Dominate the Super Bowl

"God, God God God, oh, God!"

"On the very brink of an interception, Li Wei catches the football before it hits the ground, dodges a tackle, shakes off another—flipping Watkins over in the process—and then evades a second grab, breaking away for the end zone like a frenzied dance on the blade's edge."

"Touchdown!"

"A forty-three-yard rushing touchdown!"

"Incredible, simply incredible!"

"The game is not over, God, the Alabama Crimson Tide Storm come back from the dead with an unparalleled performance, bringing suspense back into the game."

"Saban's Crimson Tide Storm shows the quality of kings once again, proving they are still the team that all NCAA teams desperately want to defeat but find so difficult to beat. The Clemson Tigers were very, very close, but now Saban has thrown another challenge to Sweeney."

"With the next offense, should they play conservatively and wind down the clock waiting for victory, or should they take a risk and seize the initiative?"

Madness.

The entire Richmond James Stadium is in utter frenzy, engulfed in a sea of red, with roaring support echoing to the skies, and the inside and outside of the stadium trembling and shaking as if it were a lone canoe amidst tumultuous waves.

However.

Li Wei does not celebrate; he merely glances over at the gathering of Clemson Tigers players, a hurried glance, his gaze landing on Watson—

The game, it's still not over.

Li Wei's eyes are so resolute and bright, flashing with a hint of murderous intent.

Watson: Crap.

He was nearly out of control, ready to slam his helmet, but Watson managed to keep it together, focusing as much as he could on himself.

The advantage is still with the Clemson Tigers; they absolutely will not let the scene from the spring training camp happen again.

Not a chance.

Watson almost bit through his teeth.

And Li Wei has already turned back towards his team, stuffs the football he had just carried into the end zone into the arms of the Alabama defensive group captain, Allen—n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

They, are a team.

Relying solely on offense or solely on defense, they could not win; they need to come together. The offense has done its part, now it's the defense's turn.

Allen understands.

Taking the football from Li Wei, he straightens his back, his eyes also flashing with determination.

"It's our turn now."

Just a simple phrase, but weighty as a thousand jun.

Honestly, today, the Crimson Tide Storm Defense hasn't played well, and Watson's godlike performance has dominated and created the current situation.

If the Crimson Tide Storm Defense doesn't step up now, there will be no chance left.

Not only must they be tough, but they also have to be quick—

In football, there are only three timeouts for the entire game; additionally, there is an official timing stop two minutes before the end of the first and second half.

Beyond that, if you want to stop the clock, you either run out of bounds to stop it or throw the football to the ground to create a dead-ball situation, wasting an offensive opportunity to pause the time.

At this moment.

After Li Wei's rushing touchdown, there are two minutes and twenty-nine seconds left in the game; the Alabama Crimson Tide Storm just used one timeout and now have two left.

Without a doubt, the safest and most prudent way for the Clemson Tigers is to use the ground game to run down the clock; but whether Sweeney is bold and risky enough to adopt a more aggressive strategy, nobody can predict.

"51:44".

Following the Alabama Special Duty Group's steady extra point kick, the score gap narrows to a single touchdown, and the game time consumes another five seconds.

As both special duty groups prepare for the kickoff, the game time ticks down to two minutes and eighteen seconds.

Finally, the Clemson Tigers Offensive group and the Alabama Crimson Tide Storm Defense take the field.

Sure enough—

Sweeney chose to play conservatively, relying on the running back's ground offense to run down the clock. His tactical objective was not to advance yards but to protect ball possession above all.

However, the Alabama Crimson Tide Storm Defense was extremely tough, taking down the running back immediately to minimize the loss of time as much as possible.

First down and ten yards, a loss of one yard. Including the tactical discussion before the kick-off, observation, judgment, and the running back's advance, a total of twenty-two seconds were consumed.

Official two-minute warning, with one minute and fifty-six seconds remaining in the game.

Second down and eleven yards, the Crimson Tide Storm Defense stopped them at the line of scrimmage. The Clemson Tigers' running back deliberately refused to go down, running down the clock, taking a total of twenty-one seconds before finally going to ground.

Saban didn't hesitate to use his second timeout, with one minute and thirty-five seconds left in the game.

Third down and eleven yards, hanging by a thread.

If the Clemson Tigers could complete the third down conversion to get a new set of downs, and also waste Saban's last timeout opportunity, then the Clemson Tigers could effectively kill the game.

But the question was, they needed to risk the third-down conversion, which could present risks and add unpredictability to the game. So, what should they choose?

Sweeney was calculating, Saban was as well, and the sparks of this gamble reached a climax in this moment.

"Attack!"

Watson's snap count cut through the air.

Immediately, Allen burst out, eyes locked on only one figure—

Watson.

Blitz!

At the most critical and dangerous moment, Saban's defense also chose a bold strategy to break the impasse, rarely seen rushing to apply pressure on the quarterback.

Stomp, stomp, stomp.

Allen moved forward without hesitation, pushing away the offensive lineman he was facing as if they were made of paper, stepping forward, and immediately spotting Watson, who was still holding the ball, observing.

That's right.

Saban guessed that Sweeney would take a risk, still trusting in Watson's capabilities, after all, today Watson indeed displayed an incredible competitive state. Relying on Watson's individual abilities to complete a pass or a run, attempting to make the third-down conversion.

The Clemson Tigers still had a way out, didn't they?

Thus, the Crimson Tide Storm chose to blitz.

Allen clenched his teeth, the whole game had been suffocating, frustrating, and oppressive, but he never lost faith or focus.

Take a step, extend arms, sack.

Allen kept his attention highly focused, seizing every slight advantage from the tactics to preempt, launching himself at Watson the moment he observed and read the defense.

Wait, Watson tried to escape, his footsteps shuffling.

Today, they had been eluded and fooled by Watson too many times, but not this time.

Allen reacted quickly, following Watson's movements. Just as Watson was about to change direction again, Allen didn't give him the chance, capitalizing on the slight tactical advantage to step forward and sack him.

Grapple!

Tackle!

Bang——

The world was reduced to a single noise, stretched out and lengthened.

Ah, ah, ahhh!

From the depths of Allen's Dantian, an astonishing energy burst forth, forcefully bringing Watson down, who seemed as delicate as a boneless rose crushed to the ground.

The next second.

Fumble!

A football, like a sprite, shot out, followed by a figure who dashed forward swiftly, leaping and surging before the chaotic encirclement tightened, securing the football firmly in his embrace. He curled up, protecting the football with his body, blocking all the raging wind and torrential rain outside.

In Humphrey's mind, there was only one belief—

Ball possession, Marlon, ball possession!