"It's a running play, Marcus Lynch is moving back quickly, using the gap in the opponent's defense that hasn't had time to react, trying to break through the defense with a run! Wait, it's not a run! Lynch is matching up against Harrison! My God! Lynch slams into Harrison, who obviously didn't expect this and loses his balance, missing his first chance at a sack."

"Lu Ke is moving to the left. His footwork in the pocket is very steady. He's calmly observing his targets, not at all like a rookie. He's looking, still looking, and raises his hand to pass! The target is Crabtree! Wait, it's a fake pass! Crabtree and Vernon have done a cross-run, and Clark is providing backup coverage!"

"Lu Ke is getting ready to pass! Ted Ginn! Ted Ginn is breaking through the defense quickly. Foote can't keep up with his speed. Polamalu is rushing to provide backup coverage, wait! Oh my God! Oh my God! Lu Ke adjusted his steps. It was another pump fake! My God, the 49ers' pocket protection this time is absolutely beautiful! There's no threat at all!"

"Harrison has gotten past Lynch. Harrison is still trying to sack Lu Ke. Yellow flag, yellow flag on the field! Another yellow flag!"

"Lu Ke takes a step forward, dodges Harrison's tackle, and lets go! Lu Ke finally lets go of the ball! This pass! Wait, the sun is a bit blinding. I can't see the arc or the direction of the pass. It's definitely a rainbow pass. The parabola is very beautiful. Here it comes, here it comes! Here it comes! The rainbow pass has appeared! Jesus Christ! Logan Newman! It's thrown to Logan Newman!"

"The entire backfield has gone completely crazy! All the players are quickly gathering in the upper right corner of the field! My God!"

Logan didn't rush to accelerate. Instead, he made it seem like he was looking for an open spot to receive in the short-pass area. Because Ike Taylor was a nimble cornerback, and in a speed matchup, Logan didn't have the advantage. So, Logan had to fully use his size advantage to get open.

In the short-pass area, Logan moved steadily toward the medium-pass area at a moderate speed. Ike kept trying to get into position, but Logan used his weight and size advantage to aggressively apply pressure, stubbornly holding his ground. The two of them kept pushing against each other, their feet leaving the 10-yard short-pass area and entering the medium-pass area.

Without any warning, Logan slammed his shoulder into Ike, and at the same time, pushed outward with both hands. Using the counter-force, he took the opportunity to sprint toward the deep area. With a planned move against an unprepared opponent, Ike immediately lost his balance and stumbled to the side. But he was an excellent cornerback, and even though he hadn't anticipated Logan's move, he was always ready. He tried his best to control his balance, started again, and quickly chased after Logan.

In a split-second burst, Logan used his short-burst power to the max. He fully unleashed his acceleration within ten yards. He ran like a tank toward the end zone, rumbling past the 40-yard line, past the 30-yard line. His speed had reached its peak. Although he didn't have the ability to accelerate a second time, Logan maintained his top speed, continuing to charge forward with tremendous force.

Ignoring Ike who was chasing him and Clark and Polamalu who had adjusted their balance in time to provide backup coverage, Logan remained completely focused on maintaining his maximum speed. He could even feel his muscles burning, literally "burning fat."

Deep down in his mind, he cursed. "More weight? More weight? If I keep gaining weight, I'll become a whale with no speed advantage, and my ability to make plays downfield will drop significantly. I feel like a panting seal right now, and I can't go any faster."

"Damn strength training!"

He was absolutely not cursing because he was resisting strength training.

The 20-yard line, the 15-yard line. He could vaguely see the figures of the defenders in his peripheral vision. Ike was relentlessly pursuing him from behind, but because of his size advantage, Logan had the upper hand. Polamalu was still about 10 to 12 yards away. Now, it was a race to see who could get into the end zone first!

Gritting his teeth, Logan managed to find a burst of strength for a second acceleration. He felt like a whirlwind, charging past the 10-yard line and the 5-yard line. With a small adjustment of his footwork, he made a sharp turn, used his shoulder to slam into the nearby Ike, and his powerful size sent Ike stumbling. Then, he saw Polamalu charging toward him like a high-speed train.

Logan took a big step, got into position in time, and raised his right hand, extending it with power. He used it to push against Polamalu's body like a stick, creating space between them. At the same time, he raised his left hand high, completely ignoring Polamalu. He was focused on the football's landing spot, quickly adjusting his footwork.

