Bill Belichick is using Jordon Hudson's methods to help his UNC players after practice
And now the legendary coach is using yoga to help his University of North Carolina players prepare for the new season.
The 73-year-old is in his first ever college football role after joining the Tar Heels back in January. His tenure has so far been dominated by his relationship with Hudson and the 24-year-old's perceived influence on Belichick and UNC football.
The couple went viral in March after Hudson shared pictures of them performing acrobatics on the beach.
In one image, the 24-year-old could be seen lying horizontally on her boyfriend's outstretched legs. Belichick later joked that he is simply 'trying to stay young'.
And this week, the six-time Super Bowl winner opened up on how yoga is now helping his players get in shape ahead of the new season.
The legendary coach is using yoga to help his UNC players prepare for the new season
'Yoga is a recovery technique. It's not really a training technique,' Belichick said. 'We use it more for recovery, and there are a lot of benefits to it.
'It's a good way after a couple, three, four days of practices to give the body a chance to recover, stretch, get the blood flowing, and so forth.'
Belichick built an NFL dynasty alongside Tom Brady during more than two decades with the New England Patriots.
And he revealed that in Chapel Hill, yoga is just one part of a varied recovery regime, alongside 'food, nutrition, hydration, sleep, treatment, soft tissue massage, contrast tubs, yoga, foam rollers, and stretching.'
He continued: 'Some guys use some more than others depending on what they're trying to accomplish. It's a comprehensive program. It's not just based on one thing, but the yoga sessions are a part right here.'
UNC begins the 2025 season with a game against TCU on September 1.
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