The early morning sun was lazily falling down, and the dark blue night was slowly fading away. A gentle breeze blew by, making me shiver involuntarily. It was still a scorching summer in California in September, but San Francisco had already smelled the early autumn. No wonder Mark Twain said, "The coldest winter I have ever experienced was the summer in San Francisco."
In the blink of an eye, Wednesday has arrived, and before I even have time to digest it, the short vacation is over, and the games in the third week of the regular season must start to get busy.
Today is going to be an extremely busy day. First came the media open day, then the photo time for the "San Francisco Chronicle", then the resumption of training, and then all the team players gathered together to watch the second week's game tape——
Although Lu Ke spent most of the day watching the game video yesterday, this was the player's personal preparation. Today, the team is preparing for the game collectively, analyzing tactics, analyzing coordination, analyzing gains and losses, and so on.
After two weeks of adaptation, Lu Ke is now slowly adjusting his training schedule. According to the team and the differences in the schedule, corresponding adjustments must be made to the training schedule every day from Monday to Friday.
For example, today is Wednesday. After getting up in the morning, Lu Ke did not start strenuous exercise immediately. Instead, he jogged on the treadmill for twenty minutes, and then started warm-up exercises, including pull-ups, parallel bar bends, and push-ups, three groups for each event. , each group performs fifteen to twenty times; followed by a 10,000-meter variable-speed endurance run. After returning, go to the training base and start strength training.
Overall, today, Lu Ke divided his daily training tasks into three parts, which were completed at three different times throughout the day. Not only can it cooperate with the team's plan and complement each other's team training and system tasks; it can also adapt to the tone of "recovery training" on Wednesday and relax the training intensity a little.
Of course, adapting to the professional league is a long process. It is only two weeks now, and there are bound to be some unreasonable things in the plan. With the accumulation of experience, you will gradually become familiar with it.
After changing into clothes and running shoes, I left the house and prepared to start today's variable-speed endurance run. Along the slope, I slowly started to speed up my steps. All the way up, I started to adjust my breathing in climbing mode, but I only ran half a block. At the intersection where streets intertwined, Lu Ke stopped.
There was a white-haired old man sitting on the roadside, with a wooden crutch at his feet and a dark blue handkerchief in his hand. He was wiping the sweat from his forehead. His slightly pale face looked like he was experiencing physical pain. The torture; he didn't even care about his dark gray custom-made suit, sitting cross-legged on the ground, panting.
"Sir, do you need help?" Lu Ke stepped back, squatted down, and asked with concern.
It was only early seven o'clock at this time, and the cool air stimulated goosebumps on the surface of the skin. There were not many pedestrians on the street. The morning on weekdays had just woken up, and the quiet and cold atmosphere was flowing among the living blocks. It seemed that the old gentleman was on his morning walk when he unexpectedly ran into a bit of trouble.
The old man did not speak, but methodically adjusted his breathing, took a deep breath, and took another deep breath. Then, a helpless self-deprecating face appeared on the face full of vicissitudes and wrinkles, "Birth, old age, illness and death, the cycle of time, after reaching a certain age, the body We started to protest and go on strike, and many parts had problems.”
"I think this is a problem that everyone needs to face, and it has nothing to do with age." Seeing that the other party was fine, Lu Ke felt a little relieved and said with a smile, "It's just that the problems caused by age are a little bit... A little more comes with life experience and wisdom, so if you gain something, you will lose it, and we can’t be too greedy.”
Noticing the old man's smile and frown, Lu Ke asked again with concern, "Are you okay? If necessary, I can help call '911'."
In the United States, "911" is more than just an emergency call. For any request, you can call this number, and then describe your situation to the operator, who will make judgments and choices, and further call the hospital, police station or fire station, etc. Therefore, if you don’t remember the detailed calling number, or you are not sure who to call for help in the current situation, then choosing “911” is the simplest and most direct way.
The old man did not speak, but covered his heart. It seemed that the heart was bearing a load beyond the scope of the body, causing a chain reaction.
Without too much hesitation, Lu Ke took off the mobile phone from the sports armband and prepared to dial.
"Don't worry." The old man raised his right hand and waved lightly, "It's just that the old man is exhausted." In order to convince Lu Ke, he raised his head and showed a big smile, "Believe me, I am now I have no intention of surrendering yet. If there is a problem, I will be more anxious than you."
