Berry had not watched a Kansas City Chiefs game for a long time.
It wasn't because he didn't care. On the contrary, it was precisely because he cared too much and was so anxious that he couldn't help wanting to closely follow the team's every move—
When the team was stuck in a losing streak, when the media hounded Li Wei, when there were ripples in the locker room, Berry wished he could be there, not because he thought he could turn things around, but because he wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with his teammates in battle.
It was his team, and he was part of it, wishing they could move forward or retreat together.
This sentiment could easily unsettle his mental balance, becoming more and more eager and anxious to return to the field, disrupting the rhythm of his rehabilitation.
That was no good.
So, Berry had been learning, learning not to focus on the games, learning to ignore the media's clamor, just concentrating on himself.
