Chapter 188 Sounding the Alarm Bell
“One. Two. Three. Four.”
The physical trainer, Barry-Rubin, did not use a whistle. Instead, he roared with a loud voice, covering the entire training ground with a rough and explosive voice. All players, without exception, must obey the command, every command and action.
The basic posture is to stand still. You must keep your toes on the ground at all times, constantly exchange points with lightness and agility, and then complete the action according to the command.
1. Keep your upper body still, turn your legs and knees to the left, and then return to the original position.
2. Keep your upper body still, turn your legs and knees to the right, and then return to the original position.
Three, lie down.
Fourth, push your legs on the ground in a plank position, and lift your left knee toward your stomach.
5. In the same position, press the right knee toward the stomach.
Six and seven, repeat the actions of four and five.
Eight, stand.
Nine, jump with open legs.
10. Resume the original action.
From one to ten, one command and one action, mobilizing the muscles of the whole body, and further improving it on the basis of burpee. This is a simple warm-up training to make the whole body move as much as possible.
It seems simple, but the key point is——
What about a full thirty minutes?
In fact, it didn’t take thirty minutes. At about ten minutes, the offensive and defensive line players could no longer support it.
The players on the two front lines are often the heaviest and clumsiest players on the team. They are like mountains of meat and have very poor durability. Such physical training is simply torture for them.
A mountain of meat took off his helmet, and he looked as if he had just been fished out of the water. Smoke was rising from his head. He looked at the head coach Reed who was supervising the training in front of the queue. His eyes were full of anger, and he protested with his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, several other meat mountains also took off their helmets and joined the ranks.
Reed, however, remained expressionless.
Rubin's scolding immediately followed, "What the hell are you doing? Put on your helmet right away and continue the action! Otherwise, I will practice for thirty minutes after all training is over. I will do what I say and execute it immediately!" "
Rubin was spitting all over the place, and under the sunlight you could clearly see Rubin's spittle splashing onto the face of the meat mountain. His ferocious expression almost threatened to eat him alive, and the atmosphere instantly became tense——
The other players can't stop. They still need to keep exchanging steps and touching the ground. The tight feeling extends from the calf to the thigh, buttocks, and waist. The sour taste is really unforgettable.
Those Roshans were able to detect the death stares from other teammates. They looked at the indifferent Reed again, put on their helmets angrily, and rejoined the training before committing public outrage.
"Five. Six. Seven. Eight."
Rubin's hoarse roar continued to hover over the training ground like a vulture.
However, continuous high-intensity training cannot last long. It can be seen at a glance that those mountains of meat can no longer hold on, and the speed of pedaling on the bicycle has completely slowed down——
It looked like he was about to faint.
Assistant coach Brad Childress looked at Reid worriedly, "Coach, is this really okay?"
In fact, Reid is more worried than Childress. He has never been an iron-blooded coach, serious but not iron-blooded, but he has his own worries.
It's not so much his own handsome position as it is the influence from the outside world.
Including questions about the Kansas Chiefs' continued inability to advance further in the playoffs, questions about their decision-making in this year's draft, concerns about the league's first Asian first-round pick, etc., interference from off-field factors has become a time bomb. , I don’t know when it will explode.
The training at hand is not about discipline, but about eliminating distractions and staying focused.
They need this process, and the players need to get rid of off-field influences and really focus on training.
"Let's see." Reid did not respond, just raised his chin slightly to indicate.
Finally, someone couldn't hold on any longer, and his calves convulsed like an electric shock, and he fell to the ground wailing. Medical personnel came to the scene immediately.
Rubin glanced at the figure and shook his head slightly. These superstars with annual salaries of millions and millions have been pampered for too long. One or two are pampered and have no fighting spirit or tenacity at all. No wonder they can't hold on to the game at critical moments in the playoffs. .
If the Kansas City Chiefs have money and build a mercenary army to compete for the championship, then the lack of fighting spirit and bloodshed is not a problem. Just like Real Madrid, the Galaxy Battleship is luxurious. But the problem is that they don’t have it. The team in front of them is not a mercenary. It is a real team, they need to rely on each other to support each other and help each other.
"snort!"
"Imagine, it's the two-minute official timeout of the fourth quarter of the playoffs. You are tired, your opponents are tired, anyone can win, it's either you or them. You guys have no energy and no strength. It depends on who can hold on for a while."
"so?"
"What are you going to do?"
"Are you going to lie down hugging your knees and groaning? Or are you going to stand tall and keep fighting? Do you think your opponent will give up the victory? What, do you have gold and silver, or do you have a peerless appearance? Why? "
"Victory needs to be won by oneself."
"The point is, are you ready?"
"One! Two!"
Tap tap, tap tap tap.
There was no other sound in the sky above the training ground, only the sound of messy footsteps and heavy breathing. Rubin's cold and rough voice did not waver at all, cruelly pulling all the players in the direction of hell.
"Three! Four!"
Sweat is boiling; muscles are burning.
Levi is very focused. 100%, he thinks that his physical reserves are sufficient, but obviously, he still underestimated the professional competition——
Continuously, most of the players fell to the ground and were dragged away from the training ground by the medical staff. Around them, the central field was gradually cleared, but surprisingly, Smith stayed.
Alex Smith, quarterback.
Smith has always seemed "mediocre", whether he is not tough enough at critical moments or lacks a fatal blow from long passes, which makes him appear to be neither good nor bad. He is not terrible but has never been a superstar.
But deep down, Smith also has his persistence.
He clenched his teeth tightly, and there was a rare murderous look in his eyes.
Unfortunately, he couldn't hold on after all. When his knees softened, he couldn't hold on and threw himself forward on his knees.
"Alex!"
Someone exclaimed, but Smith raised his head and refused the medical staff who came to help, and stood up with his own strength. Although his whole body was shaking, he finally stood up staggeringly, in the eyes of admiration. He walked to the side, picked up the water bottle and poured it into his mouth.
In the blink of an eye, there were only three people left in the training ground——
Levi. Hunter.
Travis-Kelce.
Two rookies, one veteran.
In fact, Mahomes also persisted until the end, but he was still a little lacking. He fell to the ground a little in front of Smith. It was not so much that his body could not bear it, but that he was not mentally prepared, so there was a slight deviation and his knees were slightly unsupported. live.
After falling to the ground, Mahomes seemed still energetic and returned to the sidelines on his own, sitting with other rookie players and cheering energetically.
Unintentionally, this training turned into a contest between rookies and veterans, and the situation slowly became more delicate.
(End of chapter)