Dominate the Super Bowl

"Rookie, what did Aaron Rodgers say to you after the game?"

"From the atmosphere of the post-game handshake, we could sense the tension. What exactly happened?"

"In the final moments of this game, both teams had disagreements about the calls. What's your opinion on this?"

"Some believe that the Kansas City Chiefs' victory benefited from a home-field advantage. After the game, did Aaron Rodgers complain to you about this issue?"

"How do you feel about Aaron Rodgers completing the Hail Mary but losing the game?"

"Do you think the Kansas City Chiefs' victory was luck?"

In a bustling manner, the Kansas City Chiefs' post-game press conference room was lively and packed. Surrounded layer upon layer, reporters were eager to fan the flames and stir up trouble, trying to squeeze out every ounce of value from this game, with their eyes glaring hungrily at Li Wei as if they could swallow him alive.

This scene was entirely predictable—

As the undisputed focus of week eight of the regular season, combined with the NFL's centennial season activities, the continuous promotion pushed the excitement to a new peak.

At this moment, everything exploded.

If the siege on Li Wei was already this intense, one could only imagine how spectacular the siege on Rodgers was.

Layer upon layer, the visitor's press conference room at Arrowhead Stadium was densely surrounded, with the surging crowd even spilling out into the corridors, the throng of people enough to instantly drive away anyone with claustrophobia.

Originally, compared to the winning team, the losing team is the best bedrock for hyping news and creating headlines, especially when a team ends its undefeated season. Reporters couldn't wait.

However!

The Green Bay Packers' press conference room was still silent, what's going on?

Team manager Brain Gutekunst (Brian Gutekunst) had been waiting in the standby room behind the press room, but there was still no movement, watching helplessly as the crowd outside grew more turbulent, leaving him alone in an awkward atmosphere.

His face was dark, burning with anxiety—

The time of defeat is when everyone piles on to kick you while you're down; this is the moment when the team's performance crafts its brand image.

Now is not the time for capriciousness and recklessness. The Green Bay Packers have finally escaped the gloom and oppression of the McCarthy era, and a new atmosphere has emerged this season. They need to seize the opportunity to craft a new image.

And yet, now?

A lump caught in Gutekunst's throat.

The general impression of Gutekunst is that of "Green Bay's native son." Having spent a total of twenty years with the Green Bay Packers, he assumed the team manager position last year. His strong network in the team and support from the upper echelons allowed for the smooth replacement of the head coach without any obstacles.

However, few people know that Gutekunst's career began with the Kansas City Chiefs. After graduating from college and leaving the NCAA, he didn't enter the draft but instead looked for a job. His first job was as a scout for the Kansas City Chiefs.

However, that was during the Chiefs' dark years. Due to personnel cuts, he only stayed for a year before being laid off and then heading to the Green Bay Packers.

Tonight's game was also a mix of emotions for Gutekunst. It's not about revenge, but returning to Arrowhead Stadium indeed feels different.

Gutekunst yearns to revive the glory of the Green Bay Packers. He needs the entire team to unite, just like Li Wei united the Kansas City Chiefs after Mahomes was injured and left the field. This way, he can build a new brand image for the Green Bay Packers, so who is causing trouble?

After waiting and waiting, still no movement, Gutekunst finally couldn't control himself any longer, storming out of the standby room angrily.

Storming down the corridor.

From afar, Gutekunst could see the bustling group of players outside the locker room.

"What's going on?"

"What's going on!"

Gutekunst pushed through the crowd, brow furrowed.

"Why are you all just idly standing here? The end of the game doesn't mean everything is over, there's still the post-game press conference. All the media has their eyes on us, don't you know?"

A round of scolding, but no one responded.

Gutekunst took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, glaring at Adams, expecting an answer from him.

Unexpectedly, Adams had his arms crossed, leaning against the wall, with an expression of "nothing to do with me" sulking.

What's with this guy again?

But Gutekunst had no time to ask.

A team of over fifty people, he had no time to care about each one's little quirks and tempers; this wasn't a kindergarten play session.

"Where's Aron?"

Beside him, Aaron Jones lifted his head.

Gutekunst was full of anxiety, "Number 12, Number 12!"

Aaron Jones glanced gloomily at the locker room, "He said he needed some peace, then went in."

Gutekunst felt the world go dark, "Has he lost his mind? This isn't Green Bay. If he throws a tantrum on enemy ground, is he worried that the news won't travel fast enough? We might not even make it to the parking lot before the media tries to swallow us whole. Damn it, is he seven years old?"

Gutekunst was furious.

Don't get me wrong, he likes Rodgers and believes Rodgers is the team's key to competing for the Super Bowl. So, his first act on assuming the team manager position was renewing Rodgers' contract, resulting in a record-breaking deal.

But at the same time, he doesn't like Rodgers' arrogance and haughtiness. This superstar attitude is undermining the unity of the Green Bay Packers being a team.

The team needs Rodgers but cannot be about just Rodgers.

The team lost tonight, and this is precisely when Rodgers needs to demonstrate his leadership qualities. Look at Li Wei's behavior after the game, then at Rodgers' behavior?

Gutekunst could hardly believe his ears; he needs to give Rodgers a lesson, even if he is the team's biggest star.

Bam!

Gutekunst abruptly pushed open the door, "Aron!"

Rodgers, hearing the sound, raised his head, eyes as calm and indifferent as a still well, staring at Gutekunst with cold and merciless intent as if looking at a corpse. The icy chill instantly gripped Gutekunst's heart, extinguishing all sound.

In a pause, Gutekunst's steps froze in place, unable to move, trembling like an ant clinging beneath the claw of a monster.

Gutekunst's rage was all caught in his throat, hesitating for just a second, decisively turned around and left the locker room.

Looking back, he saw the entire corridor filled with Green Bay Packers players.

Gutekunst could only barely maintain composure, keeping his head up, "Aron needs some peace and quiet. We've communicated, and from now on, no one is allowed to enter the locker room."

Adams looked at the righteous-looking Gutekunst, smirking coldly: huh, he probably got the team manager position with this ability, right.

Inside the locker room, Rodgers was lost in his thoughts, replaying the game over and over in his mind, as if tormented on a bed of coals.