Training was over, night was falling, but Randy Moss still wasn't leaving.

Moss is not stupid, on the contrary, he is very smart.

Five games into the regular season, but he has barely won any chance to perform; Even when he appears as a rotation player, he has a limited number of passes he can target, and more often than not, he is used as a tactical pawn to contain the running path of defenders.

In Moss's words, a scarecrow. It is placed in a rice field to attract or repel crows, but it has no real effect.

The problem is that he's not a scarecrow, he shouldn't be a scarecrow! He is a warrior, even if he is no longer young, even if he is scarred, even if he is no longer in the same state, but in his blood, he is still a real warrior, he is eager to fight, he is hungry for blood, he is eager to fight!

After retiring, he chose to make a comeback again, he didn't want to be a scarecrow on the bench!

Those stinky dead children, they all thought that he was finished, he was finished, and they all thought that they were great, as if they already had the whole world, but the person who had really touched the top of the world was him, and it should be him! They should all look up to themselves and surrender to themselves, rather than treating themselves as ordinary receivers.

God hell! He's not your average wide receiver, he's Randy Moss! Unique Randy Moss!

Moss knew that he had to stand up, fight for himself, fight for himself, fight for himself, his glory and medals were not earned by sitting quietly and silently, but taking the initiative to attack, after experiencing the test of blood and fire, with his own injuries and pain!

So, after today's daily training, Moss left the training base; Then he sneaked back around and waited in the parking lot, waiting for all the players to leave, and he was ready to have a long talk with Hubble face to face:

He needs to earn a place in the dressing room, he needs to establish himself in the team, he needs to get a chance to prove himself in the game; What's more, he needs the quarterback to value his presence, he needs the quarterback to match his way of playing, he needs to win more minutes and catches -

He's not some old man! He's not a rookie who comes and goes! He's not just a nobody anyone who can command him!

He, Randy Moss, is still the king of this stadium even though he is thirty-two years old!

The wait was extremely long and difficult, and in the midst of boredom, Moss turned on his tablet and began to watch the game footage.

However, the moment of tranquility was shattered!

That rookie quarterback, who didn't have a few beards, actually ran over and taught himself how to run, which was really unbelievable. It's true that he thinks the little guy is quite interesting, and the past few weeks have shown some bright spots worth discussing, but that doesn't mean that the hairy boy can stand in front of him and point fingers arrogantly.

That guy's words really him off! Unprecedented!

Suppressed and depressed, waited and waited, the other party's interference and questioning finally pulled the trigger, so, gushing, Moss was completely in full fire, and the vulgar and sharp foul words kept popping out, and all the depression and grievances in his heart exploded.

"Really?" Lu Ke said loudly, without the slightest hesitation or fear, and slammed back straight like this.

A sentence without a beginning or an end, Moss was actually stunned like this, he didn't understand what was going on at all, and he didn't understand the source of this sentence, after a slight pause, he was about to continue cursing, Lu Ke continued to speak, interrupting his speaking rhythm.

"In 2007, in the ninth week of the regular season, the New England Patriots played against the Indianapolis Colts."

Lu Ke's opening created more question marks, and Moss didn't understand what was going on at all, but as the words progressed, Moss's memory box opened little by little.

"The second offense of the third quarter, the same inward run route, ran from the left to the center, a short pass of six to seven yards or so. Brady's quick kick-off, quick shot, and at the time, your running path wasn't as fancy, and against a cornerback and an inside lineback, and a safety guard was making up for it quickly, you got to the position with the running line in the playbook and finished the catch. ”

Similar situations, similar attacks, similar scenarios, but with very different results. Once, Moss finished catching the ball; Once, Moss missed the catch.

Moss was completely stunned, and couldn't believe it: Did Lu Ke do it on purpose or unintentionally? Why, does he remember the details and architecture of those attacks so clearly?

Just as Moss tried to refute, Lu Ke added, "Do you need me to tell us more about the names of the cornerbacks, linebacks and security guards at that time, as well as their running routes?" ”

Moss kept his mouth shut, and if he continued, it would be a humiliation.

Lu Ke stood, his footsteps did not move, he stared at Moss intently, did not continue to speak, but let the silence slowly spread.

