Chapter 954: Chapter 954: A Burst of Fighting Spirit

Chapter 954: A Burst of Fighting Spirit

"Useless. Trash. Sh*t. Sissies. Idiots. A**holes. Morons. Cripples. Crazy. Perverts."

One word, one word, he said them clearly and without any emotion. It was like an ice pick, stabbing every player one by one. But the problem was that the cold curses didn’t stir up a single ripple. The entire locker room was still dead silent. There was no life to be felt. It was as if Lu Ke was standing in a morgue or a graveyard.

Lu Ke was furious.

Lu Ke was truly, uncontrollably angry. The boiling anger in his blood was surging and gushing out like lava from a volcano. He was doing his best to stir up the stagnant water in front of him, but his immense anger was like hitting a ball of cotton. He wasn’t getting any response.

This was the most terrifying and desperate part. It made him feel powerless.

"Cowards. Cowards! You bunch of cowards! Cowards with no balls!"

Finally. After hearing this, there was finally a reaction. Slowly, a small number of teammates looked up, looking at Lu Ke in disbelief. In their emotionless eyes, a slight ripple could finally be seen. But this was not enough. Lu Ke needed to start a fire, to light it up and let it burn fiercely!

"You finally have a reaction? Is no one going to say anything? Huh? No one?"

"Is the offense not going to say anything?"

"For example, are we going to win this game by relying on you again? Or for example, you guys are the ones who are performing better? Or will the rest of the games, including the Super Bowl, rely on you? Is no one going to give their opinion?"

"Or do you also realize that your words are all a bunch of sh*t? Against the Rams, if it wasn’t for a little bit of luck at the last minute, we would have lost that game! Against the Dolphins, if the second team didn’t step up in time, we would have lost very badly, unbelievably badly!"

"Just like this game!"

"Zero points!"

"Our score in the first half is zero! It’s so bad it’s like a nightmare you can’t wake up from! Now you know to shut your big mouths? Huh? Now you know how to be humble? Why isn’t anyone stepping up to take responsibility? Why isn’t anyone stepping up to take the criticism? Cowards! You guys should go hide in the bathroom and cry with your Barbie dolls! D*mn it!"

"Is the defense not going to say anything?"

"For example, ’F*ck the offense, you guys got what you deserved?’ Or, for example, your performance is not a problem at all and is still under control? Or, you guys have already tried your best in the first half, and your current situation has nothing to do with you?"

"I think the truth is now clearer than ever: You guys are a bunch of losers! The offense’s accusations are all true. In the past few games, your inconsistent performance hasn’t been stable. Every time, you’re on the edge of a cliff. If we relied on you to help the team, we would have been shattered by now!"

"Look at this game!"

"Crushed!"

"Yes, I used that word. Brady completely crushed us! Completely! We didn’t even have the ability to fight back! All of our defense, both on the ground and in the air, was a disaster. What’s next? Are we going to let them score another 27 points in the second half? Are we going to watch them dominate us, and we’ll just stand here like idiots and surrender?"

"Fck! Fck, fck, fck! F*ck!"

Lu Ke’s anger had completely lost control. One curse word after another, he couldn’t stop. His entire lungs were on fire. The hot air was spewing out like a fire-breathing dragon, venting his anger. But his emotions still couldn’t calm down. They were getting more and more intense and more and more turbulent!

One by one, Lu Ke’s voice gradually rose. The loud curses echoed in the visitors’ locker room at Gillette Stadium. He was doing his best to re-energize his teammates, even if it was with anger. He needed them to stand up. He needed them to get angry. He needed them to vent.

So, Lu Ke roared like a beast, but it still wasn’t enough. He slammed his right fist on the locker door again. He picked up a helmet and slammed it on the ground. The pieces flew everywhere, and every player instinctively dodged.

There was a reaction.

They finally started to make physical reactions!

"Let me tell you, this is the New England Patriots. This is one of the top teams in the league. Not just them, but every single playoff game is this intense. If we can’t beat them, or if we don’t even have the ability to try, then what can we do in the playoffs? Huh? Trip over ourselves?"

"Or should we just give up now? Who cares about the Super Bowl or the playoffs? Just stay in the locker room and play with your Barbie dolls. Isn’t that better? Huh?"

"What are we doing?"

