"I said it, I said it a long time ago." Charles Davis was sitting in the ESPN broadcast seat, waving his hands impassionedly, as if there were round pegs under his butt, unable to sit still, standing up and down. He stood up and made exaggerated movements to strengthen his tone, "He is just a shooting star who had an idea!"
"Honestly, I thought we could at least compete in this game. After all, the meteor's performance in the last game was bright enough. I didn't expect it to go out so quickly. The entire first half seemed like it was not going to happen. A ghost of existence! The San Francisco 49ers offense has completely disappeared!"
Charles was foaming at the mouth as he spoke, with a beaming expression that did not hide his excitement and excitement at all.
"Let's look at his performance data: 4 of 11 passes, 21 yards, one interception, no touchdowns. He only got one first down. This is his first half performance, four such The shooting guard, for the team, is not the brain, but a cancer that needs to be removed!"
Data doesn't lie.
In the first week of the game, the reason why Lu Ke received so much attention was ultimately because of his incredible data; similarly, in today's game, Lu Ke's first half data was a disaster, even though six passes were not completed. Four times the receivers were released, but the fact is that the San Francisco 49ers offense was completely stuck in quicksand:
It continues to sink and cannot escape.
"Now, let's calm down and face reality." Charles seemed to calm down, his tone regained his calmness, and he assumed a posture of presenting facts and reason, "He is just an ordinary quarterback. , does he have the ability to start in the league? We need to investigate; but what is certain is that there are countless quarterbacks close to his level in the entire league. He will not be the savior of the San Francisco 49ers."
The tone was calm, but it was firm and decisive that could not be refuted.
Edward Bowen once again shouldered the responsibility of the host and continued to guide, "You mean, you don't think Lu Ke can bottom out and rebound in the second half of the game?"
"No, I don't think so." Charles said without any hesitation. "To be precise, I don't think the 49ers' future belongs to him. Alex Smith can return next week; Colin Kaepernick is also one A better choice. In the second half of the game, our focus is: Can the San Francisco 49ers win the first down again? Do they have a chance to break the embarrassment of zero points?"
After saying that, Charles showed a big smile and winked slyly, showing off his cleverness, "By the way, my bet is still valid. If the San Francisco 49ers can win this game, I will directly Swallow the microphone!”
Full of confidence!
Charles is not alone. In the other commentary booths, all the commentators are talking and can't wait to express their opinions and views, analyzing the reasons for the San Francisco 49ers' frustration, analyzing the Dallas Cowboys' containment tactics, and analyzing the trend of the second half. No one looked at Lu Ke, and everyone was pessimistic.
Even in the Fox TV studio, which expressed support for the San Francisco 49ers, the atmosphere between Teddy and Kirk was solemn, not only because of the "17:0" score, but also because the San Francisco 49ers' offense was always unable to win. At the beginning of the game, it seems that everything is wrong and all the rhythm is out of order. What is going on?
Meanwhile, the players in the locker room were asking the same question: What went wrong? What's going on with the offense?
Lu Ke casually hung the towel over his head, blocking out all light and sound, and entered his own thinking mode. He needed to calm down, he needed to clear his mind, he needed to regain control of the situation.
The first half of the game was a mess, but it was not without hope.
Even though the Dallas Cowboys' coverage and defense are tight, gaps can still be run out and connections can still be completed, but the gaps are relatively few and difficult, and the receiving players are not in good condition. Okay, now I'm in trouble.
Even though the Dallas Cowboys' defensive tactics were completely effective, they hardly put any pressure on Lu Ke. They just bullied Lu Ke because he couldn't run the ball and his physical confrontation ability was too bad. As long as Lu Ke finds a gap, it will be enough to change the situation of the battle.
Even though Lu Ke's passing success rate is a mess, two of them were his own passing deviations. This is not normal for Lu Ke, who has always been good at accuracy; but both deviations were mid-passes, only six Fifteen points of mid-pass accuracy.
The entire defense of the Cowboys is focused. The short passing area is heavily populated with almost no gaps and no yards are allowed. The long passing area is guarded by two safety guards, which seems to open up the door and allow the quarterback to pass. The ball was passed without even a surprise move, clearly leaving a gap, but the two cornerbacks were always moving towards the backfield, always ready to make up defense.
Intentionally or unintentionally, the movement and direction of the defensive players left a vague gap, forcing Lu Ke to choose a mid-range pass.
However, mid-range passing has the highest requirements for passing tacit understanding, running routes, and gap blocking. As a result, Lu Ke had two passing deviations and an interception caused by Davis' buttery hand.
