Brady: Shit.
With a roll, Brady stood up, glaring at Revis with a menacing look. What kind of secret Power Pill had this guy taken during halftime? Why had he suddenly become so energetic? Why was a mercenary working so hard?
But Revis didn't care at all, flaunting a triumphant smile and provocatively flexing his biceps. He clashed head-on without showing any weakness, causing Brady's chest to seize up before he turned and violently swung his fist.
Revis ignored Brady. With a turn, he could see the faces of the Kansas City Chiefs, clenching their fists, roaring, and cheering, all uniting solidly to applaud his performance.
That feeling, truly missed.
It reminded Revis once again of why he could never forget this sport.
It was this moment, right here, right now.
Unconsciously, Revis also felt his blood starting to boil.
"The Kansas City Chiefs have responded in the second half."
