Chapter 10: A Stroke of Inspiration
The California league is in full swing, and the St. Gabriel High School basketball team is beginning to enter the most testing period after an initial period of strength.
The dark horses of each team have faded, and everyone now knows the star players, tactics, and strength of other teams.
Arroyo High School has an enrollment of 2,312 students, and although the Academic Achievement Index is 793, which is higher than the California average, the Arroyo High School basketball team is still not bad, and it is in the upper middle of the California Basketball League. And they are the opponents of St. Gabriel High School in the next round.
So at the St. Gabriel High School arena, the coach of the Arroyo High School basketball team said to the players: "I have also shown you the video of the St. Gabriel High School basketball team before, how to play?" ”
"Got it, leave it to me, coach." Letovan, a black starting small forward from Arroyo High School, said excitedly with his fists clenched.
"Well, that's good, and you Bieber, you must cut off the connection between the opposing point guard and the Chinese kid."
"Got it, coach." Anderson, a short black man in the No. 1 jersey sitting next to him, said in a muffled voice.
The number of students in the St. Gabriel High School basketball arena was significantly larger than in the first game, but some spectators who had been following the St. Gabriel High School basketball team were visibly worried.
The team's recent situation is not good!
After introducing the opening remarks in his enthusiastic voice, the DJ on the court said: "Although our San Gabriel High School basketball team has had a little trouble in the last two games, we have been very different from before, and this small setback is not difficult for the warriors of our San Gabriel High School basketball team, right?" ”
"Yes, that's right!"
"We're going to kill this rookie team on the other side!" The crowd cheering in support of the home team.
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The Arroyo High School players who were listening on the field were visibly indignant.
"Hmph, I'll let you know how good we are!" Antoine stared at Li Mojie, who was loved by the home crowd, and thought to himself.
"This game, you must win it!" Rondo, the captain and center of the team, shouted at the top of his voice.
"Oh! Win! The starting five of the San Gabriel High School basketball team joined hands in the middle circle and roared similarly.
The referee stood in the center circle, tossed the ball high and then rarely was dialed by Rondo, the center of the No. 8 shirt, to the heartthrob Oscar. The opponent quickly passed half-time.
Then when Oscar passed the ball to Li Mojie on the wing again, he didn't expect that Anderson, a black point guard who was less than 1.8 meters tall on the opposite side, took a step forward and cut off Oscar's pass. As soon as Oscar saw that the ball was intercepted, he ran up to block it, and the short black point guard quickly passed the ball to Arroyo High School's No. 13 shooting guard Pierce. Oscar and James caught left and right and blocked Pierce, who was about to shoot. I saw Pierce's black face flushed, quickly dribbling, dodging left and right, dodging Oscar and James' block, and then "Wow! Scold! Scold! "Three steps to the rebound, one jump, one wrist press, the basketball into the net!
"Damn it, my!" Oscar said angrily. The little and fast black point guard on the opposite side was so dexterous that he made one more mistake if he didn't pay attention to it.
"What is this?" The old coach Scott, who was holding the kettle off the field, chuckled in his heart and held the kettle tightly in his hand.
After Oscar carefully dribbled the ball across the half court again, Oscar bent over, and the basketball kept slapping back and forth under his hands, turning his eyes around, so that the other side did not know what his attention was on, and then looked for an opportunity to "break through". Suddenly, he quickened his pace, turned left and right, rushed through two layers of defense, came to the basket, jumped with a tiger, turned and shot, and the basketball made a beautiful arc in the air and landed in the basket impartially.
“Answerball!” The DJ on the pitch shouted excitedly.
Anderson passed the ball to Pierce outside the three-point line, and Pierce saw James running towards him, used a cross-step dribble to shuttle forward between James and Wallace, and then hit a pull-up jumper.
When Oscar dribbled across the half court again and was about to pass the ball to Li Mojie, he kept an eye on it, and found that the No. 18 small forward on the opposite side was sticking to Li Mojie, and the scoring guard of Arroyo High School was also ready to move, and the little fast spirit next to him was also blocking the route of Oscar's pass to Mo Jacques.
"Damn it!" Oscar, Mo Jayer and Coach Scott Sr. on the field cursed in their hearts at the same time.
Oscar had no choice but to pass to Wallace in the three-second zone when everyone didn't have any good chances, and then Wallace missed the shot. Then the situation did not improve, and at 15:24, the home team of San Gabriel High School basketball team was in front.
"In the case of small forwards on both sides, it is obvious that San Gabriel High School has suffered a big loss!" Li Jianguo, who was on the field, said worriedly.
"So what are we going to do? Can't this group of bastards have a man's showdown? Mrs. Li said angrily.
"My dear, there is nothing we can do, only our son can make a difference. This is the basketball tactic he will face now and in the future! ”
The game was in full swing, except for Li Mojie who scored 2 points with an air cut, and it can be seen that the small forwards on both sides seem to be completely cut off from this game, engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat.
"What's wrong? Aren't you the core of your team? Why don't you even pass the ball? Antoine spat at Li Mojie while pulling Li Mojie's jersey with his hand.
"Shut your foul mouth and get out of here." Li Mojie patted Antoine's hand away and said.
However, it didn't work, the other party obviously wanted to target Li Mojie after the crossing, and he had not imprinted a deep dribbling muscle memory on this body, and he was a child.
Half time over. At 47:34, trailing by 13 points at halftime, which can be said to be a considerable gap in the high school league.
"Whew." After half-time, the atmosphere in the home team's dressing room was very sluggish, and the players who were already familiar with Mojie's distribution of the ball were not used to playing, and it felt that the game was always awkward.
And what about Marc Jerry? The feeling of being a bound beast, with no power but nowhere to do it, is back.
What to do? Marc Jie asked himself as he draped a towel over his head.
Seeing this, everyone was also very depressed, everyone from obscurity to the current star in the spotlight of the school, no one wants to return to the state of wanting to win but can't.
"Everyone says James has a body, but they don't know that his dribbling skills are also top-notch, if my body also has ......," Li Mojie thought in frustration.
"Wait, James' breakthrough?" With an idea, Li Mojie lifted the towel and stood up suddenly.
"Guys, it was my problem in the first half, leave it to me next!"