Found November 02, 2011 on
Pro Sports Daily:
Seattle Seahawks rookie cornerback Richard Sherman wasn't too impressed with Cincinnati Bengals wide receiver A.J. Green.
"He's probably one of the most overrated receivers out there. He wasn't anything special," Sherman said after making his first career start.
"(Rookie Andy) Dalton is a good quarterback. He makes good decisions. But A.J. Green is just a lot of noise-talking and bad routes."
A fifth-round pick in the 2011 draft, Sherman did have an interception - and deflected another pass for an interception by teammate Kam Chancellor. Sherman has 15 tackles in seven games this season.
The fourth overall pick of the 2011 draft, Green had four catches for 63 yards with a touchdown in the Bengals' 34-12 victory.
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