Lu Ke's strengths lie in his accurate judgment, defensive reading, and direction prediction; his weaknesses lie in his lack of experience, resume, and high confidence.
The Dallas Cowboys have captured Lu Ke's characteristics. They are sure that Lu Ke can determine the loopholes in the mid-pass area, and then he will simply choose the mid-pass. This happens to be the area where they have deployed a dragnet. Then, block, choke, intercept!
During the game, judgments are often made based on inertia and instinct. After calming down now, the whole blueprint gradually becomes clear:
Competition experience is a kind of wealth, and there is no shortcut to wealth accumulation. Lu Ke doesn't have it yet; fortunately, there is still half a game left.
"Fuck! Mind yourself! And let his fucking quarterback do his job! If he can't do it, we still have Smith, and we still have Kaepernick! It's only half a game away from the end of this nightmare Got it!"
"We're talking about doing a good job now? Did you do your job? Whose drop of the ball resulted in the interception? Whose laziness almost caused us to lose further points?"
"What did you say? What the hell are you talking about? What did you do today?"
"Shut up, shut up both of you! The offense is not flowing smoothly, everyone is responsible. Four dropped the ball, the receiving player dropped the ball four times, the responsibility is not Lu Ke's alone!"
"Whose is that? He is the quarterback. To enjoy the honor, he must bear the responsibility! Bear the infamy! Just enjoy the scenery and refuse the pain. How can there be such a good thing in the world."
"Do you think of him as a quarterback? Huh? What on earth were you doing during training? Are you sure that the missed ball today has nothing to do with training? Are you sure you are not playing passively and deliberately hoping to squeeze out Lu Ke?"
"You're crazy! Jesus Christ! You shameless bastard!"
The rookie players and the senior players seemed to have fallen out with each other, and all the conflicts broke out and were out of control.
Regardless of the offense, defense or special teams, or personal relationships, all the players in the locker room are simply and roughly divided into first-year players and non-first-year players.
This year's rookie players plus undrafted rookies add up to only 12 players. The other 41 players on the roster are all in at least their second year in the league.
If compared purely in terms of numbers, the rookies are at an absolute disadvantage. Not to mention forming a confrontation, they even have no power to parry. But the situation of the San Francisco 49ers is slightly special. Among the 41 non-first-year players, fully 15 joined the San Francisco 49ers this year. In other words, the 49ers only have 20 senior players. six.
Although the fifteen new players were in the camp of the senior players, most of them kept their mouths shut and did not get involved in the team's factional struggles.
As a result, the confrontation between the twelve rookie players and the twenty-six senior players began. You came and went, not giving in, the depression and dullness accumulated in the past period, and the first half of today's game. All the accumulated grievances and dissatisfaction were vented heartily, and the entire locker room became a powder keg.
The bustling noise gradually lost control, penetrated the barrier of the towel, and penetrated into Lu Ke's ears sharply, interrupting his train of thought. His head still ached with a dull pain.
However, Lu Ke did not join the battle immediately. Because he needs time and space, he needs to clear his mind, and the second half of the game needs to be completed. It is not his turn as a first-year undrafted rookie to maintain order in the locker room.
Lu Ke was waiting, waiting for head coach Jim Harper to come out to maintain order, but patiently and patiently, Lu Ke did not wait. So he decided not to wait any longer.
"Shut up!" Lu Ke pulled off the towel, stood up suddenly, and then used all the strength in his Dantian to shout word by word, "Give it all to me." -Shut your stinky mouth! Shut up! Shut up!" The roaring shout forcefully suppressed all the noisy shouts.
Everyone stared at Lu Ke with dumbfounded eyes, but that sharp and determined gaze burst out with a strong sense of oppression, and no one dared to speak in response.
"I don't need you to like me! I'm not interested in you at all!" Lu Ke glanced around the locker room, and finally his eyes fell on Vernon Davis, not Davis. , but because Pares also stood behind him, forming a front, and he needed to fight back head-on.
"I love winning! I want to win! I want to see the frustrated expressions on the faces of those Cowboys! I want to enjoy the pleasure of torturing them again! I refuse to repeat the two NFC finals in 1992 and 1993. Tragedy! This is San Francisco and this is our team! No one can run wild on our turf! If you are all a bunch of cowards who are afraid of winning and facing the Cowboys, then please leave!"
The powerful words echoed in the locker room, and the powerful momentum was full and abundant, stirring vigorously!
