Chapter 172: The Folded Iron Plate

"Hills! Are you hibernating? He shouted at the nickname he didn't like, and smiled flatteringly at Dwayne Johnson, who was a little annoyed by him, who was frowning and trying to say something to him, but when he saw his flattering fat face, he had to tilt his brow to the side.

The defensive coach was secretly resentful just now, the defensive team was not effective in defending the city, and old Walter actually temporarily commanded his own troops. Johnson is not just worried about the team's or league's paper-and-paper communication system.

"You quit the channel for me!" Richardson's low voice rang out in the communication board in Moleno's hand, and the captain of the defensive team on the field stood near the halfway line, his tired body still straight. He beckoned and motioned for the team members to move closer to each other for the last deployment before the technical pause according to the tactical arrangements that Old Walter had just made.

"I'm holding Dwayne Johnson's holographic board! You self-righteous fool! Moleno immediately understood what Richardson meant, and the middle-aged senior thought that he had violated the league's information security by using the holographic watch's illegal app to hack into the private communication channel and talk to him.

You must know that this kind of application is widely spread on the Internet, and those who are interested can even use the watch in their hands to easily search for the download link that is out of the security review mechanism of the Union, and can use it after a simple registration and a small payment of one or two small money.

Channel intrusion software can crack civilian-grade encryption very quickly, such as low-level encrypted communication channels such as football high school league games, which can be successfully invaded within minutes. Crazy rugby fans can even listen to the wonderful tactical set-up behind the scenes of the two teams in peace of mind.

But when it comes to military-grade encryption for professional leagues run by big competitive entertainment companies, they're useless, so there's no climate for them.

"Remember the conversation we had on the night of the Angel Bowl the year before? Doesn't the current situation remind you of something? "Moreno. Ruvio reminded his senior loudly, and when he saw Richardson's apparently stiff movements, he knew immediately that the captain of the defense remembered the conversation they had had together that night.

"Austin of the Azazle Winged Whales. Sanders, it's not the Gene in front of you. Faber! The fat man furrowed his brows and yelled at the communication board with a gloomy face.

Moreno's words instantly evoked Richardson's slumbering memories of the chubby year-boy who had not yet appeared when he first joined the Sabertooth Tigers and was in the same dormitory building as him, and they didn't know each other well at first, except for a few ordinary encounters in training.

But that night, when Richardson was going to watch the 'Angel Bowl' final of the finale of professional rugby, as he had done in previous years, Moleno . Ruvio came uninvited, and he walked into the bedroom of the senior in the defensive team with a lot of cheap snacks, and unceremoniously babbled with Richardson while unceremoniously eating frog milk and talking about plums.

Both men were disgusted by the Azarzler Wingwhales, who were as furious as the god of war possessed All-Star No. 1 running forward Austin in the legendary race at the time. Sanders' physicality was envied.

The striker, who is said to have a Barekas ancestry with a lot of crazy rumours and conspiracy theories, has single-handedly destroyed almost all of the team's solid defences.

But in this battle of the 'Angel Cup', which determined the outcome of the world, the Beelzebub Stallion team, which had the most glorious record of undefeated records in the whole league, made it difficult for this beast that was always mad.

The Stallions' group of defenders, who were no more physical than other teams, suppressed Sanders' fierce charges again and again with tenacious zone defense, and had the last laugh with an extremely slim two-point advantage in the end, achieving a continuation of the golden era of Beelzebub football.

After the fierce competition to watch, the two went on to watch the awards ceremony together, at this time the rookie Moleno who was eating candy. Ruvio asked Kevin Brown, who was already the leader of the Sabertooth Tigers' defensive team at the time. Richardson asks such a question.

"Senior, why can't Sanders's bullet penetrate this iron plate of the stallion team? You must know that if you look at the quality of the board, the defensive system of Bailier and Abaddon is obviously more significant, and the physical fitness of the players is also superior. ”

To this question, Richardson thought for a moment and answered almost perfectly with the attitude of an upper: "The stallion has thicker boards. "As a sophomore who has loved rugby since childhood and played a major role on a good high school team, Richardson has a good eye for analysing the game.

"The number of players on the court is limited, and they can't just increase the defense in the middle and ignore the side breakthrough, you must know that this is exactly the intention of the Whales to absorb Xu Shi, the league's No. 1 wide receiver, but they have always used Sanders as a straight break in the middle, because if the defensive backbone of the Stallions team goes to defend Sanders, then the half-back and Xu Shi of the Wing Whales can give it a go." Molleno ate his snack and squeezed a smile at Richardson, who was looking at him.

"No, they didn't thicken the line, not at all." The fat boy watched the holographic TV with interest, and the captain of the Stallions, quarterback, Chase Brown, was shown in the camera. Bradfield was ecstatically lifting the "Angel Cup", the supreme championship trophy of the rugby professional league, and for a moment the fireworks were in the sky, the crowd was jubilant, and the noise and fierce noise made the two seem to feel what was happening at this moment in the famous stadium of Providenton.

"They just folded the same iron plate and that's it." Moleno stared at the screen blankly, and what he said just now seemed to be just talking to himself, but the mouth he had been chewing on stopped at this time, and he watched longingly at the fifty thousand Beelzebub fans crying and laughing and hugging their heroes. The Vicarland Stadium celebrates the third victorious dynasty in a back-to-back.

At this moment, Moleno and Richardson looked at each other in unison, but they both noticed a strange look flashing in each other's eyes, and they couldn't help but smile at each other.