Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 235 234 Schadenfreude

"Everyone knows that Andy Reid is a typical passing game coach, and his plays often revolve around passing offense, with the ground game serving as a support to establish an advantage for the passing offense,"

"Even during the Jamaal Charles era, this strategy never changed."

"But."

"Because of the outstanding ground game performance in the last match, Reid made the rare decision to shift the strategy towards the ground game, attempting to avoid the excellent pass defense of the Philadelphia Eagles, but he ran into Pederson's sniping."

"Throughout the first half, the Kansas Chiefs Offense chose the ground attack nineteen times, but the efficiency wasn't high, advancing only seventy-three yards in total."

"This is the key point."

Sprawling and spitting, Bart finally found his opportunity to perform.

On the other side, Lawson wanted to speak up but stopped hesitantly: Sir, did your math teacher teach PE?

Eighteen passes, nineteen runs—in a football game, this is called a balanced pass-run offense, which is exactly what head coaches strive for.

Moreover, nineteen running plays for seventy-three yards average 3.84 yards per carry, which indeed is average but far from being considered poor.

In fact, what really went poorly for the Kansas Chiefs in the first half were the finer details.

A miss on a fifty-one-yard field goal by the Special Duty Group, a fumble by running back Hunter leading to a turnover—that's what caused the Kansas Chiefs' balanced offense to dominate the game but failed to widen the score gap.

However, coming from Bart's mouth, did it transpose to the running backs' full responsibility?

This pacing...

But, after a brief hesitation, Lawson ultimately didn't interrupt Bart.

Not because he couldn't, but because the ground defense of the Philadelphia Eagles indeed did perform well, and Li Wei and Hunter's ground advances were just adequate.

Here, one concept needs to be clarified:

The Bombing Corps.

From the 2012 to the 2015 season, the Defensive group of the Seattle Seahawks was known as the "Bombing Corps," instilling fear into their opponents.

In the 2013 season Super Bowl showdown, that was the peak battle for the Bombing Corps, facing off against the Denver Broncos Offense led by the regular season MVP, Manning.

"Without sufficient ground support, Smith struggled on his own. Just one game later, the Kansas City Chiefs Offense was reduced to its original form." Your journey continues with empire

Enduring and enduring some more, Bart had used all his strength and still couldn't control himself.

"I always said—"

"Li Wei's metal has yet to be tested over time."

The words slipped out, and Bart couldn't help but let a slight smile creep up the corners of his mouth.

"As of now in this game, Li Wei is completely lost in the Philadelphia Eagles' iron meat grinder, with no performance worth mentioning, back to mediocrity."

"We should be nurturing to rookies, we should give them time to grow..."

Yadda yadda yadda.

That whole pained and earnest demeanor, as if he truly had Li Wei's best interests at heart, a concern for Li Wei that was as clear as day and month, was nearly convincing.

If it weren't for the smile creeping up, the slight shaking of his head, it might have been somewhat persuasive, but with his current demeanor, the schadenfreude was hardly concealable, just short of pairing it with a beer and a plate of cheese sticks to celebrate—

What happened to giving rookies a little room to grow?

Finally!

Bart had finished speaking. If at this moment viewers had just turned on their TVs and heard this commentary, they would've thought the Kansas City Chiefs were losing by a large margin, but upon seeing the actual score, they'd become utterly perplexed—

Wait, isn't it the Kansas City Chiefs who are ahead in the score?

Even if it's only by three points, it's still a lead! Why is the atmosphere so somber, as if the Kansas City Chiefs are trailing by three touchdowns?

The whole studio felt like a funeral parlor, leaving one at a loss for words.

Maybe that's not entirely fair to say, as at least Bart seemed in high spirits, coming off like that distant relative at a wake who starts ranting after a couple of shots of whisky, whom nobody has ever met or even knows the name of, but begins to grandly reminisce after a few drinks.

Oblivious to the fact that he's playing the role of the clown.

But Bart doesn't care—

As long as he's having a good time, that's all that matters.