The training hall of the Sword God Team was originally open every day for reporters to interview, but today it chose to close, because today the Sword God Team will usher in a warm-up match with the juniors, in order not to let this young team get too much media attention, so at the request of Yang Juncheng, the training hall chose to be closed.

At this time, in the training hall, Yang Juncheng was arranging the tactics for the upcoming training match for the players.

He was the head coach of the Sword God team before, and he was clear about the situation and tactical system of the Sword God team, but in order to exercise the ability of the players, he still hid all of them, and just briefly described the playing style and player characteristics of the Sword God team, so that the young lads had an impression and were mentally prepared.

"Today I brought you to feel the atmosphere of the professional level, although the Sword God team has begun to decline in the national professional league in the past two years, but as a professional team, it is still not to be underestimated, and its ace player Sun Fei is a player who has been selected for the national team, so don't have too much psychological pressure, it is normal to lose, and it is a surprise to win! Do you understand? Yang Juncheng said to everyone.

"Understood!" Everyone nodded, although their faces were nervous, but their eyes were full of high fighting spirit, for them, this is the first time to play against a professional team, naturally they will be nervous, but nervousness does not mean fear, as the so-called newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, the profession is powerful, but they think that they are not bad, which is stronger and which is weak, and they only know after fighting.

Yang Juncheng looked at everyone seriously, with appreciation in his eyes, and the spirit of not being afraid of heaven and earth that everyone showed was exactly what a newly formed team must have.

"Good! Tactical play is in accordance with our regular training, based on blocking and dismantling, outside offense, supplemented by interior offense, Zhang Yufeng, Song Fei, Chen Tianyu, the three of you must open the position, don't hesitate after taking the ball, as long as you have the opportunity to shoot, you must play our advantage! Yang Juncheng finally admonished.

The Sword God team played mostly positional battles and had a slow tempo, so he let the World Youth team play fast-paced basketball and strive to get more offensive opportunities through fast running passes.

"Yes!" Everyone nodded, this set of tactics had been practiced for a long time, and they already knew it.

"Get on the field!" Yang Juncheng waved his hand and said domineeringly.

The substitutes returned to their positions, the main players came on, stood in their respective positions, and waited until the game started.

The main players of the Sword God team also played 6 times, and their eyes were full of disdain when they looked at Zhang Yufeng and others, as if they felt that playing with them was lowering their identity.

It is no wonder that the players of the Sword God team have a contempt, because although the size and height of the players on both sides on the field are about the same, the faces of the World Youth Team have a childish color, and compared with the Sword God team, which has participated in countless professional competitions, it is obviously jerky and immature.

"What kind of medicine is sold in Coach Yang's gourd? Let's play against a bunch of kids. A voice rang out, no mockery, only surprise.

"Who knows? However, looking at these little boys, they should have some strength, after all, they are going to participate in the World Youth Championships, and they will not get together some shrimp soldiers and crabs to go to the international stage. Another voice rang out, with a faint hint of mockery.

"Everybody's quiet!" Sun Fei, who was standing in the scoring guard position, drank lightly, "Coach Yang has his own intentions in doing this, we just need to complete the tasks he assigned, don't take me lightly when you play for a while, and go all out." ”

"Hey, hey! Boss, don't worry, if you can't even abuse elementary school students, then how can our Sword God Team have face? I think the reason why Coach Yang chose to play the warm-up game behind closed was because he was worried that his young men would be abused too badly and have no face. A voice replied, relaxed and playful.

"Anyway, give me a good fight, and the more points you win, the better!" Sun Fei said, glanced at Yang Juncheng, who was sitting outside the sideline, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and said softly, "I can sit still, it seems that I have a lot of confidence in these boys." ”

The members of the World Youth Team had gloomy faces, listening to the words of the professional players opposite, although the tone of mockery was slightly lighter, they were still very uncomfortable to listen to, and this kind of naked ignorance was really infuriating.

"Huh, are professional footballers amazing? Wait a minute, just call them good-looking! Seinfeld muttered in a low voice, growing up in applause and praise, and was particularly sensitive to such contempt.

"Toot!" The referee blew the whistle and silenced the voices of both sides.

Knowing that the ball was about to jump, the players on both sides closed their mouths and focused on the game.

The referee threw the basketball high, Yang Jie and the No. 5 center of the Sword God team jumped at the same time, in terms of bounce height, Yang Jie even had an advantage, but in terms of strength and experience, he did not have the opponent's No. 5 veteran, so after touching the ball, before he could shoot the basketball out, he was beaten away by No. 5 with huge power.

The basketball fell into the hands of the No. 1O point guard, and Zhang Yufeng and others retreated like a tide.

As Yang Juncheng said, the offensive rhythm of the Sword God team is very slow, and a long time has passed after falling into the position, and there is little offensive time left, but they have a very mature team system and tacit cooperation, although there is little offensive time, but they still use the cooperation to tear apart the defense of the World Youth Team, and its No. 5 center easily hit the ball into the basket with a half-hook hand.

It was the turn of the World Youth team to attack.

After Ji Fan received the ball, he rushed to the front court according to Yang Juncheng's arrangement.

After halftime, he played with Yang Jie, and the other three kept running on the outside, looking for opportunities to open seats.

After the blocking, the Sword God team changed defenses, and Ji Fan fought big with a small one, using his own degree to break through the inside line.

I wanted to pass the ball to the outside to complete the shooting, but now Zhang Yufeng and others are restricted to death, and they don't open up space through running, after all, it is a professional team, and the defensive ability cannot be underestimated.

Seeing this, Ji Fan was in his heart, and directly broke through to the inside line to get up and layup, and the center of the Sword God team counterattacked back, jumping up to interfere with the ball.

Ji Fan was very clever to make a change of hands and layup in the air, maintaining his body balance while fighting physically, and putting the basketball into the basket when he fell.

"Toot!" The referee blew the whistle and made a gesture to declare the goal valid and a penalty to be added!!

"Beautiful!" The players of the World Youth Championships cheered excitedly and cheered for Ji Fan.

"Drink, there are two hits!" Sun Fei raised his eyebrows and said softly.

Ji Fan's face was as calm as water, he got up from the ground, walked to the free throw line, brewed for a while, and threw the basketball!

"Brush!" Hollow into the net.

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