Chapter Eighty-Three: Tactical Competition
The last offensive of the world team.
Schroeder watched as the timeline hanging over his head diminished minute by minute.
He counted down silently in his heart while watching the situation on the field.
Deng Hongfei appeared just right and blocked his side.
Schroeder immediately took advantage of the sideways movement and was about to make a breakthrough.
His strong explosiveness and wind-like speed made Casey Hill extremely nervous, and he hurriedly bypassed Deng Hongfei's blocking and desperately kept up.
The latter immediately cut inside and Aaron Gordon did not lose his position.
There are eight seconds left.
Deng Hongfei suddenly stopped, the direction of the inward cut suddenly changed to retreat, and ran to the top of the three-point line arc, Schroder threw the ball directly into his hands with understanding.
"Final blow!"
There are only 3 seconds left!
Deng Hongfei shook a false blow, and Aaron Gordon, who was tired of rushing back to arrive, had no time to think, and suddenly jumped high.
Deng Hongfei took a big step to the side, dodged, and shot in a big space!
Flap your wrist forward, like a cobra poking out its head.
The basketball rolls like a meteorite tearing through the atmosphere with a roaring fury.
"Huh!"
In front of everyone's eyes, the red light and shadow exploded into the sea, shocking a thousand huge waves!
The waves are surging, and the sound of the waves is shocking!
Hollow hit!
67:65!
He was only two points behind, but the clock was not running out with 1.2 seconds left.
The U.S. called a timeout.
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The appearance of Deng Hongfei became the biggest variable in the game, and the head coach of the American team, McTJones, picked up the tactical board extremely frantically and said to all the players: "That Chinese, I told you before, he was once the best high school student in the United States at Gatorade and McDonald's, and I believe that many of you have heard of him and even played against him!" ”
"But why? Tell me, where did the attitude of defending Wiggins go? ”
Aaron Gordon next to him was a little interested, although McTJones did not name him, but he was the one who defended Deng Hongfei, so naturally this pot was buckled on his head.
"If the Chinese still has to play, change the defense!" Jabari, you go defend! ”
McTJones was so angry that he was breathing faster.
The other side.
The atmosphere of the world team is equally solemn.
The score is so anxious, and no side can feel comfortable.
The leading wants to keep the lead, and the lagging ones want to overtake the score in one go.
"In the last 1.2 seconds, Jatay went up, Downs went down, and people were marked, so as to avoid them from stealing points, especially the two outside lines, both of whom have a strong ability to grab points."
"It's important to note that Jabari Pak needs to be focused."
Roylana looked serious, "Wiggins up, Karashov down, Deng moved to the second position." ”
He pointed to Wiggins, "Remember, limit Aaron Gordon no matter what." ”
"Jatai, your mission is Randall."
"Charles, Jabari Parker is yours, I believe I don't need to say anything more."
"Yes, I understand."
Everyone was nodding.
Although there was still a quarter to follow, the last 1.2 seconds of the third quarter seemed to have a kind of tension and solemnity before the lore.
However, when they came back on the field, the U.S. team sent a lineup that surprised everyone.
The No. 1 and No. 2 positions have not changed, and Aaron Gordon is gone, replaced by two interior players with three-point shooting ability.
Bobby Portis and Noah Vonleh.
All of the five players on the court have the ability to shoot from a distance.
It can be seen that McTJones has his own ideas about this attack.
The man who made the free throws was Bobby Portis, who, as an interior player, had some passing ability.
Everyone on the U.S. team was huddled around the free-throw line, next to Portis.
No one knows how they will run later, in which direction everyone will run.
The people of the World Team can only form an encirclement outside, keep an eye on their own people, and strictly implement the tactical instructions of the Roylana people to mark people.
With a whistle blowing.
The people of the American team who were hugging together suddenly scattered like birds and beasts, and they scattered in all directions.
The seemingly messy running instantly tore the World Team's defense to pieces.
Bobby Portis's eyeballs flew and he saw Noah Vonleh!
He held the ball with both hands and threw it out with all his might.
The schedule counts down at the same time.
1.2 seconds isn't too long, and there's not much room for adjustment.
1.2 seconds is also not too short and is enough for a single shot.
Noah Vonleh felt the three points.
At that moment, everything was silent and time slowed down.
At that moment, everyone stopped, their eyes focused on the surface of the basketball that turned into a rainbow of light falling in mid-air.
"Boom."
A muffled sound that wasn't too crisp.
The basketball accurately hits the very front end of the blue neck and the basket and falls vertically into the net bag.
It didn't make too many waves, but it found its destination accurately.
Three points, the ball in!
70:65!
The score was back to five points again, and the U.S. team still defended their advantage.
"Whew."
The lads of the World Team all walked off the pitch a little disappointed.
They really didn't expect the U.S. team to use four players with mid-to-long-range shooting ability to use chaotic tactics to tear apart their brewing defensive formation in an instant.
A moment of messiness, in the tense rhythm of the easy to make people unable to find the north.
Therefore, the failure of this defense cannot be blamed on anyone.
Roylana patted the players on the shoulder, without too much blame, the situation of the game is changing rapidly, and there are too many unexpected things.
It can only be said that in this round of coaching game, he lost to the head coach of the American team, Mike Jones.
There is still one quarter to go.
Based on the current situation, he began to make arrangements for the starting lineup for the fourth quarter.
"For a moment, Schroeder continued to control the ball."
"No. 2, Deng Hongfei."
He paused slightly, obviously hesitating for a moment, but Deng Hongfei's performance really made him feel reassured.
"Three, Andrew Wiggins."
"Four, Gabriel Dirk."
Speaking of which, he pointed to the Argentine power forward, who didn't get many chances before being on the bench.
The power forward is not very tall, just two meters.
Even shorter than shooting guard Karashov.
However, the Argentine players have always given the impression of solid fundamentals, flashy footwork and consistent performance.
Roylana wants to try one more possibility if he can pose more of a threat to the Americans on the offensive end.
In the last five position, he is still on the French center Jarte.
Compared to the U.S. team's lineup, the world team's interior depth is a bit stretched.
In addition to Jatay, Charles, and Gabriel Deck, who is just two meters away, there is only the young Dominican center Anthony Downs.
The latter's several games of playing with fire on the court made Roylana dare not continue to be entrusted with the heavy responsibility of guarding the basket.
The break ended quickly.
The dispute in the last section kicked off......