With a roll, Rodgers' world spun wildly, green and red mixed and whirled at high speed, making his insides churn with them.
He finally managed to regain his balance and stood up, roaring at the offensive line, "Where's the man? Where's the man! Did you just let him break through so easily?"
"Not once, not twice, but three times in a row?"
"Damn it! He's not Aron-damn-Donald."
Anger, out of control in an instant.
Consecutive third-gear offensive plays, the pocket protection severely failed, how can the game continue like this? Even with all his strength, Rodgers couldn't find a way.
The past few minutes were disastrous for the Green Bay Packers, and unlike the Kansas City Chiefs, they didn't experience an unexpected opening injury, but inexplicably lost rhythm and intensity. Facing a team like the Kansas City Chiefs, it's undoubtedly lethal.
A flame was burning fiercely in Rodgers' chest.
