The first quarter of the warm-up game played half a quarter, the score was 15:11, and the Sword God team led by 4 points.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is an acceptable result, even a gratifying score, but in the hands of the head coach of the Sword God team, this is an unacceptable score, especially the attack and defense in the previous three rounds, which made him extremely dissatisfied, a professional team participating in the professional league, was chased and beaten behind his ass by a hairy boy who had just been formed and had no experience in the big game, which made him even more angry!

Don't think about it, after the players of the Sword God team returned to the bench, the coach was bitterly criticized and gave a death order, to lead by more than 1o points before the end of the first quarter of the game, otherwise he would practice every day for a month!

The members of the Sword God Team nodded again and again, and their hearts couldn't help but tremble when they thought of the coach's devilish training methods.

Compared to the oppressive atmosphere of the Sword God team, the World Youth team is much more relaxed, although the score is behind, they are gaining momentum, and it is only a matter of time before they catch up with the score.

"I played well in the past few minutes, and I basically played at the level you deserved." Yang Juncheng said with a smile, and the smooth attacks just now came to mind, which was really happy.

"Hey, hey! By the end of the first quarter, we're going to be on the back score. Seinfeld smiled, his face full of confidence.

"Say you're fat and you're still panting, do you think the Sword God Team will always let you go like this? So what is this pause for? Yang Juncheng shook his head and said, feeling that these boys are still too young.

Seinfeld looked embarrassed and didn't answer.

"Wait for Zhang Yufeng to rest, Zhao Jiwei will play!" Yang Juncheng continued.

"Why?" Before Zhang Yufeng could ask, Seinfeld said in a lost voice, "Yufeng is in hot form, and now is the time to chase points, will he lose an offensive strength soon after replacing him?" ”

The rest of the people also looked at Yang Juncheng curiously, not knowing what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

"I'm the coach, listen to me!" Yang Juncheng didn't explain too much, but said lightly, with undoubted majesty in his tone.

Everyone stopped talking, glanced at Zhang Yufeng, got up and walked towards the court. Zhao Jiwei also took off his training clothes outside, waved his arms and walked onto the court, the substitution came too suddenly, he was not ready to play, and he didn't have time to warm up.

"Coach...... Did I make a mistake? Zhang Yufeng sat on the bench with a lonely expression, wondering in his heart, was it because he didn't execute the tactics just now, but singled out Sun Fei? But it was too late!

Yang Juncheng smiled back and said: "You didn't make a mistake, I naturally have my reasons for doing this, you can sit on the field with peace of mind, the game is still long, and there will be a chance for you to play later!" ”

"Oh!" Zhang Yufeng nodded, his anxious mood gradually disappeared, and he dragged his cheeks to watch the game.

On the court, the World Youth Team still has unabated momentum, and has been able to get shooting opportunities through continuous passing balls in consecutive rounds, and Chen Tianyu and Seinfeld also lived up to expectations, shooting a ball and tying the score in one fell swoop!

However, the situation on the field is changing rapidly, and no one can predict what will happen in the next second, the Sword God team suddenly changed its defensive strategy, and actually chose to flank Ji Fan, cutting off the core brain of the World Youth Team.

Ji Fan is the brain of the team, with his excellent vision and talent, the team's offensive command is orderly, smooth and effective, and now his passing route is strangled, the passing of the World Youth Team suddenly became extremely difficult, and every passing tactical coordination was slow and difficult.

Without a smooth pass, it was naturally difficult to play a smooth attack, and the rhythm was also suppressed, as slow as a group of old people playing.

The World Youth Team suddenly seemed to not be able to play, like headless flies on the field, flying around, and a mess, and the Sword God team seized the opportunity to score again and again, playing a small climax of 8:o, stretching the score to 8 points.

The players of the World Youth Team gradually became agitated, their eyes were confused, their mentality was very anxious, they desperately wanted to attack and score, but they didn't know how to attack and score, and then they fell into an endless cycle of singles, which became an endless loop.

Ji Fan really wanted to get rid of the defenders, but the two defensive generals were staring at him, as long as he got the ball, he was a bag, the most desperate thing is that no matter who receives the basketball in the vacant position, it will be blocked by the players of the Sword God team for the first time, and the players who are holding Ji Fan will also return to the defense in the fastest time, at this moment, the defensive ability of the Sword God team is very intuitively reflected, such a rotation defense and the defensive cooperation between the five people are simply seamless.

For the World Youth Team, which has never officially played an international tournament, it is difficult to break down such a defense.

Of course, all this is also related to Zhang Yufeng's fate, because there is one less strong scoring point, there is one less containment, and the Sword God Team can rest assured to carry out a pincer attack, obviously in their eyes, Zhao Jiwei's deterrence is far inferior to Zhang Yufeng.

"Coach! Let me play! Zhang Yufeng, who was watching the score being pulled bigger and bigger off the field, was so anxious that he couldn't help but stand up and say urgently.

"Wait, it's not the time!" Yang Juncheng said with a frown, not knowing what he was thinking.

The situation on the court continued to deteriorate, and the World Youth team was already 14 points behind, and with two minutes left in the first quarter, it was a desperate difference.

At this time, Zhang Yufeng asked for a replacement, replacing Ren Qinwei and Zhang Yufeng, and replacing Zhao Jiwei and Song Fei.

"It's finally time for me to play!" Ren Qinwei walked on the field excitedly, everything in his eyes became novel, although he had played a lot of games, but those were amateurs, and this was professional, so it became different in his eyes.

"Don't be in a hurry to be happy, I put you in such a disadvantage, expect you to perform, if you disappoint the coach at this time, then your playing time may not be guaranteed." Zhang Yufeng reminded that his face was more solemn, chasing 14 points in two minutes, the opponent was still the Sword God team, which was a little difficult!

"Don't worry! I know that I have been waiting for this moment for a long time, and I have been ready for it for a long time. Ren Qinwei said seriously.

The two high-fived Chen Tianyu and Seinfeld, got on the court and settled in good positions, and the game continued.

The World Youth Team attacked, Ji Fan dribbled just past half the court, just dribbled to near the three-point line, and was pinched, Ren Qinwei mentioned the high position to catch the ball, and then took the opportunity to break through.

"Stop him!" Sun Fei, who was standing next to Zhang Yufeng, shouted loudly, a player immediately made up for the defense, Ren Qinwei showed a smile of deep meaning, with a flick of his wrist, a pass that did not look at people, and passed the basketball from the crotch to the ground, and quickly and steadily passed it to Chen Tianyu, who was missed.

Chen Tianyu received the ball and threw it.

"Huh!" Basketball hollow into the net!

Chen Tianyu said excitedly: "Good pass!! ”

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