"Burnett charges forward, Hunt dodges, Hunt is ready to burst through the gap!"
"Burns! Steelers cornerback Burns blocks Hunt."
"Burnett! Burnett assists and together with Burns tackles Hunt to the ground."
"Hunt couldn't escape."
"The Pittsburgh Steelers! Their defense finally unleashes its power, completely taking control of the game. Inside the end zone, Burnett and Burns team up to bring down Hunt, scoring a safety and extending their lead."
"Throughout this game, the Steelers had been trying to raise the tempo and intensity, but the Chiefs responded well and stayed right in the fight. Neither team had managed to pull away."
"Ladies and gentlemen, Coach Mike Tomlin! Let me proudly introduce!"
"Coach Tomlin proves once again why he's one of the league's best. Even without his top running back and top receiver, he brings surprises through tactical mastery. Since the preseason, people had been watching and waiting—now the Steelers are erupting."
"From offense to special teams to defense, a full-force push."
"The game is finally under the Steelers' control."
Admiration. Astonishment. Applause—
The Steelers not only came back but are now pulling away. Since the second quarter began, they've gone on a 30–0 run, completely overwhelming the defending champions and their youthful energy.
After all the frustration and invisibility on the field, Burns seized his moment and made a critical play.
Although he tackled Hunt, he roared in the direction of Lance, face flushed, soaked in sweat, his eyes gleaming with fierce light.
The momentum exploded in the Chiefs' end zone—
A safety is always demoralizing. Not only are you overwhelmed in your own end zone, but you also give up possession.
It's like getting dragged and slammed down on your own turf, over and over.
Morale takes a direct hit.
"The current situation looks bleak for the Kansas City Chiefs."
"First, objectively speaking, this was the expected scenario before the game."
"From offseason prep and preseason performance, the Steelers were already looking ready—a mature team that wouldn't be shaken by minor offseason changes."
"Meanwhile, the Chiefs are still young. After their Super Bowl win last season, the team underwent major changes from coaching staff to both offense and defense. Everything's new and must be relearned."
"Pre-game predictions foresaw a tough battle, but with the Steelers perhaps holding a slight edge."
"This was the premise."
"And what we're seeing now is confirming those predictions."
"But—does that mean the Chiefs are doomed?"
"No, absolutely not."
"The key now is whether this young defending champion team can shake off the pressure and find their rhythm amidst the Steelers' storm."
"Let's not forget—the Steelers aren't perfect."
"After a highly intense and efficient period of dominance for one and a half quarters, the Steelers have already emptied their energy tank. Roethlisberger isn't the kind of quarterback who can maintain consistent output forever. Gaps are bound to appear."
"So when opportunities arise, the Chiefs must seize them—because there won't be many. Miss one, and it might be gone forever."
"Of course, it's not easy. The Chiefs are also running low on fuel..."
Indeed, the situation was turning dire—
The roars from Arrowhead Stadium were still loud, but there was a growing undercurrent of anxiety and strain. The louder the noise, the more desperate it felt.
The Chiefs' coaches and players felt it too.
During halftime, the team didn't panic. Though a little frustrated, they were tied—spirits were relatively stable. After some pep talks and rallying cries, energy was up again.
But the second half wasn't what they expected. The Steelers weren't paper tigers—they turned into an iron wall that smashed them hard:
One running TD by Roethlisberger. One safety.
The score, the momentum, the morale—all tilted sharply.
Did this mean their halftime plan was now worthless? What now?
Amid the confusion, one stood firm—
Frustrated, of course. But it was brief. Lance quickly pulled himself together.
The game was still on. Instead of dwelling on what went wrong, better to focus on what's next. The outcome wasn't decided yet.
Lance walked over, the first to help Hunt to his feet, patting his shoulder.
As Hunt stood up and realized it was Lance, he was about to throw a stubborn comment—only to see Lance had already moved on, patting Mahomes, Kelce, and the rest of the offense, encouraging them and reminding them to leave the field.
Next, the special teams would take over. The Chiefs would kick off, the Steelers would return, and Roethlisberger would take the field again to lead the offense.
Which meant, if the Chiefs wanted to flip the script, it had to start with their defense.
Lance didn't stop at the offense. He walked to the defense—no pep talk, no screaming. Just one high-five at a time with each player.
Calm, composed, confident.
Even without words, Lance's presence settled the nerves of a jittery Chiefs squad.
Houston blinked. "Rookie?"
Lance glanced over and smiled. "Come on, it's just the beginning of the season. Don't tell me you think this is Everest already?"
A small tease—but enough.
Yes, it's only the season opener. There are countless battles ahead. If you're already spooked now, might as well go home and farm.
Besides, last season, they'd clawed their way through every match. Why get soft now?
These were still the Steelers—and a Steelers without their star running back. Are we really going to be scared of that?
Look at Lance—calm, unhurried. Sitting back, legs crossed, sipping water, laughing with Coach Burns.
A breeze carried the hearty laughter of Clarke and Burns. They were clearly used to this—just stay behind Lance, and no matter how fierce the enemy, fear never enters the picture.
Silently, one by one, the Chiefs players straightened their backs, squared their shoulders. After a brief moment of chaos, their eyes focused once more.
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