Almighty Coach

In the eleventh round, the game is drawing to a close.

Highfield tried it with a jab, but Taylor quickly dodged it. Afterwards, Taylor slid forward, and Highfield immediately retreated to keep a safe distance from Taylor.

"Taylor's physical fitness has not been exhausted yet! He is 33 years old, how can he have better physical fitness than when he was young?" Highfield began to feel anxious, which was completely different from what he had expected before.

The stamina Taylor showed today greatly exceeded Heyfield's imagination. Heyfield thought that Taylor would not be able to fight a protracted battle at all, but he did not expect that after ten rounds, Taylor still retained a lot of physical fitness.

"Is it going to be twelve rounds?" Highfield suddenly realized this.

At the same time, Taylor began to attack, still using the signature swing and dash, and then quickly attacked directly with combined punches. This attack interrupted Highfield's thoughts, and he had to get rid of distracting thoughts in his mind and put all his energy into the game.

Facing the defensive master Highfield, Taylor's attack was another futile attempt. Highfield dodged left and right, and then directly hugged Taylor. The referee had to stop the game and separate the two.

Immediately afterwards, there was another temptation, a new round of attack, a new round of dodge, repeating everything just now.

Finally, the bell rang, and the eleventh round was over, and Highfield returned to the corner of the ring. At this moment, he could finally calm down, think carefully, and analyze the current situation.

Feeling exhausted, Highfield really wanted to lie down and rest, until he took a sip of drink, which made Highfield feel much more comfortable. Eleven rounds of competition also caused Highfield to consume too much energy. He is 34 years old. Yes, one year older than Taylor. This kind of high-intensity competition is also a great test for Highfield.

The coach came over and said: "We are at a disadvantage in points, and you are now four points behind Taylor."

Highfield's complexion suddenly became serious. If the gap of four points was in the previous few rounds, Highfield would not have taken it to heart at all, but now it is the last round of the game, and the opponent is still Kevin Taylor. Highfield It is almost impossible to recover the disadvantage of these four points.

At the end of the match, if the two sides still haven't knocked out their opponents, then the final result will be determined by the points. At that time, Highfield, who is behind in points, will lose the game and lose the WBA champion belt.

"It's the last round, and my physical strength has almost bottomed out. Taylor won't be any better than me. He must be at the end of his battle. Maybe I just need to attack again, and I can knock him down!" Highfield thought Here, decide to make a last-ditch effort.

...

Taylor has always maintained a fast breathing rhythm and high-intensity competitions, which consumed too much physical energy and caused his muscles to produce a lot of lactic acid. He must inhale more oxygen to break down the lactic acid in his body as soon as possible Lose.

"It's the last round, and I'm leading by four points. More importantly, I still have physical fitness! Coach Li is right, I can play the full twelve rounds." Taylor can feel that what he has left His physical fitness is enough to support him to launch two or three more offenses.

"Actually, as long as I stick to it, I can win. In just one round, it is impossible for Highfield to catch up with the gap of these four points." Taylor thought of this, and turned to Iris beside him: " Coach, it's the last round, what should I do? Offensive or defensive?"

"What do you think? Are you planning to attack or defend?" Iris asked back.

"I don't know," Taylor replied.

Iris smiled slightly: "Kevin, the game is up to now, and there is still the last round left. As a coach, I have done everything I can do, so the next game is up to you to choose, whether to attack or defend." , it’s up to you to decide, the advice I can give you is to follow your original intention.”

"Original heart?" A trace of confusion flashed in Taylor's eyes.

"Yes." Iris nodded seriously: "You are a boxer. When you stand in the boxing ring, what you have to do is not only to pursue victory, but also to show your true self, a Real Kevin Taylor!"

Taylor seemed to understand what Iris meant, he stood up, and walked to the center of the ring with big strides.

...

The bell rang for the start of the final round.

Highfield changed his normal routine, he leaned forward, and at the same time he punched out a test.

"Is Highfield going to attack? He must have realized that he was behind in points, so he chose to attack actively. But having said that, although Highfield is known as a heavyweight defensive master, his offensive level is also top in the world. He Although his heavy punches are not the strongest, but in the close-range attack and defense, his skills and speed can make every opponent suffer."

As soon as the commentator finished speaking, Highfield really approached Taylor.

