"Trash. Garbage. Dog/shit. Motherfucker. Idiot. Bastard. Retarded. Disabled. Madman. Abnormal."
One word after another, he said it neatly, without any ups and downs of emotions, just like an ice pick, stabbing each player one after another. But the problem is that those cold curses did not stir up the slightest wave. , the entire locker room was still lifeless, and there was no sense of life. The scene was as if Lu Ke was standing in a morgue or cemetery.
Lu Ke was angry.
Lu Ke was truly angry. The boiling anger rolled freely in his blood, bursting out like lava from a volcano. He tried his best to shake the stagnant water in front of him, but his raging anger was like a blow. Hitting it on a ball of cotton, there was no response at all.
This is the scariest and most desperate part, which makes people feel deeply powerless.
"Coward. Coward! You cowards! Eggless cowards!"
finally. After hearing these words, they finally reacted. One after another, a small number of teammates raised their heads and looked at Lu Ke in disbelief. A little bit of emotion could finally be detected in those emotionless eyes. Fluctuate, but this is not enough, Lu Ke needs to light a fire, ignite the fire, and completely burn it!
"Now there is finally some reaction? No one is ready to express some opinions? Huh? No one?"
"The offensive team isn't going to say something?"
"For example, did I rely on you to win the game today? Or, for example, are you the one who performed better? Or will I rely on you in future games, including the Super Bowl? No one is prepared Would you like to express your opinion?"
"Or do you also realize that your words are just a piece of shit? Against the Rams, if it weren't for a little bit of luck at the last moment, we would have lost that game! Against the Dolphins, if not If the second team steps up in time, we will lose very ugly, extremely ugly!"
"Just like this game!"
"Zero points!"
"We scored zero points in the first half! It was so bad that it was like a nightmare that you can't wake up from! Now you know how to shut that big mouth? Huh? Now you know how to keep a low profile? Why doesn't anyone stand up and take responsibility? What about responsibility? Why doesn't anyone stand up and accept criticism? Coward! You should hide in the bathroom and hold your Barbie doll and secretly wipe your tears! Damn it!"
"The defense team isn't going to say anything either?"
"For example, go to /his/mother's offensive team, you are still here today? Or, for example, there is no problem with your performance at all, and you are still under your control? Or, in the first half of the game, you have already I’ve tried my best, but your current situation has nothing to do with you?”
"I think the truth is too clear now: you are a bunch of trash! The accusations made by the offensive team are all true. In the past few weeks of games, there is no way to stabilize the good and bad performance. Every time On the edge of the cliff, if we expected you to help the team, we would have been shattered to pieces by now!"
"Look at this game!"
"Crush!"
"Yes, I used that word, Brady absolutely crushed us! Completely crushed us! No resistance at all! It was a disaster on the ground and in the pass defense. What's next? The second half. Lose another twenty-seven points? And then watch them complete the killing, while we just stand there stupidly, surrendering?"
"Grass! Grass! Grass! Grass!"
Lu Ke's anger was completely out of control, and he couldn't stop swearing one after another. His whole lungs had begun to burn, and his hot breath was like a fire-breathing dragon. He was venting crazily, but he still couldn't calm down his emotions. Coming down, it becomes more and more intense and turbulent!
One sentence after another, Lu Ke's voice gradually increased, and the curses like a bell echoed loudly in the visiting team's locker room at Gillette Stadium. He was doing his best to try to reactivate the vitality in his teammates' bodies, even if It can be anger, he needs them to stand up, he needs them to be angry, he needs them to vent it out.
As a result, Lu Ke roared ferociously like a monster, but it was still not enough. He slammed his right fist against the locker door again, raised his hand to grab a helmet, and slammed it to the ground. , those parts and fragments exploded immediately, and every player reflexively began to dodge away.
There was a reaction.
Finally started to make further physical reactions!
"Let me tell you, this is the New England Patriots, this is one of the top teams in the league, and not just them, but the intensity every game in the playoffs, if we can't beat them, even try to beat them, They don’t have the ability, so what else can we do in the playoffs? Ah? Will we trip ourselves up?"
"Or should we just give up now? The Super Bowl or the playoffs, just stay in the locker room and play with your Barbie dolls. Wouldn't this be more beautiful? Huh?"
"What are we doing?"
"Who can tell me what the hell are we doing? Ever since that game against the Saints, everything has just completely fallen apart and you can't even look each other in the eye!"
