My Predator System

Chapter 157

He had two days to impress the coach with his skills. Rex had been giving him pointers about gaming strategies and body language to detect where their defence team were going to go next. The offence line and the blockers.

"That's nice. I can go for the offence lineman."

"Sure. If you're tough enough and you can handle the defence team..."

"You're too small." The coach said to him stoically chewing on hay.

He touched his shirt. "You can't be able to handle the defence team without size and brute strength. Can you handle the prospect of a 6'3 foot man weighing 290-300 pounds coming at you. He may as well throw you over himself like a bloody buffalo on coke."

Rex snorted. Remembering a buffalo throwing a lion over itself.

"I have to get big? I don't think that'll be possible."

"That's up to you, Undercut. You have to have the intelligence to help make a pass count. And that's all that matters."

"White 80! Hut!" The quarterback roared the numbers before the snap and Maks braced himself.