As a former Olympic bronze medalist, Highfield's technique is impeccable. The characteristics of his fists are fast and tricky. A punch may not directly knock out the opponent, but it can definitely cause a lot of damage to the opponent. , and when the killing effect continues to accumulate, the small injury becomes a major injury, and finally becomes a fatal injury.

To put it simply, Highfield's fist is like running water, no matter how angular the stone is, it will turn into smooth pebbles after being continuously washed by the water.

However, Taylor is obviously one of those hard rocks. His ability to resist punching is the top among heavyweight boxing, and his style of play has also decided that he must be beaten before he wants to beat someone. So in the face of Highfield's attack, Taylor did not back down, he went straight up, avoided the vital position, and punched Highfield.

In the flash again, the two confronted each other quickly, and then hugged each other.

This situation happened many times in the previous rounds. Highfield attacked, Taylor chose to attack, and then each punched the opponent's body, but they might not hit. In short, neither of them took advantage of the opponent. , and then the two either retreated from each other, or hugged each other, and let the referee separate the two.

"It's the same as before. I hit him, and he hit me." Highfield looked at Taylor on the opposite side. He recalled the confrontation just now, and he was surprised to find that Taylor's movements did not appear to be slow.

"Taylor can still play, how much stamina does he have left?"

...

Taylor's chest heaved and he was panting heavily. For him, every attack would consume a lot of energy.

"In the confrontation just now, Highfield hit me, and I hit him, both of which were effective hits. We each lost one point, so I still have an advantage of four points. The remaining time of the game has passed. Not much, as long as I defend conservatively, then the victory belongs to me!"

The word "defense" came out of Taylor's mind, but it made him feel very awkward.

"Defense? Damn, I'm Kevin Taylor, why does the word 'defense' appear in my dictionary, is it because I'm old? Have I become timid even in the game? I keep backing and dodging like a coward , let the remaining time be so tight, drag the fight to the end, that's not what I, Kevin Taylor, do! When I started to learn boxing from day one, Angie told me that boxing is about knocking out opponents !"

Taylor couldn't help thinking of his adoptive father Angie, and the next second, his eyes were full of heat.

"I am Kevin Taylor. What I pursue is not just victory. I want to move forward and knock out my opponent. That is my only goal in the game! Only continuous attack is the real me!"

In the next second, Taylor moved forward decisively.

...

"Taylor is attacking again!" Highfield quickly dodged, avoiding Taylor's attack this time.

"It's really menacing. It's the last round. He leads by four points. As long as he defends, he can get the sound, but he is still attacking!" Highfield looked at Taylor with some surprises. He felt that if it was him , In this case, you will definitely choose to hide and defend, run out of time, and wait for the victory to come.

"Does Taylor really want to KO me? But this kind of attack, in addition to consuming more energy, will also expose flaws. This is tantamount to giving me a chance, giving me a chance to come back at the last moment. I just need to take advantage of it." When he is attacking, give him a fatal blow, and you may knock him down!"

Thinking of this, Highfield suddenly became a little excited, as if he saw hope.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!"

Another attack by Taylor, combined punches, and the sound of the wind reached Heyfield's ears, but in fact, his fist was faster than the wind, and Heyfield did it after avoiding Taylor's fist. Fist wind was heard.

"What a ferocious attack!" Haifield was startled, and the excitement that had just arisen was immediately extinguished.

"Taylor really wants to knock me out! If this kind of heavy punch is hit, I will be knocked out!"

"If I get knocked out by KO, I will not only lose this match, but I will also lose in an ugly way!"

"I'm only four points behind now. This can only be regarded as a slight disadvantage. If I lose the game by a slight disadvantage, at least my face will look better!"

"Time is running out, do you want to fight again? I have a chance to KO Taylor."

"But he also has a chance to knock me out! I've already fought for a round, am I going to be knocked down by Taylor in the last round?"

At this second, Highfield fell into a fierce struggle in his heart. It seemed that a little angel with a halo and a little devil with two horns appeared above his head. They were arguing fiercely.

"Should I fight, or hide?"

Highfield didn't know how to choose, yet his body made the decision for him.

Taylor launched a new attack.

Highfield chose to retreat without hesitation.

This is not an action after his thinking, but an instinctive reaction of his body.

Highfield's instinct told him that facing this situation, he should shrink back!

...

Under the boxing ring, when Highfield chose to retreat, Iris let out a sigh of relief.

"He's advancing and he's holding back! The game's over! We've won..."