This made Moss feel cramped and uneasy, but after a little calm, Moss felt his anger again, and his anger was bubbling up, "Grass! The foul words popped out again, bursting out majestically and majestically with exponential, triple, and quadruple momentum, and there was even an urge to swing a fist and step up.

"So, really? Is there really no problem with your running route? Is it true that the route selection in the tactical manual cannot be changed? Did Brady and your connection really not complete the communication ahead of time? Is it really my problem that the team's tactics have been slow to find your place? Is the running you're sticking to really the best option? ”

A series of rhetorical questions instantly interrupted Moss's rhythm of speaking, he was speechless, the nameless fire began to burn, he only wanted to strangle that guy now, with his own hands, he pinched that throat fiercely, cut off all the words, and there was only one thought left in his mind, "Shut up!" Shut up! All//shut your mouth! ”

But Lu Ke still chased after him.

"Let me tell you the answer?" Lu Ke continued to speak, "Because that's the New England Patriots, because that's Bill Bilicek, because that's Tom Brady; And here, nothing. If I say something wrong, feel free to correct me or refute me. ”

Of the three teams in Moss's career, the only manager who can overpower him is Bilicek.

It's not that Moss is reluctant to run a relatively fixed course, but because the San Francisco 49ers have not been able to tame the wild horse.

The words pierced Moss's sensitive nerves, and he couldn't refute it. Little by little, the shame grew, and between punching and controlling his temper, he chose the latter - today, he still needed to talk to the manager, and it was better to avoid getting into trouble, so he turned and left.

Straightening his chest and raising his head high, even if he is embarrassed, even ashamed, even angry, Moss still unswervingly maintains his pride, the pride of "Randy Moss", will not choose to bow his head because of youth and not because of injury and condition, this is the conclusion of a long career, because in the professional league, in the cruel society, no one will pity the weak.

Lu Ke is still too young. He can't understand Moss's persistence and mentality, nor can he understand Moss's stubbornness and stubbornness, but he can interpret the pride in Moss's back, the pride of pride that would rather bend than bend, and the pride of refusing to surrender and admit defeat even if he is covered with bruises.

"Randy Moss, why did you choose to make a comeback?"

Lu Ke's voice was full of the youth and vigor of a young man, echoing in the empty parking lot, and the raging wind could not shake the vigorous vitality, which made Moss's footsteps stop involuntarily.

"You are a legend! A true legend! Do you know? What exactly does the name 'Randy Moss' mean? For the cornerbacks, it was a terrible nightmare; And for quarterbacks, it's a wonderful wonderland. You've made a lot of history, you've had a brilliant career, and even if you retire right now, you'll be able to easily get into the Hall of Fame, there's no doubt about it. ”

"You don't need to prove yourself."

Unconsciously, Moss straightened his spine again, even though his spine was completely straight, but he still raised his chin and opened his shoulders, and the arrogance that burst out from the inside out made him clench his fists tightly.

You don't need to prove yourself.

This sentence is so heavy and precious to Moss.

All his life, he has tried to prove himself because he is considered to be inferior to Jerry-Rice, the best wide receiver in history, not only for his on-court performances, but also for his off-court reputation, but also because of the number of Super Bowls that have been so different – Jerry Rice has won three Super Bowls! At the same time, he is also the MVP of a Super Bowl!

He'll never be able to catch up with Jerry Rice.

His pain, his struggles, his mission, no one else can ever understand.

"You know what? I'm jealous of you because you have a gift, a talent that makes you maddened with envy. As long as you stand on the pitch, you seem to have a natural sense of touch, always able to smell opportunities and open up situations; It's something I've dreamed of, and I'm going to have to work tenfold and hundredfold to barely catch up with you......"

Suddenly, Lu Ke's words changed tone, and Moss couldn't help frowning, turned around suddenly, and cursed in disgust, "So what? What does this mean? Are you trying to win my sympathy now? This set doesn't work, you know, if you have a pair of big/breasts/parts, I'll probably think about it. ”

In the face of Moss's complaint, Lu Ke was not angry, but chuckled.

Sure enough, it is Moss's usual style, which can never be predicted.