Obviously, facing the young Lu Yiqi, the same young Pittsburgh Steelers also have a lot to say. This is the case for several players who appeared as representatives. From them, they can see the entire Pittsburgh Steelers' perceptions and views on Lu Yiqi at a glance.

But others were still relatively restrained, or they maintained basic respect, just looking at it with their eyes, while Roslisberg was more bold and direct, and expressed it directly without reservation. The eager eyes seemed to feel the surging emotions in the chest, and they would not be happy without vomiting.

Of course, standing in public, Roslisberg naturally would not be stupid enough to expose his true thoughts and then become the target of siege for journalists across the United States, but his eyes and attitudes could detect subtle changes.

When he stepped forward to shake hands with Lu Yiqi in a friendly manner, Roslisberg looked at Lu Yiqi with a picky look, as if a giant was looking at the residents of the Little People's Country—

Objectively speaking, Lu Yiqi's height is very strong and strong, and has nothing to do with thinness. Even if he is an active tight end, there is no problem; but standing in front of Ross Risberg, he was indeed at a disadvantage. You must know that there is no reason why Ross Risberg is called "Big Ben".

The size of 6.43 feet (196 cm) and 240 pounds (108 kg) is a size stronger than Lu Yiqi, which makes Rossrisberg stand in front of Lu Yiqi like a thick wall; coupled with Rossrisberg's rough and tough temperament, it contrasts with Lu Yiqi's elegant bookish spirit, and the visual effect is even more disparate.

I always feel that Roslisberg can bully Lu Yiqi at any time, at least from a visual perspective, the picture is a bit funny.

Standing in front of Rossrisberg, Lu Yiqi lowered half of his head, and then the positions of both sides formed a sense of dislocation of heights and lows. Not to mention bystanders, even Lu Yiqi himself could feel this subtle difference, and Rossrisberg was making full use of this physical advantage to exert pressure.

Roslisberg looked at Lu Yiqi in front of him with a condescending smile, as if he had noticed something funny: obviously, the rumor was an exaggeration.

The league always says that Lu Yiqi is like a current player, not only young but also strong, and indeed shows a different style from most coaches; but now it seems to be an exaggeration, and those rumors of the splash are just distorted because of Lu Yiqi's results.

Those boasts wanted to say Lu Yiqi as a god with three heads and six arms descended to earth, and ordinary things also brought mysterious colors.

Now after the real meeting, we can see that the rumors are just rumors after all. The real Lu Yiqi disappointed Roslisberg. In this way, regarding Lu Yiqi's magical dispatch and command on the field, as well as the overall layout and on-site response, it is probably necessary to delete some water, a large amount of water.

"coach."

Roslisberg showed a big smile at Lu Yiqi and stretched out his right hand, like a well-behaved bear baby; however, when the two men finished shaking hands, Roslisberg's right hand began to exert force, clamping Lu Yiqi's right hand tightly like iron pliers, preparing to let Lu Yiqi suffer a secret loss.

Rogers, standing behind Lu Yiqi, noticed the abnormality immediately. He could also feel the contempt and provocation in Roslisberg's eyes and attitude. Compared with the two defensive generals, the quarterback's emotions were more exposed and more difficult to control.

But Rogers was not worried at all, but instead threw a sympathetic look at Roslisberg:

Another idiot was deceived by the coach's "weak" temperament.

After being deceived one after another, the challengers who had been one after another finally turned around and left in a mess, but they were still stupid and unaware of it.

Rogers looked at the bottom with a melon-eating expression, and he could see the two people's right hands tightly clenched. Roslisberg took the lead in exerting force, but it was like holding a stone, and he could not shake it at all. Seeing Roslisberg's expression a little shaken, he obviously did not expect the predicament he encountered on the front. Then, he was a little bit shocked and distracted, and the coach's right hand launched a counterattack.

The coach's right forearm power burst out completely, and the prominent blue veins wrapped around his arms like vines, creating a tattoo effect. The arm muscles hidden under the sportswear quietly supported the fabric. If you stretch a little apart, you won't notice such details, but they were fully exposed under Rogers' nose.

Even Rogers could feel the coach's shoulders and back muscles contracting and tensing together, and all the forces were twisted into a rope and concentrated towards his right hand, bursting out instantly, forming a countermeasure. The wide and thick palms wrapped around Roslisberg's quarterback palm like a palm fan, suppressing them completely.

pinch.

pinch!

Rogers raised his gaze and saw Roslisberg's cheeks flushed with naked eyes. His small eyes were so wide that they were so strong that they were staring at the boss. He gritted his teeth and poured all his strength. As a result, he could not breathe at all. His cheeks quietly swollen, as if two balloons were stuffed into it.

"puff."

Can't laugh, Aaron, can't laugh!

Rogers tried his best to control his cold and arrogant image. He did not break the effort, but when he looked at Roslisberg raised his eyes in disbelief, his pupils were shaking violently, and he stared at Lu Yiqi in surprise and panic. His expression was really funny. Rogers endured it very hard.

"Come on! Looking forward to a wonderful game!" Rogers could hear the coach's voice coming, and could speak while exerting full force. Rogers could also capture the faint smile in the coach's voice, as if he still had the strength to control the overall situation easily and ease.

Roslisberg's pupils were shaking at a speed of three hundred vibrations per second.

Rogers could no longer help, turned around and looked behind, then saw Driver's puzzled eyes. He also noticed that the coach and Rossrisberg's handshake were a little longer, but he was a little distance away and could not directly see what happened.

Rogers leaned over and whispered in Driver's ear, "He tried to provoke the coach, but he was taught a lesson."

"Puchi", Driver didn't give him any face at all, and he burst out laughing: Obviously, he could also guess what was going on-

The Pittsburgh Steelers are so naive. Do they think there are a group of little lambs inside the Green Bay Packers team? Are they just so obediently subdued by Lu Yiqi? Didn't they want to resist or confront? Don't the parties involved know the situation better than them?
Chapter completed!