After endless struggles, the Los Angeles Rams finally managed to find a glimmer of hope, giving everything they had to secure a field goal. The entire team was elated, as though victory was within reach.
And then, with effortless ease, the Kansas City Chiefs strolled forward, confidently executing their balanced attack strategy, seamlessly scoring a passing touchdown to further enlarge their lead.
Splash.
A bucket of cold water was poured over the Rams' hard-won spark of fighting spirit, extinguishing their flame and leaving behind only faint, murky embers.
One glance exchanged, then another, until everyone silently avoided eye contact.
This time, Anderson had no answers either.
All eyes discreetly shifted toward Goff, standing slim and forlorn at the sideline. His broad, straight shoulders sagged, his vacant eyes staring at the field, silently radiating melancholy and vulnerability.
