American Football: Domination

Chapter 225: The World Spinning



Danger.

Danger. Danger. Danger!

Lance was teetering on the edge, fighting for survival between a cliff to his left and a tiger to his right. Exhausted and drained, his legs moved purely out of instinct, trying to maintain what little speed he had left. But he could feel it now—the heavy, frantic swats of Chung's hands around his helmet and shoulders, searching for a grip.

Damn it.

The danger meter hit its peak.

Lance knew that if Chung found leverage, it was game over. He'd be dragged to the ground with no chance to resist because his energy was completely tapped out.

The intensity of the NFL? Unparalleled. Relentless, overwhelming, suffocating.

But!

Lance wasn't giving up. He never planned to.

In moments of crisis, calm was his greatest weapon. He'd already completed his mission. At this point, any extra yardage was just a bonus—so why not go for broke?

A bold, insane idea formed in his mind.

No hesitation.

He decided.

He acted.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lance saw Chung's hand latch onto his helmet.

Not good!

Without a second thought, Lance tucked his head as if to pull free from the helmet himself.

In the next moment, he felt Chung's strength bear down like a collapsing mountain.

Pop!

The helmet came off.

His head felt lighter, and his world suddenly grew brighter—but there was no time to breathe.

Using Chung like a pivot, Lance spun.

"Spin, leap, eyes closed," echoed the lyrics in his mind.

In the midst of the chaos, Lance twisted, using the momentum of the pull to execute a perfect spin. In that fleeting moment, he locked eyes with Chung, who stared back in utter disbelief.

Their gazes met briefly before diverging.

Chung veered left. Lance darted right.

Chung stared down at the helmet in his hands, dumbfounded.

"Damn it!"

Before he could react, his own momentum carried him to the ground.

And Lance?

He spun—a full 360 degrees—his entire world a blur. His legs scrambled for stability, one step deep, one step light. He rose to his toes to keep his movements fluid. The sideline loomed dangerously close in his peripheral vision, but he kept his balance and powered forward.

Five-yard line.

The end zone was within reach.

But Lance was at his limit.

What now?

Pushing off the ground, he launched himself forward. His calves burned as he jumped—one last burst of energy. He dove like a torpedo, arms outstretched, body fully airborne.

For a brief moment, the world held its breath. Even the wind and moon seemed to pause to watch.

Lance soared past the plane of the end zone and landed hard on the green turf.

Tweet!

Touchdown.

The end zone referee immediately threw his arms up, signaling a touchdown with resolute clarity.

Roar!

Lance sprang to his feet, his helmet gone, his youthful face fully visible. His features burned with intensity, his fists clenched as he scanned the silent Gillette Stadium crowd. He looked like a lion newly awakened, brimming with unrestrained ferocity.

The once-deafening crowd fell eerily quiet.

The only sound was the wind whispering across the field.

Meanwhile, at The Old Oak Tavern, chaos reigned.

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!"

Chiefs fans lost their minds. Patriots fans were just as unhinged, albeit in despair. Even the neutral spectators couldn't help but join in the madness.

Collective insanity—

One escaped tackle. Four direction changes. A stiff-arm to flatten a safety. A helmet stripped mid-spin to evade a grasp. Finally, a dive to cap off the run with a 40-yard touchdown.

"Play of the game."

"No doubt about it. Actually, forget that—it's a candidate for play of the season. And we're only in Week 1."

"Unbelievable. We just witnessed history."

"Lance, Kansas City Chiefs' No. 23, this year's third overall pick, just cemented his place in the NFL with a mind-blowing performance that silenced Gillette Stadium."

"Speed. Agility. Power. Strength. But most importantly, poise and intelligence. In the face of adversity, he made the perfect decisions to turn a collapsing play into a miracle. This 40-yard touchdown will undoubtedly rank among the season's best. He didn't just break tackles—he broke the will of the Patriots' defense."

"Wow."

"I mean it—wow. This wasn't just good; this was elite."

"If anyone still doubted Lance's ability, they better shut up now before they embarrass themselves."

And now, the reigning Super Bowl champions found themselves on the brink.

Up until the third quarter, the Patriots had dominated. They had controlled the game in every way—scoreboard and momentum. But in the fourth quarter, the Chiefs flipped the script with two offensive drives and one key defensive stand.

The tide had turned.

"42-34."

The gap widened to eight points.

Still, the Patriots weren't out of it. They were down by one score—just a touchdown and a two-point conversion away.

Gillette Stadium's focus shifted. They didn't have time to dwell on the rookie's heroics. The offense was their priority.

The Patriots had been here before.

Brady had been here before.

In the history of the NFL, no one led more fourth-quarter comebacks than Peyton Manning, with 43. But second on that list? Tom Brady, with 39.

The crowd hadn't lost faith.

They stopped jeering Lance and turned their voices to support their leader.

"Offense!"

"Offense!"

The chants surged through the stadium, rallying around Brady.

Three minutes and forty-one seconds remained.

The Patriots had no margin for error. They needed to score—whether by touchdown or field goal—and fast. A failed drive would all but seal their fate.

Their options were limited. They could gamble with an onside kick, a risky play designed to recover the ball immediately after a scoring drive. But the success rate was slim, making it a last-ditch tactic.

The best-case scenario? A touchdown. The bare minimum? A field goal to stay alive.

Brady jogged onto the field.

No one had expected the reigning champions to face this much adversity, let alone in Week 1. But here they were, with Brady shouldering the weight of the game.

The entire stadium erupted, their voices reaching a fever pitch.

"Offense!"

Lance had made his move.

Now it was time for Brady to respond.

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