As Brown said, even with Addison and Parker out of the game, the gap between Duke and UConn wasn't narrowed quickly. Hood and Neil continue to provide firepower with a rotational lineup. Shabazz. Napier wanted to vent the frustration and frustration he suffered from Addison on Neil, but found that although the quality of the bench was average, he was not a kind person on the offensive end, and hit a three-pointer on his head after coming on the court......

However, after getting rid of Addison's suffocating entanglement, Napier's performance was obviously much more comfortable, and Kang Da began to bite the score and kept slowly approaching.

With three minutes left in the first half, the gap between the two sides was reduced to six points. Old Coach K thought about it and called Addison over again.

"Take control of the scene, our offense is out of layer." Speaking to the boys, the head coach said: "At half-time, I want to see us go back to the dressing room with a double-digit lead. ”

Addison nodded flatly, then walked to the technical table with his arm guards and sat on the floor waiting for a dead ball opportunity.

"Listening to Duke's cheers, Addison's ability to get fans excited just by getting ready to play is the most obvious reflection of his status with the Blue Devils." Bill. Wharton heard the sudden burst of enthusiastic shouts in the stadium, and sighed with a smile, "He can not only direct the team's actions on the field, but also mobilize the adrenaline of all the fans who watch him play." ”

"It's an amazing ability, Bill. Addison could not speak, but his actions were more convincing and obedient than words. There was never a team-mate on the pitch who wanted to fight him for possession, and this is the most obvious example. "Hubby. Brown agrees with his partner.

Duke's backcourt is now Addison and Madson. Neil's two-point guard combination, Neil decisively gave up possession and ran to the front court to do the task of scoring guard.

Addison took Hood's serve, and after passing half court, he did not rush to attack, but looked at the running and positioning of both sides.

Previously, the Blues' attack was a bit chaotic, which led to a drop in success rate. Addison's mission back on the court was to make the offensive rotation steady and sharp again.

The boy observed and passed the ball to Neil, who quickly circled the right corner, turned and ran back to the free throw line with the help of the power forward's off-ball screen, and rushed back to the free throw line along the three-second zone.

Neil immediately passed the basketball again, and Addison caught the ball and immediately put it to the basket, raising his arms and gently pulling up his body's center of gravity. Seeing this, the Kangda backup point guard who hurriedly chased after him jumped up directly, stretched out his arms and prepared to block.

Addison was quite satisfied with this, and jumped up unceremoniously, leaning forward and gently rubbing his arm against the other's arm.

The referee's whistle blew again, and the boy threw the ball contentedly, after all, this was not his offensive hot spot, and the two free throws were a sure win for him.

However, the basketball he threw was happily bouncing twice on the basket, and then hitting the rebound, and brushing into the net with this thrust.

"Boom !!" The oil stadium erupted in decibel shouts and screams, which made Addison, who had not expected the direction of the plot, stunned for a moment, and then laughed involuntarily.

- It seems that God really cares for me...... The fun is just beginning......

***

"Aren't you supposed to sit in the seats at Oil Stadium and watch the league's future players compete for a championship? How will I be able to dial my number? A calm and elegant voice came from the phone, although it was asking questions, but listening to the tone, it seemed that the call had been expected.

A middle-aged white man paced back and forth in the hallways of the Oil Field, holding a small notebook in his right hand with the Miami Heat's crest on the cover.

"Because there's no need to keep looking, we've made the right choice all along, Pat." Heat scout Rick. Djole said with an overflowing excitement, "You're also watching the live broadcast, that point guard from Duke University, you saw it, right??" It's a phenomenal performance!! ”

"Well, that Asian did a good job." Heat general manager Pat Brown. Riley looked at the live broadcast on the LCD TV, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked, "But I think Jabari. Parker is also very good. ”

"Of course Jabari is good, but we don't have the top three picks in the first round to pick him." Djole rolled his eyes, he knew very well that Pat. Riley said this on purpose.

"Old man, it's not like we don't have top-three picks...... It's that we don't have a first-round pick at all this year. Riley exhaled with some annoyance, "Whether it's Parker or Addison. Andu is the lottery picks in the mock draft, and we are not qualified to select them. ”

Deyol stood still, his expression resolute: "We don't really have draft picks, but we can trade." ”

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and Pat. Riley's tone grew serious, "Are you sure we need to get to this point for a rookie, Rick??" ”

"I'm sure, I'm totally sure!! Comeon, Pat, you know better than I know what that point guard means? That kind of vision on the court, that kind of physicality, that kind of ball control...... I literally saw a Jason. Kidd plus 'white chocolate' plus Rajan. Rondo's Combination!! Deyol was even a little anxious, "Trust me, old fellow, Jabari. Parker is very good, but he's almost reaching his potential, and I can see his ceiling. But Addison is different, I'm afraid he hasn't reached 50% of his potential yet, and I can't even imagine how high he can reach in the future!!

"You and I both know that LBJ won't be staying in Miami this season, and I'm afraid a lot of people in our current roster will be leaving. I'm not sure how far a team can go with Dwyane and Bosh alone, we need to find a future for Miami, but I don't see a future on this Heat team right now. ”

This passage clearly touched Pat. Riley's mind, the old man thought quietly for a while, and hung up the phone after saying "I'll think about it."

Sitting alone in the general manager's office, Pat. Riley's eyes were fixed on the TV screen as Duke No. 7 prepared to make a free throw through the smoke of a lit cigar.

His half-time stats are shown below the screen: 5 points, 8 assists, 2 steals, 3 rebounds, 0 blocks, 1 turnover.

After a few minutes, the old man's brow furrowed sharply, he pressed the cigar in his hand in the ashtray, picked up his phone and dialed another number.

"Throw out our trade intentions and ask all the teams that have top-10 draft picks this year to see if any of them are interested in making a point guard trade."