"Time out!"
Shanahan finally regained some composure, swiftly calling for a time-out to halt the relentless flow of the game clock, trying to gather his thoughts amid the chaos and find a ray of hope in the dire situation, yet the countdown clock for the time-out relentlessly choked him.
Throughout the season, no one understood better than Shanahan that despite being an offensive coach, it was defense that led the San Francisco 49ers into the Super Bowl. That was their trump card and the weapon to challenge the Kansas City Chiefs tonight.
Now, the defensive group needed to step up once more, yet Shanahan's mind was in a tangle, with all tactics turning into a mess.
Damn. Damn damn damn.
Always calm, always restrained, always steady Shanahan showed a crack in his poker face; the anxiety and tension in his eyes could no longer be hidden.
The cheers and shouts in Hard Rock Stadium weren't helping either——
"Fly!"