"Who can tell me what the f*ck we are doing? Ever since the game against the Saints, everything has completely fallen apart. You don’t even dare to look each other in the eye!"

"This is a professional football team! Not a girls’ school!"

"You can point fingers at each other, yell and curse, and let out all your anger. If you can’t handle the criticism and pressure, then you’d better get out of this locker room right now, because this is where warriors gather. Victory doesn’t just come to you. We have to fight for it! Fight until the very last minute!"

"You can say, ’F*ck you, Bambi, you played a terrible half.’ Three interceptions! The elementary mistakes were a disaster. Did you forget how to pass the ball when you’re in the wind? Or did you get so scared of Belichick that your knees got weak and you couldn’t stand straight?"

"Logan Newman! Catch the d*mn football! Their cornerback is not Deion Sanders! Isn’t the team supposed to win because of you? Do something! Don’t just stand there like you’re sleepwalking! You’re a tight end. Either you catch the ball or you block. If you’re just going to stand there like a mannequin, do you think we don’t have enough mannequins?"

"Randy Moss! Run, for God’s sake! If you want to take a walk, Foxborough is clearly not the best place! Or are you thinking about the good old days? Thinking about your time under Belichick? Thinking about the good times when Brady led you? Get real. Even that year, you didn’t get a Super Bowl!"

"Aldon Smith! Look, look before every snap! Can you still use your eyes? Or have you been drinking so much that you can’t see anything? Look at their routes! Look at their tactical plan! Hold your position, d*mn it! You are not a scarecrow!"

"Patrick Willis! And Navarro Bowman! Are you guys injured? Or is it that time of the month? Hold your positions! You! Have! To! Hold! Your! Positions! D*mn it! Pressure! You need to apply pressure! Pressure, pressure, pressure! Their offensive line doesn’t feel any pressure at all!"

"You! You! And you!"

"Look at your performance today. It stinks! But you don’t have any anger? You don’t dare to blame each other? You just sit here with your heads down? What is this? A mime show on Broadway? Let it out! Erupt! Say everything that’s on your mind!"

"I’m not happy with the arrogance of those a**holes on offense!"

"I’m not happy with the complacency of those losers on defense!"

"Say it! Say all the dissatisfaction, all the anger, all the emotions! I need that team back! I need that energetic and lively team back!"

"Yes, those a**holes on offense are arrogant, but they have failed today. They have failed miserably, and they are now realizing their mistakes. Arrogance, pride, ignorance! Why isn’t the defense fighting back and hitting them in the face? If they still don’t realize their mistakes, then we are going to lose this season."

"Yes, I said it. We’re going to end all of our efforts for this season. If they still don’t realize how important their teammates are, if they still don’t realize that they have to be humble, if they still can’t unite with the entire team, then... who cares about a 12-game winning streak? Even if we get a 16-game winning streak and go to the playoffs, we will still be met with failure!"

"I need my teammates, I need my team, I need that team that, even when they were down by 30 points, still believed that they could make a comeback! Because I haven’t given up, I don’t plan on giving up, and I won’t give up! I still want to win! I still want the Super Bowl! I still want to beat that arrogant Bill Belichick!"

"I need you! For God’s sake!"

"I need to win!"

"Only cowards give up! Only cowards are afraid! Only cowards hesitate! But we are warriors! We are fighters! We are competitors! Until the very last minute of the game, until we have burned the last drop of blood, until we have tried every last method, we will never give up! I! Need! My! Teammates! I! Need! Victory!"

The whole locker room was filled with the deafening sound of Lu Ke’s voice. It was full of passion, ambition, and a burning fighting spirit!

Finally, feeling refreshed, Lu Ke let out all the fire inside him. His voice suddenly returned to a calm state, and he said with conviction, "So, where are they?"

The first person to stand up surprised everyone.

It was Randy Moss. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

He stood up firmly and, with everyone watching, walked toward Lu Ke, looking him in the eye. He gritted his teeth and said, as if he was eating Lu Ke’s flesh, "You said, ’victory’?"

"I said, ’victory’!" Lu Ke hit back without showing any weakness. Then Lu Ke extended his right hand, with the back of his hand facing up, and put it in front of Moss.

Moss could feel the fighting spirit and toughness in Lu Ke’s words. His eyes became sharp and fierce, as if to say, "Then, I’ll believe you this one time!"

Then, Moss placed his right hand on top of Lu Ke’s.

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