"Grass."

Rodgers lowered his head and followed his teammates into the player's passage in a slump, heading towards the visiting team's locker room.

The atmosphere in the Green Bay Packers team is quite relaxed. After all, they are still leading at the moment. In addition, they have indeed gained a little advantage in the overall performance. Even the offensive team that still has not been able to open the situation has pushed the half twice, which is not helpless.

What's more, the sky fell and the coach was holding on.

But Rogers was unable to integrate into the atmosphere in the team, immersed in his thoughts, and felt a low pressure on his body that he would not enter.

"Hey, man, there's still the second half." Driver came over and patted Rogers on the shoulder, smiled, and expressed comfort, "We still have a chance." Anyway, this is not the first time they are facing difficulties. This situation is no stranger to this season.

Rogers nodded randomly at Driver and tried to make a smile, but failed and laughed even worse than crying.

"Grass."

Deep down, Rogers couldn't help but curse and swear again. The lingering irritability made him feel in no mood to deal with his teammates.

The encouragement, trust, and care fell on Rogers at this time, but they all seemed to be sympathetic and pity. He could not bear it, but he could not defend himself. So he could only sulk at himself. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the more irritable he became, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more angry he was in anger.

At this time, Rogers's only idea was to shut up all the voices and silence them completely, and then he found a quiet space, and he wanted to be quiet.

But he knew that this was impossible, because there was still the second half of the game, and the halftime time had to be adjusted and arranged, and there was still a lot of work waiting. Sometimes, he would want to lose his temper willfulness, just like a child, crying whenever he wanted to cry, and laughing whenever he wanted to laugh; but then he thought that he had grown up and adult, and he no longer had the right to be willful. He had to put the overall situation first, and he couldn't help but become irritated.

"Grass!"

Rogers hated himself a little - or, he hated himself in such a difficult situation, but he couldn't tell whether he hated setbacks or was helpless in the face of setbacks, or whether there was no difference between these two situations.

Slap.

A gentle pat on his shoulder, Rogers turned his head suddenly, his eyebrows and eyes filled with impatient anxiety, and he glared fiercely.

As a result, Rogers suddenly became embarrassed and continued to get angry, but it was difficult to restrain his emotions. He was stuck in a position that was neither up nor down. So Rogers became even more angry with himself - he couldn't do the game, and even emotional management could not be done, so he was useless to be a quarterback.

In football games, the quarterback must be the calmest, most rational and most sober, and it is even more important than wise, smart, skilled, etc. Because the quarterback is the brain of the offensive group. Once the quarterback loses control, the entire offense will completely collapse.

Rogers, who always claims to be calm and smart, hates his current state very much, "You should be able to do better."

Rogers stood beside the coach with his head down and said nothing.

Many people in the team noticed the actions of Lu Yiqi and Rodgers, and they changed their sights one after another. They immediately thought of the offensive team in the first half. They took it for granted that Lu Yiqi should scold Rodgers, so their vision became obscure, and they looked at the expressions of Rodgers and Lu Yiqi with their eyes in a veil.

However, he did not expect that Lu Yiqi did not avoid or cover up, and looked at these gazes generously, which made the players feel guilty - but how should they define this "thief"? Could it be that his guess was wrong? Lu Yiqi did not intend to scold Rogers?

Realizing this, the light of the eyes that seemed to be there floated to Lu Yiqi again. His upright and calm appearance made all kinds of speculation settle down again.

Although they were still curious, their restlessness was strangled in the cradle in time. Then, the players entered the locker room one after another, and only Lu Yiqi and Rogers were left in the corridor.

Because of the limited intermission time, the locker room has tactical arrangements waiting. Without time to chat, Lu Yiqi went straight to the topic.

“Aron.”

Lu Yiqi called out, and Rogers responded in a low voice, indicating that he was listening but did not look up. Then Lu Yiqi called out again.

“Aron.”

Rogers raised his head a little annoyed, as if he was dissatisfied with Lu Yiqi's call: If you want to scold him, then start directly, there is no need to wait.

But those surging words finally stayed at the tip of the tongue and were not revealed directly. The remaining reason still controlled the impulse. Then Rogers saw Lu Yiqi's quiet and bright eyes, not angry, not regret, not disappointment, but familiar confidence and firmness.

What's going on?

Rogers' rumbling and chaotic brain paused for a moment, not knowing what to react.

"When I joined Green Bay, Mr. Thompson once asked me a question: Should Green Bay quarterback choose Favre or Rodgers? I think you should know my answer. I chose you, which is one of the reasons why I can stand here to direct the game."

Rogers was not ready to be moved, but he paused because Lu Yiqi's natural answer revealed, and he couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous, but his irritable and tense emotions seemed to temporarily retreat, and his attention was attracted by Lu Yiqi's words.

"I chose you because of your youth, your strength, or your potential. I believe you can surpass Favre to become a great player."

Sincerely, Lu Yiqi expressed his firmness with his eyes.

This is the first time Lu Yiqi conveyed his beliefs in front of Rogers in words, but in many cases, the weight of words is not as good as action.

Long before today, Lu Yiqi proved this belief with his own actions, and Rogers really felt it. So when he heard it with his own ears, Rogers could feel the weight behind the words more truly, and pressed heavily on his chest.

"I..." Rogers opened his mouth slightly, but his words stuck in his throat and couldn't say it, "...I know, but today I failed your trust."

Thousands of words turned into such a simple and embarrassing sentence, which is also the reason why Rogers is irritated-

He failed the trust of his coach and his teammates. As a quarterback, he must take responsibility for the team's offense being repeatedly blocked.

His performance should be even better. With his performance today, he is not worthy of the coach's trust and belief, which makes Rogers' stomach burn and angry.

The proud Rogers, the confident Rogers, and the stubborn Rogers, he could not bear to let down the weight of this trust.
Chapter completed!