Dominate the Super Bowl

"Crimson Tide, roar!"

"Salute to Washington!"

"Crimson Tide, roar!"

"Salute to Washington!"

Heatwaves rolled and thunder struck with immense force, as echoes vibrated through the air above the Georgia Dome, and the supportive chants from both sides clashed, releasing an unbelievable energy. It seemed as if the whole city of Atlanta trembled slightly with the reverberation.

The University of Washington fans shouted till their voices were hoarse, showing their fighting spirit and will to win without backing down an inch in face of the NCAA top seed, the University of Alabama. The air was thick with an aggressive aura, spreading in every direction.

At kickoff, they indeed demonstrated their prowess, with the often overlooked, underestimated, and forgotten Offensive group firmly suppressing the Crimson Tide Storm's highly coveted Defensive group of the season, scoring the first point. Their spectacular performance ignited passion—

Fans, having lost all reason, were caught up in fervor.

"7:0".

Clearly, such a start, breaking expectations, was something nobody had anticipated.

In the broadcasting booth, the commentators couldn't help but exclaim.

"Indeed, a bowl game is a bowl game; the whole atmosphere, feeling, and state of play is completely different. The University of Washington, standing on this stage, isn't content with being a side character. They long for the championship and are proving with their actions that they aren't here at the Georgia Dome just to play around.

The defending champions need to watch out; their opponents aren't just Clemson."

Before the game, almost all media unanimously focused on the University of Alabama and Clemson University, speculating whether both teams could meet for the second year in a row at the nationwide championship. But now, the University of Washington wasn't content to be forgotten:

Don't act as if we don't exist.

The fires of battle had been lit.

Humphrey's face was filled with frustration.

In the first wave of offense and defense, Humphrey was too wound up. That's the thing with competitive sports: being too tense might lead to poor performance, and the same goes for being overly excited. Humphrey just couldn't find his rhythm, failing to defend his position at two critical moments.

Directly opposite him, Humphrey saw Li Wei waiting on the sidelines with his helmet, ready to come on after the Special Duty Group's kickoff, his cheeks slightly red, somewhat restrained.

Li Wei bumped Humphrey's shoulder with his helmet, displaying a smile, "No worries, Little Humph, watch us. We'll let them feel the full force of the Crimson Tide Storm. Don't forget, we're a team."

That teasing tone was clearly a boast, which made Humphrey roll his eyes in resignation and turn to the defensive team captain for help.

Allen simply spread his hands, with a look of helplessness on his face.

Humphrey looked up at the sky with despair, and then once again towards the jubilantly fist-bumping Browning and Ross on the opposite side of the field, gritting his teeth in determination.

The Crimson Tide Storm's Offensive group took the field.

Before the season began, probably no one expected that Saban's team would show such dominance on offense, even surpassing last year's performance—after all, last season was all about Derrick Henry. But this season saw Li Wei, Jacobs, and Hertz blooming at multiple points, thoroughly upgrading and truly becoming one of the NCAA's top teams.

However, the University of Washington's Defensive group also appeared full of confidence and initiative.

Budda Baker was ready, prepared to make a name for himself on the national stage, to let the NCAA and the entire NFL witness his talent, hoping the professional teams were also ready to welcome the arrival of a prodigy.

Striding lightly onto the field, Baker instantly spotted the soul of the Crimson Tide Storm's Offensive group:

Li Wei.

Just at the right time, Li Wei also noticed him, and their eyes met at the moment they raised their heads.

Sparks flew.

Baker's smile gently curled into a cruel grin as he raised his right thumb and slowly drew it across his throat, then he gestured at Li Wei with his forefinger, gently swaying it, his eyes brimming with pity and sympathy.

Li Wei, the running back, didn't look the part – not strong, not fierce, nor rugged. Instead, he carried the elegant poise of a delicate scholar; moreover, his clear and handsome appearance had won the hearts of countless girls. Rumor had it that the love letters written to Li Wei had overflowed the mailbox of the Crimson Tide Storm, and even the major news media praised Li Wei's demeanor.

At this moment, Li Wei hadn't put on his helmet yet, and the venue of the Georgia Dome was filled with the clamorous screams of infatuated girls, shattering the sky, as if this was not a football match but an idol singer's concert.

What a pity.

Today, he, Budda Baker, would trample and teach Li Wei a good lesson; his teammates would leave Li Wei humiliated and with dirt on his face, and that pretty face might just accidentally get bruised and injured.

Alas, those girls would surely feel heartache then.

But he had no intention of being gentle or cherishing the delicate—he would "care for" this rookie thoroughly.

"Heh heh," Baker chuckled dryly as he jogged towards the kickoff line to take his position.

"Li Wei?" Hertz noticed as well and couldn't help but pat Li Wei on the shoulder. "That guy can't really have a crush on you, can he?" Making a rare joke, one could see just how relaxed the offensive group of the Crimson Tide Storm was—

This season, from being green to mature, from estrangement to harmony, the young and vibrant offensive group had withstood severe trials and metamorphosed through confidence forged in a hundred battles; how could they be easily shaken?

Hertz believed in Li Wei, even if Li Wei was referred to as a "rookie"; as long as Li Wei stood behind him, he knew they were ready to face all challenges.

Li Wei just shrugged lightly. "Ah, being too charming is such a hassle."

"Haha." Hertz burst out laughing.

Anyone with clear eyes could see that the offensive group of the Crimson Tide Storm was at ease.

Then, both sides took their formation, and the air tensed up.

So, how would the Crimson Tide Storm commence their attack?

In the first half of the season, the Crimson Tide Storm often started with a ground attack, steadily breaking open the situation. As their ground attack developed reputation, the Crimson Tide Storm would often begin with passing plays; Hertz's passing ability had visibly improved, which gave Saban even more confidence.

But facing the University of Washington, would the Crimson Tide Storm dare to engage in a direct assault with passing plays against the University of Washington?

"Attack!"

Hertz announced the kickoff, and suddenly, the game changed—

Blitz!

The University of Washington paid no regard to the University of Alabama's offensive tactics; like their first wave of offense, their first wave of defense was also proactive. They chose to blitz, pressuring with full force all at once.

Undoubtedly, the University of Washington was brave and bold, fully prepared, once again demonstrating their confidence in victory and the championship.

This was, indeed, an unexpected move—

The University of Washington, like the University of Alabama, employed a "3-4" defensive formation, with three defensive linemen and four linebackers. Such a defense did not often blitz.

Especially at the beginning of the game?

Generally, the opening is according to pre-game tactical deployment, playing with one's best tactics. There's no need for surprise victories, but the University of Washington's unconventional start aimed to firmly seize the opening and reverse the situation.

Five-man rush.

The University of Washington capitalized on their numerical advantage, like tigers descending from the mountains, breaking the balance.

For a moment, it was almost an illusion—were the University of Washington the undefeated top seed of the season?