After 498, we'll meet again.

The crowd was noisy, and a wave of heat rolled over the field, tumultuously.

However.

Foles, like an outsider, clutched his knees and curled up into a small ball on the grass, sinking into deep annoyance and despair.

If the last pass had succeeded, if he hadn't stubbornly challenged Revis, if they had chosen "Philly Special"...

Would the outcome have been different?

Countless thoughts filled his mind, almost bursting it open.

Foles knew he was not a genius, or else he wouldn't have been so mediocre in the league for such a long time. The thought of retiring last year was serious; he truly considered leaving football for another profession—

such as, a real estate agent.

But this year, everything seemed to be on the right track, from the coach to his teammates, and even his form. All gears fitted into the right place, and his confidence climbed steadily, peaking at the Super Bowl.

Everything was perfect!

However.