Chapter 192 One-on-one Bullfight
No matter what Bailey’s motives and attitude are, at least one thing is that he is right——
In professional rugby, no one will show mercy just because of the weight difference.
In fact, on the contrary, it is a very common move in football offensive and defensive tactics to use matchup deviations and eat opponents alive based on size differences.
For example, the offense uses tight ends to eat up cornerbacks.
For example, the defense uses defensive ends to eat running backs alive.
There is a wise saying in the rugby field that only numbers and strength are irreversible advantages.
During the NCAA, including Crimson Tide defensive end Allen, Levi also faced off against defensive ends more than once or twice, and there should be no changes in the professional arena.
Just in time, Bailey can help Levi truly experience the intensity of the NFL level. He believes that future opponents will definitely not show mercy. He also believes that he is eagerly preparing to step on the No. 3 overall pick in the 2017 draft to prove that his opponents are not there. few.
then.
Levi came out.
So, what’s going on with rugby’s bullfight?
"Levi, just get rid of the grapple." Childress's reminding voice came from the side.
I see.
In a sense, like basketball, bullfighting in rugby is also a one-on-one game. The difference is that rugby tests grappling and impact.
No need for rugby, which is exactly the same as bullfighting.
"Get ready. Get in position."
Bailey, wake up.
The eyes that had been hidden behind the helmet and had not woken up finally opened. The two people lined up face to face, bending their knees, bending over, and supporting the ground with one hand. It was somewhat similar to the starting posture of a 100-meter race. Then Bailey's eyes penetrated the helmet. It fell on Levi, with a bloody aura.
Beast, wake up.
The surrounding area was boiling——
"Come on, Bailey, give him some color."
"Rookie! Rookie!"
The ferocious faces were twisted and ferocious, the air was filled with gunpowder smoke like a colosseum, and the footsteps kept tapping, slowly starting to accumulate strength.
This is slightly different from the pattern Levi is familiar with.
In the past, in the college arena, he often had a certain starting space, either speeding up or changing directions. He was always able to create opportunities, avoid the disadvantage of size, and use his own advantages. Even when facing the team's defensive captain Allen, he could still play. opponent.
But it was different in front of me.
There is only one yard between Levi and Bailey, which is exactly the same formation as the defensive line facing each other and leaning against the offensive line in the official game. This means that Levi has no room to start or change direction. He must face the enemy head-on, and he must use his body. Start a confrontation.
We must face up to our shortcomings.
No wonder Childress just emphasized that everyone, except the quarterback, is no exception and must participate in training.
Physical confrontation, this is the core essence of football. Impact, tackle, escape, and breakthrough must all revolve around physical confrontation. Every position except the quarterback will face such a situation-not possible, but 100 %, everyone must train.
In the NCAA, impact and confrontation training often involves facing sponge sandbags, just like boxing with sandbags, constantly fighting against machines.
The point is that the machine has no life, no temperature, no startup, no change, and no momentum. Impact training is relatively simple.
But now, it's completely different.
The one-yard space was closer than expected. Both Levi and Bailey's bodies leaned forward, and their helmets almost collided with each other. The continuous compression of airflow could be felt between their eyes and tense muscles. Both of them were because of Panting violently during the warm-up training, the hot breath sprayed on the opponent's face like a bull, and the air began to burn and boil, almost scalding the skin on his cheeks.
Beep.
Childress blew the whistle.
Instant start.
"Bang!"
As soon as it started, it hit a wall.
There was no time to react. As soon as Levi released his power, he felt an overwhelming force hitting him head-on. The sea swallowed up his instantaneous burst of power, then bounced back, colliding with him unreasonably, and his center of gravity was lifted at once. turn. snort.
My chest felt tight.
His internal organs exploded directly, but before he had time to feel the pain, the next second his body lightened up, and he was freed from the shackles of gravity. The next second he realized that he was flying up, and the black sponge cushion was It went dark before my eyes.
Bang!
Face landing.
Now I finally know the function of these sponge pads.
Until this time, the pain nerves seemed to have finally calmed down and continued to send out signals. Pain mixed with shame exploded in the brain.
No chance. No chance at all. Just crushing.
Standing in front of Bailey, Levi finally felt the feeling of mantis blocking the car, and the whole world was spinning.
"Oh, rookie."
"Come on, rookie, make it a little more difficult."
"Show your skills, rookie."
"Is this the flower show? Hahaha."
"Poor kid."
A burst of laughter and a burst of commotion, mercilessly venting like a torrential rain, continuing to bombard Levi's eardrums violently and furiously.
Levi felt like the world was spinning for a while, and just when he was about to stand up, Bailey slammed Levi's shoulder and hit the sponge cushion again, "Keep lying down."
Brutal. fury. Catharsis.
Levi was unprepared and was thrown back again like a paper man.
Bailey looked at the dizzy Levi, finally took a breath, beat his chest as hard as King Kong, and scanned the audience with sharp eyes——
Mahomes. Kelsey. Hunter.
Those players who were "overly passionate and overly diligent" all entered Pele's radar, and Pele made his voice heard in his own way, telling these guys to be quiet.
Today is the first day of spring training camp. There is really no need to work so hard. I believe these guys will be more at ease in the future.
Bailey turned to look to the side, spat, and was about to take off his helmet to rest when he heard a voice.
"How about it? Do you still have the strength to do it again?"
Wait, this sound is...
Quietly, the noise quieted down, and everyone looked at one place. Bailey turned around and saw Levi, who was breathing heavily.
No embarrassment, no shame, no anger.
Not only not, but the smile on the corner of his mouth also rose, his eyes flashed with excitement and joy, and he was even more excited than before. The eager posture seemed to enjoy the collision just now, and he couldn't wait to do it again.
The onlookers couldn't help but feel weak at the knees: Could this guy be an M?
Grass!
Bailey's heart also trembled slightly.
But Bailey immediately calmed down. Since someone came to his door to be beaten, how could he refuse the kindness? Naturally, you should reward the other party well.
"Haha, didn't you get knocked silly?" Bailey couldn't help but complain.
Levi twisted his neck and his bones creaked, "Haha, it may take two more times."
There was obviously a smile on his lips, but the smell of blood spreading between his lips and teeth spread, making people shudder, and the commotion and heckles around him calmed down a little.
Even Mahomes, who has always been lively, fell silent and looked at the scene in front of him uneasily.
Then, Bailey and Levi completed the formation again. Just like before, with less than a yard of space, they seemed to be able to feel the temperature of each other's breath.
"Beep!"
Childress whistled again.
(End of chapter)