Lu Ke was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the joking and ridicule in the old man's eyes, and laughed dumbly, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure." The old man retracted his chin slightly, his weak tone full of determination.
He looked about sixty years old, maybe even older. His cheeks were covered with wrinkles, looking like dried oranges. His neat three-piece suit seemed a bit out of place at this time, it was too It's too formal, but it reflects his taste. He seems to be a guy with class and status.
At this time, two blushes appeared on his fair cheeks, and the sweat from his forehead and neck revealed a hint of weakness; however, he had a pair of bright eyes, showing clear emerald green in the thin morning light. , that energetic gaze showed a youth that was inconsistent with his age and body.
Lu Ke nodded slightly to express his understanding. He believed that the old man was indeed fine.
"That's good." Lu Ke did not continue to advise, "I am on my way to run in the morning, so I will leave first." He did not stay any longer, but Lu Ke did not leave immediately. He raised his head and looked around, " If you still feel uncomfortable, this is Casani's house. He is Italian, warm and hospitable. He is not reliable at critical moments, but he can still be trusted for things like calling '911'."
The old man laughed dumbly and nodded gently, "Thank you for the advice."
Lu Ke smiled, then waved his hand. After standing up, he started again and started running today.
Leigh-Steinberg exhaled a long, long breath, and his slightly stuffy chest was slightly relieved. He raised his head and stared at Lu Ke's leaving back, watching the young man gradually disappear. As we walked further away, I wiped the sweat from my forehead, and my rosy cheeks gradually returned to normal.
Although it was just a brief encounter, Lu Ke left a good impression on Laihe: he was enthusiastic, humorous, and approachable; he was able to make judgments in a short time when facing emergencies and was willing to help others. , but there is no overflowing love, and the point is within the scope of one's ability; more importantly, the eyes are firm and the will is strong. Daily training is always high intensity.
For a young rookie under the age of twenty-two, it is really rare.
Of course, as the first Chinese-American quarterback to start in the history of the league, and also led the team to two consecutive victories, this player must have some qualities that ordinary people do not have; otherwise, it is just luck, this is not A qualified explanation.
However, it is rare but not uncommon for a rookie in the league to have such a posture. The question is, how long can it last? Especially after the attention and lights are pouring in, and after wealth and fame surround you, how long can this innocent heart last?
Without getting up in a hurry, Laihe sat there peacefully, quietly waiting for his breathing and heartbeat to calm down.
After his physical condition fully recovered, Laihe grabbed the crutches next to him, used the support points to stand up unsteadily, and then started to go downhill at a leisurely pace. He was only half a street away. We found our destination and stopped in front of a house.
He held the crutches with his hands folded and leaned slightly against the fence. His eyes fell on the red mailbox next to him, which was painted with white paint, "LU".
This house is Lu Ke's home.
This morning, it was Laihe's mission to visit and get to know Lu Ke; but the minor heart problem was an accident, and the early meeting with Lu Ke was even more of an accident. One accident met another accident, but there were unexpected gains; now, after the accident is over, it is time to return to the original plan.
Patiently, extremely patiently, Lech stood there and waited patiently without any rush.
After time passed, the sound of sporadic running footsteps and steady breathing adjustments could be heard in the ears. Lu Ke could be seen slowly slowing down his pace. His head was sweating profusely and his cheeks were flushed, but his eyes were still clear and bright. , showing a hint of surprise, obviously not mentally prepared for such a reunion.
"Hey, is there anything I can do to help you?" Lu Ke stopped five steps away from Laihe, exuding a vigilant aura——
The old man who had unexpectedly met just now appeared at his doorstep, and it was still early in the morning. This thing was full of weirdness.
Lech didn't mind, and shrugged with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm not a fanatic fan who came here to cause trouble." He knew about the fans' excessive behavior before, which also caused Lu Ke to be fully vigilant.
But these words still did not make Lu Ke relax. Laihe slowly took out a small silver box from his suit pocket. You can see the exquisite picture and retro buckle, but the small object also revealed its nobility.
Opening the box, Lech pulled out a piece of white cardboard with outstanding texture and handed it over, "Good morning, although we have already met, please allow me to formally introduce myself. Lech-Steinberg, broker."
Lu Ke took the jam and looked down. This is a business card, simple and elegant, simple and elegant. You can feel the texture and pattern of the card on your fingertips. There are no unnecessary modifications on it, just a name and a title:
"Agent, Lech Steinberg."
