Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 192: Single-handed Bullfight
Regardless of Bailey's motives and attitude, he is right about one thing at least.

In the professional football arena, no one will show mercy because of the weight difference.

In fact, on the contrary, taking advantage of positional bias and using the size difference to eat away the opponent is a very common tactic in football offense and defense.

For example, the offensive team uses the tight end to eat the cornerback.

For example, the defense uses the defensive end to eat the running back.

There is a famous saying in the rugby field that only numbers and strength are irreversible advantages.

During his time in the NCAA, Levi has faced off against defensive ends, including Crimson Tide defensive end Allen, more than once or twice, and this should not change when he enters the professional arena.

It just so happens that Bailey can help Levi experience the authentic intensity of the NFL level. He believes that future opponents will definitely not show mercy. He also believes that there are many opponents who are eyeing the opportunity to prove themselves by stepping on the third pick in the 2017 draft.

then.

Levi stepped out.

So, what is the bullfighting in rugby all about?

"Levi, just get rid of the tackle." Childress's reminder came from the side.

It turned out to be the case.

In a sense, like basketball, bullfighting in rugby is also a one-on-one duel. The difference is that rugby tests tackling and collision.

No need for rugby, really, exactly like bullfighting.

"Ready. Set."

Bailey, wake up.

The eyes that had been sleepy behind the helmet finally opened. The two men lined up face to face, with their knees bent, waists bent, and one hand supporting the ground, which was somewhat similar to the starting posture of a 100-meter race. Then Bailey's eyes penetrated the helmet and fell on Levi, carrying a bloody breath.

Beast, wake up.

All around, there was a boiling excitement——

"Go ahead, Bailey, show him some color."

"Rookie! Rookie!"

The ferocious faces were distorted and hideous, the air was filled with smoke like a Colosseum, and the footsteps kept tapping the ground, slowly beginning to accumulate strength.

This was slightly different from the pattern Levi was familiar with.

In the past, when he was in college, he often had a certain amount of space to start, either speeding up or changing direction. He was always able to create opportunities, avoid physical disadvantages, and play to his strengths. Even when facing the team's defensive captain Allen, he was able to fool his opponent.

But the situation now is different.

There was only one yard of distance between Levi and Bailey, which was exactly the same as the formation in a formal game where the defensive linemen lined up face to face with the offensive linemen. This meant that Levi had no space to start or change direction. He had to confront head-on and use his body.

We must face up to our shortcomings.

No wonder Childress just emphasized that everyone except the quarterback must participate in training without exception.

Physical confrontation is the core essence of football. Collision, tackling, breaking free and breaking through all have to revolve around physical confrontation. Every position except the quarterback will face such a situation - not just possible, but 100%. Everyone must train.

In the NCAA, impact and confrontation training is often done against sponge sandbags, just like boxing against sandbags, continuously confronting the machine.

The key point is that the machine has no life and no temperature. It will not start, will not change, and will not feel momentum. Impact training is relatively simple.

But now, it's completely different.

The one-yard space was closer than expected. Levi and Bailey both leaned forward, their helmets almost colliding with each other. They could feel the constant compression of the airflow between their eyes and the tension of their muscles. Both of them were gasping for breath due to the warm-up training. Their hot breath sprayed on each other's faces like a bull. The air began to burn and boil, almost scalding the skin on their cheeks.

Beep.

Childress blew the whistle.

Starts instantly.

"boom!"

As soon as I started it, I hit a wall.

There was no time to react. Levi had just released his power when he felt an overwhelming force coming at him head-on. The force he had instantly burst out was swallowed up by the sea, and then bounced back, hitting him unreasonably, and his center of gravity was overturned. Humph.

My chest feels tight.

My internal organs exploded, but before I could feel the pain, my body felt lighter and I broke free from the constraints of gravity. In the next second, I realized that I was flying and the black sponge pad went black in front of my eyes.

boom!
Face landing.

Now I finally know the function of these sponge pads.

Until this moment, the pain nerves seemed to have finally recovered and sent out signals continuously. The pain mixed with shame surged in and exploded in the brain.

No chance. No chance at all. It was a complete crushing defeat.

Standing in front of Bailey, Levi finally felt the feeling of being in a desperate situation, and the whole world was spinning.

"Oh, rookie."

"Come on, rookie, make things a little more difficult."

"Show some skills, rookie."

"Is this the Tanhua show? Hahaha."

"poor child."

The clamor and cheers of laughter came down mercilessly like a rainstorm, bombarding Levi's eardrums with fury and fury.

Levi felt dizzy and was about to stand up when Bailey slammed Levi's shoulder against the sponge mat again, "Keep lying down."

Brutal. Rage. Catharsis.

Levi was caught off guard and was thrown back again like a paper man.

Bailey looked at the dizzy Levi, and finally let out a sigh of relief. He pounded his chest like King Kong, and scanned the entire audience with sharp eyes.

Mahomes. Kelsey. Hunter.

All those "overly passionate and overly hardworking" players have entered Pele's radar, and Pele has made his own way to make these guys quiet down.

Today is only the first day of spring training camp. There is really no need to work so hard. I believe these guys will be more well-behaved from now on.

Bailey turned his head to the side, spat, and was about to take off his helmet to rest when he heard a voice.

"How's that? Do you have the energy to do it again?"

Wait, this voice is...

Quietly, the noise quieted down, and everyone's eyes were directed to one place. Bailey turned around and saw Levi gasping for breath.

No embarrassment, no shame, no anger.

Not only that, the smile on the corners of his mouth even rose, and his eyes sparkled with excitement and joy. He was even more excited than before, and his eager attitude of rubbing his hands together seemed as if he particularly enjoyed the collision just now and couldn't wait to do it again.

The onlookers couldn't help but feel weak at the knees: Could this guy be an M?
Grass!
Bailey's heart also trembled slightly.

But Bailey calmed down immediately. Since someone came to him to be beaten, how could he refuse the kindness? Naturally, he had to reward the other party well.

"Haha, did you get hit and become stupid?" Bailey couldn't help but complain.

Levi twisted his neck, and his bones made a creaking sound. "Haha, maybe it will take two more times."

Although there was a smile on his face, the bloody smell between his lips and teeth spread, making people shudder. The commotion and booing around him subsided a little.

Even the usually lively Mahomes fell silent, watching the scene with trepidation.

Then, Bailey and Levi completed the formation again, just like before, with less than a yard of space between them, they seemed to be able to feel the temperature of each other's breath.

"Beep!"

Childress blew the whistle again.

(End of this chapter)