He could clearly see the trajectory of the football's rapid spin. With a light tap of his fingertips, his large hand firmly grabbed the football. Then, in the next moment, he took a big step back, let go with his left hand, and moved out of the way. Polamalu fell to the ground in front of him like a skyscraper collapsing.

But Polamalu still didn't give up. He reached out with his left hand and grabbed Logan's calf.

"Damn it!" Logan could only curse loudly, and then his whole body was flipped over, and he fell hard onto the turf.

In the next moment, the screams and shouts from the entire stadium came crashing down like a mountain and a tsunami, "Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh!"

The continuous roars clearly signaled the referee's call, "Touchdown! It's a touchdown!"

In that instant, the entire North American continent was on fire, igniting all the passion and excitement. Candlestick Park was just the tip of the iceberg.

Charles Davis could no longer contain his anger and frustration. He stood up abruptly, his knee hitting the coffee table. The excruciating pain swept over him, and he flipped the entire coffee table over. The clatter of the mess still couldn't release his raging anger. "F***! F***! F***!" His furious roars grew wilder and more irritable, exploding endlessly.

But this anger hadn't had a chance to burn before it was drowned out by a giant wave. Outside the windows, on the streets, and throughout the city, cheers, shouts, and roars were everywhere, coming in a continuous, overwhelming stream. They echoed through the city's buildings, creating an illusion of a sea of stars, as if all of Los Angeles was watching this Monday Night Football game and going crazy over it.

But for God's sake! When did Los Angeles start getting so hyped about football? When did Los Angeles start watching Monday Night Football? Why did it feel like the whole city was going crazy for just one football game?

It was impossible. This couldn't be happening. He must have gone insane!

The entire city of San Francisco went crazy. The entire city of Oakland went crazy. The entire Bay Area went crazy. The entire state of California went crazy. What was more important, the entire North American continent went crazy. Every single person who was glued to their TV set could no longer suppress their emotions. Curses, exclamations, praises, and gasps all poured out.

Except for Pittsburgh. Maybe Glendale and Seattle could also be excluded.

"Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!"

"What the f*** is going on! What just happened! What happened! I can't believe my eyes! My God! This is so amazing!"

"This quarterback is completely crazy! A lunatic! But I like this lunatic!"

"I love him! I love him! God, I really love him!"

"A beast. This is a real beast! When did a beast like this appear in the league?"

"He's a Chinese player? Goddammit! Can I have a dozen of these Chinese players? He's so ferocious! That deep pass just now! My God, was that a 55-yard pass? So accurate? My goodness! I can't believe my eyes!"

"What's his name again? I think the Steelers are in real danger now!"

"Steelers! My Steelers! Wake up! What's wrong? What in the world is wrong with you?"

NaVorro Bowman caused a fumble, Aldon Smith recovered the ball, and the 49ers finally regained the initiative with a drive starting from their own 47-yard line.

Everyone thought it would be a run or a short pass, a steady push to advance. But the 49ers, who had just come on the field, lined up in a dangerous formation. A fake play, and then another fake play. After a big loop, they boldly and riskily chose a deep pass, and it was a fatal strike aimed at the end zone.

Lu Ke passed the ball, and Logan Newman caught it. A 55-yard deep pass connection, and a successful touchdown. Although there was a yellow flag on the field, it was for a holding penalty on Harrison, so the penalty was nullified, and the offense successfully scored a touchdown.

The San Francisco 49ers closed the gap on the scoreboard again in the shortest amount of time and with the fastest speed. The suspense was truly back on the table. This was what "anything is possible" meant. You can never decide the final winner until the very last moment!

Then, David Akers kicked in the extra point, and the score was 24-27. The difference was now within field goal range.

The Pittsburgh Steelers, who came back on the field, didn't seem to be affected. Roethlisberger's ankle injury didn't seem to be a problem. He was back on the field, advancing steadily. He didn't take any risks but wasn't too conservative either. After two successful third-down conversions, the tension of the game gradually thickened. Finally, Roethlisberger successfully found the brilliant Brown again, and with a single breath, they pushed to the opponent's 17-yard line.

The San Francisco 49ers' defense, which always seemed to be a little unlucky at crucial moments, finally managed to stop the opponent at the 17-yard line, forcing a three-and-out.

At this moment, the referee blew the whistle for the two-minute warning. This meant that there were two minutes left in the game. The Pittsburgh Steelers were facing a fourth and six situation. By all accounts, they shouldn't go for it and should try a field goal instead. If they succeeded, the score difference would once again be six points, leaving the San Francisco 49ers with only one chance: a touchdown!

But what if the Steelers decided to go for it?

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