"Raglan, you have a few chances to be too selfish. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" even Herbert, who was extra indulgent to Raglan, said so. Raglan was puzzled, "I don't understand, coach, I still play the way I normally, why am I selfish this time?" "I don't understand how many shots you have." Carmen came out and said, "Dom asks you to overdo it, you catch the ball and shoot, and it's very inefficient." ”

Raglan was even more confused, "That's how I usually play. "Dom, you've had too little communication with Raglen." Wang Weiyu told the reason. Bellamy looked over, "Communication? "yes, you're going to play in my place, you're the commander, and you're going to tell Ragren what to do, not make him understand, you know, if you give him the ball, it's probably going to go straight to the basket." Wang Weiyu made a joke.

"I'm responsible." Bellamy is a smart man, and it's not appropriate to blame Raglan blindly. Because that's how Raglan played for a long time. On the pitch he has a responsibility to stop him from throwing and not to let the coach do it.

Wang Weiyu said with a smile: "Don't blame yourself, communicate more when you play, although Raglan likes to throw some inexplicable balls, as long as you talk about him, he will listen." ”

"Listen, in the second half, we have to pay attention to these things..."Herbert saw that the matter was almost mediated, so he picked up the tactical board, carefully explained the shortcomings of the first half, and proposed a solution.

The big screen showed the score, 46-55. Difference of 9 points. For a team that has always been young and full of talent, it only takes a wave of attacking mini-climaxes to close the difference. What if the leader was equally young and talented? That's hard to say.

Wang Weiyu never thought about losing. Before they met Moy Cook and his Braves, they didn't want to lose a game. This year they're coming for revenge, a sentiment similar to the "FOFOFO" slogan of Moses Malone's Giants in the playoffs in the '80s. (PS: There are notes at the bottom of the chapter)

All the same, the Snow Wolves have to win at least one game. They are well aware of the gap between themselves and the Kings, and they know that home is their only chance to win. This one is not winless, and the Kings will have no chance to adapt to it in the next game.

Dimon didn't play well in the first half, and his face didn't look good when he returned to the court, and he looked like he was severely criticized by Osman. In the first attack of the second half, the Snow Wolves handed it to him. Dimon dribbled past half court, and Wang Weiyu forced over in the midfield.

"Can you make it to the end with such defense?" Dimon interferes. Wang Weiyu said while following: "That's not something you should worry about. "Dimon struggled to move forward, and it was only after passing to Samuel that he was relieved.

Montgomery turns on Mad Dog mode, chasing Samuel and biting him, draining the veteran's stamina. Samuel's gaze fell on his crotch, which was really long and wide, and the space was so large that it made people want to make a crotch pass. Samuel did just that, and he was very fond of passing through the crotch ball, the kind of screams that attracted attention and the cheers of the commentators.

"Samuel's pass! Mistake! Pass to Downs' feet out of bounds! O'Neill spoke out the follow-up to this pass. Samuel wiped his sweat and really felt old.

If he was five years younger, he wouldn't have sent this kind of ball to Downs' feet, "Carl, I'm sorry. "It's okay, Samuel." Downs touched his head, "We'll guard them first." ”

"The opponent's mistakes, our chances, turn the difference into double digits." Wang Weiyu raised his left hand and stretched out two fingers to signal his teammates to move. Just when his teammates were running, he suddenly moved, and made a side pass from the back that he couldn't make any more noise, and sent it to Jing Qi.

The latter dribbled up in one step, Downs interfered in place, blocked him, and missed the layup. The Snow Wolves protected the rebounds and fought back. Samuel is one of the most versatile counter-attacking counter-attackers, with a 70 percent success rate in his counter-attacking fast breaks.

This time, Samuel won't make a mistake. Cross the center circle and grab the ball with one hand and throw it forward. The ball hit the ground and went into Damon's hands with a strong spin. What about Damon's presence? Wang Weiyu is not there, Montgomery is, but his height is limited and he cannot threaten Dimon's fast attack.

Dimon controlled the basketball with his right palm, his body was as light as a bird, and he flew to split the dunk and hit the ball, narrowing the difference, 48-55.

"Steady!" Wang Weiyu shouted and made eye contact with Merris. Merris nodded and ran to the low post. When Wang Weiyu came over, he pretended to break through, and with a flick of his right hand, it was passed to Merris's hand.

Merris grabbed the ball with both hands and leaned against Downs behind him. Downs pinched his waist with one hand and lifted it with the other, and in terms of height, Merris had an advantage, and his reach was even higher. Under these advantages, they are all gone in front of Downs's power.

If Merris just fights like that, it's not a big threat... Wang Weiyu's heart moved, and he ran to the basket. This run pulled the Snow Wolves' defense. The change has begun, and with the tacit understanding between Merris and Wang Weiyu, he immediately knew the intention of this move.

Descending the donkey downhill, Merris dribbled the ball on the side, scooped up the ball with his left hand, and hooked the basketball like a crescent. At this height, Downs couldn't reach it, and watched the ball leave. How important is talent? In this round, it was clear that if Merris was allowed to attack in a stance, Downs would not be a threat.

Zero-touch shots. The ball goes in. Downs was unhappy, his face did not change, and when he arrived at the basket of the Emperors, he was in the position of an angry beast.

"Interesting..."Wang Weiyu observed Downs's actions. With a plan in mind, in order to realize the plan in his heart, he deliberately followed Daemon to an area and restricted Damon's running. It looks like he wants to limit Dimon's catch, but in fact, he wants to stay in that place so that he can do other things.

"Merris's blow stimulated Downs, he wanted to attack, and you can see how much he wants to attack from this ball." O'Neill said; "This is the blood that every inner line should have, if you are eaten one, you have to bite and tear it back. Soft eggs are not eligible to stand on the inside line. ”

Buckley agreed, "People say it's not fashionable to be in a low position now. The fact is that there are no players in this era who can dominate the game in the low post. ”

Each player has their own rhythm. The rhythm of the inside line is even more of a science. Samuel, who has worked with two first-class hearts in the Spanish national team, knows when is the best time to give the ball in the low post.

When he saw Downs get into his own rhythm, the ball went straight out. Oops! The moment the ball was released, he shouted a voice in his heart. A figure as fast as thunder and lightning rushed to Downs and cut off the ball, "Run!" ”

Wang Weiyu shouted! His plan came true, and he went to great lengths to keep Daemon there just to break the ball. Dimon chased after him, he felt weird, Wang Weiyu played him like a monkey.

Wang Weiyu was dribbling, and Dimon's defense came up. The chest was hit with a huge force. Wang Weiyu used this power to pause his body, and stopped two steps outside the three-point line. Dimon didn't catch it, his feet slipped, and he almost fell.

“WOOOOOOOO！”

O'Neill's exclamation. The wailing of the audience is all for this ball.

Two steps away from the top of the three-point arc, Wang Weiyu stopped and shook Dimon away, and closed the ball on the spot and shot it out.

Dimon slowed down and pounced forward, disrupting Wang Weiyu's balance and disrupting his touch at the cost of a three-point foul.

Wang Weiyu sat on the ground after falling, watching the ball flying higher and higher. When Dimon pounced, he turned up the arc of the ball and pulled it into the air with sheer finger power. Where it will fall, even he, the one who shot it, does not know.

The highest point, the ball falls, and the position is the center of the basket.

"Huh!"

"It's the most beautiful sound in the world!"

O'Neill praised the moment. (To be continued.) )