"9:3."
Despite the Philadelphia Eagles scoring the first touchdown, they missed the extra point, failing to extend their lead. Instead, the situation became subtly unstable, and what should have been a momentum boost for the Eagles turned into a brief period of doubt.
On the sidelines, Reid was already thinking several moves ahead—
Details.
The more important the game, the more critical the details.
The Eagles' offense had just broken the deadlock, executing a flawless drive to score a touchdown. In the rush of adrenaline, it was easy to become overly excited.
So—
In their extra point attempt, the Eagles' special teams appeared a bit rushed.
After all, it was just an extra point—something that's practiced hundreds, even thousands of times, without a single miss. It's almost like an automatic task.
But when players think "it's a given," mistakes can happen.
The Chiefs seized the opportunity, deliberately focusing all their pressure on the Eagles' left side while attacking their right, creating a psychological suggestion. This caused Elliott to shift slightly to the right during his kick.
On the Super Bowl stage, even the smallest miscalculation is magnified.
And thus, the mistake occurred.
Pederson was frustrated, but he didn't blame the young Elliott. It was part of growing, part of the journey on the professional field.
Silently, Pederson crossed the field, eyeing Reid, who remained calm and composed, not celebrating, just refocusing on the game.
Immediately, Pederson sensed the urgency.
It was absurd—Philadelphia had scored first, yet the momentum had swung in favor of the Kansas City Chiefs, with the Eagles appearing a little flustered.
Pederson tried to control the game, but now, it was the Chiefs who had seized the initiative.
Reid showed no sign of celebrating Elliott's miss. He turned swiftly, directing his team's focus on the next offensive drive.
And sure enough—
The Chiefs' offense came out again, showing remarkable focus.
Lance continued to play his role as a decoy. The Chiefs had designed multiple tactical strategies around this, including two running back sets, running back paired with tight end plays, and even using running backs as tight ends with four wide receivers. The entire offensive setup was complex and dynamic.
Pass and run, a balanced attack—the Chiefs chose to play it steady, relying on their ground game to clash head-on with the Eagles' defense. And at key moments, they unleashed creativity with surprise plays—
From Smith to Hill.
The Chiefs' quarterback found his top receiver, connecting on a 50-yard pass that spanned the entire field, bringing the football into the red zone, just ten yards away from the end zone.
Boom.
A heavy blow.
Kansas City, often criticized for lacking explosiveness in the passing game, had slowly refined their approach over the course of the season. They weren't just making big passes now—they were making them count. When Smith threw a Hail Mary in the division game against the New England Patriots, it shocked the entire league. But now, a 50-yard connection barely raised an eyebrow.
This was progress.
Instantly, the pressure came crashing down on the Eagles, but there was no time to regret, no time to sulk. They had to respond.
In the critical moments, the Eagles' defense once again showed its strength in the red zone.
Second down and four. Smith had already moved out of the pocket, but when his short pass to Kelce was broken up, the Eagles' hard-hitting secondary took down Kelce. The force of the hit sent Kelce to the ground, and there were concerns about an injury. With the team doctor's insistence, Kelce left the field for evaluation, and the tension in the stadium soared.
Gunpowder filled the air.
"Lance."
"Lance with the ball. This isn't a decoy. Lance with the ball, running it up the field."
"A quick juke."
"A second juke!"
"Full contact!"
"Spin move!"
"Wow, Lance breaks free from three defenders, his footwork almost unbelievable—dizzying, fluid—he rips open a gap!"
"Malcolm Jenkins!"
"Safety Jenkins is in position to fill the gap."
"Lance! Jenkins!"
"Jenkins! Lance!"
"Tackle!"
"Jenkins makes the tackle! He clearly remembers the lesson from Week 2, staying locked in, and he brings Lance down just one yard shy of the end zone."
"Fourth down and one..."
For a brief second, it felt like the Chiefs' drive had been stopped, but in a shocking twist, the stalemate was broken. The air that had been frozen exploded, and a mushroom cloud of excitement rose.
"Oh my God!"
"Jesus Christ!"
"Lance, Lance is charging, Lance is breaking through! He's not giving up!"
"This isn't over. Neither the Chiefs nor the Eagles are giving up. Players are converging. This is a clash of power against power."
"Lance is pushing through, Jenkins is struggling. Lance won't settle for a ground game. Jenkins is giving everything he has."
"Yellow flag!"
"Jenkins, holding!"
"Breakaway!"
Even with the penalty, Jenkins couldn't stop Lance—unbelievable, unbelievable! Lance breaks the tackle!"
"Spin. Break free. Move forward."
"End zone!"
"Touchdown!"
"Ah! Ahhhh! Touchdown!"
A tingle ran down the spine. Goosebumps erupted in a collective scream.
Agile. Light-footed.
Strong. Powerful.
Grace and strength combined.
Lance's first true touch of the game was a miracle, bringing the Chiefs a touchdown.
It was madness.
Utter madness!
"He's here, he's there, he's everywhere! He's the edge-walker—Lance! Lance! Lance!"
The song played again, swirling over U.S. Bank Stadium.
Lance turned to face Jenkins, facing down the Eagles' defense. His eyes burned with fiery determination.
"Ah!"
One roar.
"Ah!"
Another roar.
Like the roar of a lion.
The Eagles' defenders, gasping for breath, stared at Lance, their gazes locked in a silent confrontation—
Whether as a decoy or a running back, Lance remained the Eagles' greatest headache, their unsolvable problem.
Then—
Lance ignored the defeated defenders, striding toward the sideline and handing the ball to kicker Butker.
Now, it was time for the Chiefs' rookie kicker to shine.
From one rookie to another, Butker was excited, his nerves electrified from the soles of his feet to his scalp. Holding the ball felt like carrying the weight of the world.
But Butker held steady.
One clean kick.
The extra point sailed through, despite the Eagles' special teams trying to disrupt it with some tricks. A player hurdled the line, charging like a tiger, aiming to break the balance and possibly sack Butker. But Butker remained focused, 100% determined.
"9:10."
The Chiefs took the lead.
At that moment, Butker was the hero.
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