"This is a professional football team! Not a nun academy!"
"You can point at each other's noses, yell, and vent all your anger. If you can't bear the blame and can't bear the pressure, then it's best to get out of this locker room now, because this is where warriors gather, and victory will not come just yet. Come this way, we must fight for it! Fight until the last moment!"
"You can say, fuck Bambi, he played a terrible half in the first half. Three interceptions! Low-level mistakes were a complete disaster. Didn't he even pass the ball while standing in the windy weather? Do you know how to do it? Or are you so frightened that your knees weaken when you see Belichick and you can't stand straight?"
"Logan Newman! Catch the damn football! Their cornerback isn't Deion Sanders! Don't we win games because of you? Do something? Don't stand on the field. Sleepwalking! As a tight end, you either catch the ball or pick off the ball. If you just stand on the field as a wooden stake, don't you think we have enough wooden stakes?"
"Randy Moss! Run, damn God, if you want to walk, Fox Castle is obviously not the best choice! Or are you thinking about the good old days again? Thinking about being under Belichick The scenery? Thinking about the good times when Brady led you? Come on, even that year, you didn’t win the Super Bowl!”
"Aldon Smith! Watch, watch before every kick! Are your eyes still functioning? Or have you drank too much and now you can't see at all? Look at their running routes! Look at their tactics! Get stuck in your position, damn it! You’re not a scarecrow!”
"Patrick Willis! And Navarro Bowman! Are you injured? Or is that guy coming once a month? Stuck! You! Need! Stuck! Your own! Position! Damn it! Pressure! You need to press! Pressure, pressure, pressure! Their offensive line is not feeling any pressure at all!"
"You! You! And you!"
"Look at your performance today, it stinks! But you are not angry at all? You dare not accuse each other? But you sit here and think about it? What on earth is this? A pantomime on a Broadway stage? Vent Come out! Explode! Get all your thoughts out!”
"I'm not satisfied with the arrogance of those bastards on the offensive team!"
"I'm not satisfied with those trash guys on the defensive team letting down their guard!"
"Speak out! Speak out all your dissatisfaction, all your anger, all your emotions! I need that team back! I need that energetic and vital team back!"
"Yes, those bastards on the offensive team are simply arrogant, but today they stumbled, stumbled hard. Now they realize their mistakes again, arrogant, arrogant, and ignorant! Why don't the defensive team fight back? A slap in the face? If they don't realize their mistake by now, then we're going to ruin this season."
"Yes, I said, we will end all our efforts this season. If they still can't realize the importance of their teammates, if they still can't realize that they must stay humble and low-key, if they can't communicate with the whole team now, The team is united, so... what is twelve consecutive wins? Even after sixteen consecutive wins and entering the playoffs, we are still greeted by failure!"
"I need my teammates, I need my team, I need that team that is 30 points behind but still believes that it can come back! Because I have not given up, I have no intention of giving up, and I will not give up. , I still want to win, I still want to win the Super Bowl! I still want to beat the arrogant Bill Belichick!"
"I need you! God damn it!"
"I need to win!"
"Only cowards will give up! Only cowards will be afraid! Only cowards will hesitate! But we are warriors! We are warriors! We are fighters! There is no effort until the last moment of the game, no burning of the last drop of blood, no last try A means that we will never give up! I! Need! My! Comrades! I! Need! Victory!"
Lu Ke's voice was so deafening that the entire locker room was filled with excitement, passion, and blood boiling!
Hearty, truly hearty, Lu Ke completely released the blazing fire in his heart, and his words suddenly returned to a calm posture, and he said loudly, "So, where are they?"
The first figure to stand up was beyond everyone's expectations——
Randy Moss.
He stood up unswervingly, and under the gaze of everyone, walked step by step towards Lu Ke, stared at Lu Ke intently, and said through gritted teeth, as if he was eating Lu Ke's flesh and blood, "You said, victory?" "
"I said, victory!" Lu Ke hit back head-on without showing any signs of weakness, and then Lu Ke stretched out his right hand and placed it in front of Moss with the back of his hand facing up.
Moss could feel the blood and tenacity between the lines of Lu Ke's words, and his eyes became sharp and sharp, as if he said: Then, I will believe you just once!
Then, Moss overlapped his right hand on the back of Lu Ke's hand.
