At the beginning of the second half of the game, Kyle endured a tighter defense, as long as he broke through, the basket was basically full of people, and he could only use jump shots and throws to end the offense, but Kyle had a lot of physical exertion, which was not his strong point, so the shooting rate was not high.

During the period, Turich, Bildt, Maureen, Adams and others were replaced, but the effect was even worse. Playing side by side with the main team, he can still occasionally pass a few good balls, but these guys are more of a waste of the ball, and Kyle can only choose to believe in himself.

That continued until five minutes before the end of the game, when Herrera hit a three-pointer to stretch the margin to double digits for the first time, based on the fact that the Panthers weren't doing very well and Yale was desperately defending. Martelli could only be forced to call a timeout, the old man had nothing to do, he did not have a lot of cards in his hand, he was not a master tactician, he could only encourage and spur over and over again, hoping for God to come.

This is all useless in Kyle's opinion, the old man is repeating nonsense in an infinite loop, he has been fighting for more than 30 minutes, and every time it is an extremely exhausting breakthrough, even the iron man will be tired. But the effect is getting worse and worse, and the defensive counter-attack tricks are also broken by the opponent, and in the face of the Black Panthers' defense, Kyle feels more and more powerless.

There are five minutes left, the game is over, the NCAA rule is that the offensive time is 35 seconds per round, then both sides have five offensive opportunities, to chase the 11-point difference, then only if their own offense is all in, the opponent does not score to win the game, this is theoretical. The actual situation is all the players on the field, the field is changing in an instant, who knows what will happen in the next second? That's the beauty of sports.

Time was running out for the Yale team, and Kyle gritted his teeth and decided to fight, walking up to Matleley and panting as he said firmly. "Sir, I want to finish the game and give me freedom."

"Kyle, very good, let's do it." Matleley didn't feel unhappy as he imagined, but nodded vigorously with an excited face, Kyle was his lifesaver, he waited for Kyle to say this all night, and finally came, regardless of success or failure, at least he worked hard. This is a typical dead horse as a live horse doctor, and Matley has completely lost the discipline at this point.

"Guys, it's time for our show! As long as I win, everyone must cooperate with me, otherwise the consequences will be borne by themselves. Smith, brace yourself, I need your advice right now. Larry, burn out your fuel and run for me, I need your three points. Kelly concentrates under the basket and waits for a dunk or a rebound, especially a frontcourt rebound. Martin, Air Cut and Pick Up Herbert Smith, it's your mission. Kyle ignored Matleley's surprised and inexplicable look and Henry's grim face, and continued with his arrangement. My brothers! Give it a go, use all your energy to defend and attack, and the victory is ours. ”

"Victory!"

Everyone cheered on their hands. Of course they knew what Kyle was talking about, tampering with tactics and using Herbert Smith as the offensive core and Kyle as the bait. It's just that whether it can be done or not, everyone has no bottom in their hearts, at least Martelley's words injected them with a shot of strength, if the game is lost, the old man is angry, and then there is no part of them to carry the black pot, Kyle has taken the responsibility.

Unlike the Yale team, which is gloomy, the Panthers are all relaxed, victory is in sight, they just need to play the success rate and delay the time as much as possible.

"Don't be underestimated, when the whistle blows at the end of the game, that's when you're proud. Continuing this form and tactics, victory is within reach. The concise words reflect the confidence of the Panthers coach to win. Oh, yes! As long as you don't die, victory is within reach.

The crowd was beaming with smiles as they had the capital, with an 11-point lead, it was almost a matter of time before their home side got the win.

"Yale did their best, Kyle didn't get a lot of help, they were a little lacking in tactics, but they deserve respect because the Panthers have a more balanced player, a more diverse team, they are more rigorous and very hardworking. But in any case, the two sides put on a good game, and they were awe-inspiring. Let's take a look at what adjustments the Yale team made after the timeout? "The commentator was wrapping up the game and it seemed like the game was over.

As for Tony, he has long since died down and pretended to be an ostrich. The Yale team is too uncompetitive, Kyle is still far from dominating the game-level star, he can only lament in his heart, pray for God forbid, there will be a miracle to defeat the arrogant Panthers, and see what the expressions of these fans will be, but this can only be thought about in Tony's heart. A miracle is called a miracle because it is unique. Look at the Yale team's crooked melons and cracked dates, except for Kyle, the others are scum, they can create miracles, is this possible? Who believes? Anyway, Tony didn't believe it at all, the Panthers didn't believe it, and tens of thousands of fans at home didn't believe it.

At the end of the timeout, the game started anew, and Smith played the ball from the sideline, Kyle staggered to the top of the arc, hoisted the ball to Smith at the free throw line, and then started running.

"Hmmm! What is this for? The narrator wondered! Martelli wondered! The coach of the Panthers is wondering! The audience wondered! There is only one person who understands, and that is Henry, this guy has changed his tactics again! Bastard!

Martin went to pick up, dribbled two steps, no chance, passed back to Smith, Larry went to answer, also took two steps, and then passed back to Smith, only Kyle dangled from the three-point line. Filia saw that he was quite close to Smith and came close to stealing the ball. When Herbert finally threw it at Kyle, Philia was shocked, it's over! Leaked someone, hurriedly pounced back, but after thinking about it, this Kyle was not allowed to score three points, and when he was secretly relieved, Kyle had already made a move.

"Huh!"

Three-point shot, the difference is still 8 points. The Panthers coach's pupils shrank, Kyle had a three-point basket, but he felt that it was impossible, and the data showed that his three-point score was very poor, which should be the reason for the dribble or the vacancy. Thinking of this, he shouted into the arena, "Don't leave Kyle empty, keep an eye on him." ”

The crowd on the sidelines had a bad premonition with a jump in their eyelids, but it disappeared the next moment as Chris rolled over and made a jumper.

Kyle chose to block with Smith this time, suddenly entered and then passed back, and then he ran to the bottom corner, this time Fillia didn't dare to leave, close to the obscenity, the two of you push me, like a passionate.

Larry ran to catch the ball, then used Smith as a wall, took advantage of the delay, and hit a jumper. With four minutes to go, the margin is still 8 points.