689 scores the game-winning touchdown

Change of direction. Brake. Turn. Break away.

From beginning to end, Li Wei held his breath, transforming all that anger and frustration into fuel, intently focusing on what lay ahead, unleashing speed.

"Run, rookie! Run!"

Everything reverted to the simplest, most primal, most natural state, solely for the love of it, without the need for other toys or games. Fleeing beneath the sun, joy and happiness filled his chest.

Light as a swallow.

Spreading his arms, he felt the wild wind rush under them liberatingly and wildly, faster and faster, almost as if he could take flight.

Childhood was always so simple.

Huff, huff.

The wild wind howled, the very heart of Arrowhead Stadium began to race uncontrollably, one by one, the fans could no longer contain themselves and stood up.

Twenty-five-yard line.

Twenty-yard line.

Fifteen-yard line.

In a blur, all those white lines had been left behind.

Then.

Wendell appeared.