Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 606

Chapter 606: 605 Secret Base Chapter 606: 605 Secret Base The vehicle moved forward through the night.

Clark watched Li Wei, who was driving intently, and felt no sense of reality.

It was hard to imagine that Li Wei was still the same person he remembered—

Brimming with brilliance, the center of everyone’s attention, without a doubt the most valuable player on the Kansas City Chiefs team, and one of the few in the League.

Yet, he was still down-to-earth, still approachable, as if nothing had changed except the passage of time.

“Master?”

“Hmm?”

“So, how did you come to think of becoming a coach?”

Clark was startled, then laughed wryly, “I can’t believe you held back until now.

I thought you’d ask the moment we met.”

Li Wei shrugged lightly, “Continuing with football is a dream, returning to a nine-to-five job is also a dream, and choosing to start a family in the face of daily life’s trivial matters is yet another dream.

I don’t think anyone’s dream is greater than anyone else’s.

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Everyone lives their life earnestly, and everyone deserves respect.”

“Brother, I hope to continue seeing you on the football field, but I’d be just as happy to see you somewhere else.

How could I ever forget those games, right?”

Clark remembered how all the staff members of the Kansas City Chiefs couldn’t stop praising Li Wei—it wasn’t forced flattery.@@@@

That admiration and recognition were inadvertently shown, and now he understood why.

Li Wei never placed himself above others; that was the key.

But this is Li Wei, isn’t it?

Clark couldn’t help but smile, “Remember the wildcard game?”

“Titan.”

“Right, you and Derrick Henry, the two Heisman Trophy winners before and after you, and figures who have made their names in the history of the Crimson Tide Storm, happened to meet in the professional playoffs.

Of course, we couldn’t miss it.

In fact, we watched the game together.”

“Wait, if it was the wildcard game, that means it was the nationwide championship weekend, right?”

“Yes, we were about to face Georgia, but no one wanted to miss your game.

That game, wow, even if I close my eyes now, my blood still boils with excitement.”

“No way, there were still the conference championship and the Super Bowl after that.”

Li Wei joked, but Clark was completely serious, “It’s true.”

Li Wei said, “Every Chiefs player and fan knows it.

On game days, it’s as lively here as it is at Arrowhead Stadium.”

Clark was a disciplined man.

He knew he had many shortcomings as an assistant coach, and the only reason he had gone from the NCAA to the NFL was because of Burns.

To not let Burns down, or embarrass Li Wei, he devoted one hundred percent of his time to his team duties.

Spare time?

What’s that?

Forget spare time, even eating and going to the bathroom were spent analyzing tactics.

Except for taking showers and sleeping, Clark dedicated all his time to work.

So, Old Oak Tavern remained a legend to him.

Li Wei had anticipated this, and after studying game footage for the day, he brought Clark here.

Just as with tactics and expertise, understanding the team culture and the fans’ culture is actually an inseparable part of a professional team.

Standing at the entrance, Clark surveyed the tavern—

Feeling somewhat let down.

It was a very ordinary tavern; the letter “K” above “The-Old-Oak” had already fallen off and was hanging by a thread.

The patchy red paint above the storefront had faded and peeled off in the wind and rain, and the dusty brick walls looked dim and dreary.

Even the windows were covered with a layer of dust.

This place?

Honestly, if Clark had driven past, he wouldn’t have stopped.

This inconspicuous spot is the holy land for Kansas City Chiefs fans?

Though he thought this, Clark didn’t say it out loud.

Having come from a small town himself, he knew the heavy toll the economic crisis of 2008 had taken.

Even though recovery is slowly ensuing, it’s mainly happening in the big cities on the East and West Coasts; the cities and towns in the central regions keep emptying out.

Young people who fled to big cities for survival during the economic crisis have not returned, leaving these cities unable to regain their vitality.

Li Wei noticed Clark’s expression but said nothing—

This sight precisely demonstrated what the tavern had gone through in half a century of weathering storms, and it was also why it could bring fans together.

Before they could even step inside, they saw West coming out the door with a large garbage bin of food waste, his face flushed and dripping with sweat.

Li Wei took the initiative to offer help, “Hey, need a hand?”

West looked up, and spotting Li Wei in the dim light of the night, he was so startled he almost let the garbage bin fly out of his hands, narrowly averting disaster.