed in the face of Li Wei’s frankness, hurriedly diverting the topic with a joke, “Since you know, why didn’t you go easy on us in today’s game, let us win once.”
Li Wei noticed the unnatural expression on Watt’s face.
He understood, Watt devoted everything to the Houston Texans. He always believed that without the Texans, there wouldn’t be his current self.
Watt wasn’t an ungrateful person.
But in the Professional League, profit is king; in the face of real power and interest, all emotions can be sacrificed.
No one is an exception.
Once upon a time, at his peak, Watt was invincible; he was the leader and banner of the Houston Texans, the Polaris that both the team and the city looked up to. Everyone hoped Watt could play the role of savior, lead the team to break through the ceiling, reach the top of the Super Bowl, and fulfill the team’s long-cherished wish.
However, in recent years, Watt has been plagued by injuries, and his condition has declined. In name, he’s still the banner of the Houston Texans, but in reality, he’s standing at the center of the storm. If Watt can’t continue to lead the team to climb high, his salary will become a burden on the team’s salary cap.
Today, the Houston Texans fell short again; even though the team created its best record, entering the conference finals for the first time, no one knows if this will be the last straw to break the camel’s back.
But is the problem really Watt?
Watt exerted 200% of his energy alone, yet he couldn’t drag the whole team forward; after all, football doesn’t work solely by relying on one person. It’s inappropriate to lay all the Houston Texans’ problems on one person’s shoulders — not one person can manage that.
But fans don’t care.
They need a scapegoat, a sacrificial lamb, a target for blame, and a punching bag for venting their anger.
Reality is so simple, yet so cruel.
Actually, what Li Wei wanted to say is that Watt has given all his loyalty; he doesn’t need to feel guilty or think that he owes Houston.
But seeing the disappointment and bewilderment on Watt’s face, Li Wei knew now wasn’t the best time, just as Watt said, he needed some time.
So, Li Wei stopped there, not pushing aggressively to continue piercing Watt’s heart, following Watt’s lead in shifting the focus, “I was actually trying to go easy the entire second half, but you guys kept missing the opportunity. I was at a loss.”
Watt widened his eyes, “You mean you didn’t try your best in the second half? Ha! Wonder who was still bursting with energy during the last drive of the attack.”
“Respect, it’s called respecting your opponent.”
“Get out, you were clearly enjoying yourself.”
Back and forth, neither giving an inch, the two friends were bantering and pulling at each other, not expecting to hear a chaotic commotion from the sidelines of the field.
It could vaguely be sensed that those noises were getting out of control.
What is going on?
Watt and Li Wei exchanged a look, sat up straight, and followed the noise. The scene… was like the Running of the Bulls festival in Spain.
The San Fermin Festival, also known as the Running of the Bulls, is held every July in the small Spanish town of Pamplona. On the day of the festival, six bulls are released from their pens to run through the town streets, and the bustling crowds fill every corner of the town, jointly driving, provoking, and guiding the bulls towards the bullring at the city’s other end. Finally, these six bulls become the prey for the matadors in the afternoon, drawing a crazy climax to the festival celebration.
This event has long evolved into the world-renowned brave person’s game.
In front, Watson was the bull, recklessly charging back and forth in the crowded entrance to the players’ tunnel, without direction and without purpose, uncontrollably chaotic.
“Lies!”
“You’re all lying! I didn’t lose, I tell you, how could I possibly lose!”
“Get out of here! All of you get out of my way! You’re lying to me, all of you are lying to me!”
“I kicked Josh Allen’s ass, I kicked Lamar Jackson’s ass, I also kicked Patrick Mahomes’ and Li Wei’s asses. You’re losers, all of you from top to bottom are incurable losers, I’m the MVP, I’ll make everyone who doubts me regret it!”
“We won, oh yeah, we’re in the Super Bowl, we’re the champions!”
“Haha, we won. We won! Champion, champion!”
Chattering away, buzzing incessantly.
Sometimes fiercely aggressive, sometimes childishly innocent, Watson was fully immersed in his own world, his lost look shocking everyone.
This… what’s going on?
Could it be that Watson went crazy, in the literal sense, lost his mind?
Was Watson so desperately eager for victory, so desperately eager to defeat Li Wei and the Kansas City Chiefs that he couldn’t take the crushing defeat and went mad?
All this in front of them was simply too astonishing; even seeing it with their own eyes, they still doubted, with a head full of questions and unable to make sense of it all.
Watson raised his arms high, cheering and dancing delightedly, celebrating “victory,” his carefree and wild smile didn’t seem like an act, filled with joy and unspeakable happiness, and even amidst the crowd, he kept running chaotically, ecstatically continuing to shout champion, champion, like a madman.
So, what now?