"Did you get sent off?"

"Why did you suddenly ask about this?"

"Oh, I just want to know what it's like to be sent off, and whenever I see the faces of a star on TV when they're sent off, I feel curious!"

"You're watching football, aren't you?"

"How do you know?"

"Hehe, in a basketball game, it's rare to be sent off!"

"Oh, is it? Have you ever been punished? ”

"No, only someone else fouled me!"

"Why?"

"Because ''''''''''''', because '''''''''!" This is a conversation between himself and Yan, the problem of smoke made him speechless at the time, he never thought about this problem, he began to learn basketball at the age of 12, in my impression, foul is a distant and boundless thing, deep in my heart, foul is a means that will be used when the opponent cannot be suppressed, this is helpless, and even a little pitiful, Yan Yufeng likes to see the annoyance, depression, and nowhere to vent on the opponent's face after the foul on him, I think, this is conquest, Conquest on the pitch.

Yes, this is the best expression of conquest, conquest, but why, I have become the vanquished?

When Shan Yu got the ball and raised his hand to shoot, Yan Yufeng, who was chasing after him, rushed away, the ball did not go out, the raised hand shrank down desperately, Yan Yufeng, who pounced in front of Shan Yu, saw a smile flashing in his eyes, and then, he jumped up, and he was unable to control it at this time and hit him head-on.

The whistle sounded sharply, Yan Yufeng stood up firmly, looked up at the dazzling ceiling, and remembered the problem of smoke.

When he was standing on the free-throw sideline in a confused mind, when Shan Yu made his first free throw and crossed the Nets, Yan Yufeng heard a flute sound, which was the sound of a substitution!

Yan Yufeng turned around and walked towards the bench, and out of the corner of his eye, the group of opponents sitting on the chair on the Nanyang bench talking and laughing suddenly became extremely dazzling in Yan Yufeng's eyes.

"Don't worry, look at me!" Gao Yuan touched his shoulders with Yan Yufeng, who had a depressed expression on his face, whispered a word of comfort, and then ran quickly onto the court.

Yan Yufeng sat numbly on the chair, covered his face with the towel handed by Qin Lan, and then leaned his whole body on his back.

Three fouls in one quarter, as if it should be a joke rather than a real thing, Yan Yufeng still doesn't understand what happened.

The towel was suddenly lifted, and Yan Yufeng opened his eyes and saw the smiling face of head coach Shang Lin.

Coach '''''! Yan Yufeng was there, he didn't know, in such a situation, the coach could still look at him with a smile, are you not disappointed in me? I thought to myself.

"Rest meetings to see how teammates go to the game is actually a kind of learning!" Shang Lin turned around and sat next to Yan Yufeng, and said lightly.

"Coach'''''''!" Yan Yufeng straightened up and blamed himself.

Shang Lin waved his hand to stop Yan Yufeng from continuing, "Nanyang has found your weakness, it seems that they still attach great importance to you!" ”

"My weakness?" Yan Yufeng was stunned, and then he was angry.

Shang Lin turned his head slightly, glanced at Yan Yufeng, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Everyone has weaknesses, without exception, it's not terrible to have weaknesses, what is terrible is that I don't know yet!" ”

Yan Yufeng lowered his head, understood why the coach said this, and said in a proper manner: "I know!" ”

"When you break through, the first step likes to use all your strength, without reservation, if you are facing an ordinary team, you can often be invincible, but if it is and have tactical literacy, especially in defense of the team that is particularly strong, when others are very 'watching' on you, your advantage will become a weakness!" Shang Lin said slowly, he had been thinking for a long time just now, recalling Yan Yufeng's previous technical moves, and finally came to a conclusion - that is, the opponent had already recognized Yan Yufeng's offensive characteristics.

"That's why they deliberately fouled me when I was attacking?" Yan Yufeng understood a little.

"Yes! Nanyang is letting you attack! Shang Lin nodded, it seems that this opponent is indeed not simple.

Yan Yufeng's eyes flashed with a trace of anger after being calculated, and looked up at the court, at this time, due to Yan Yufeng's downfall, Nanyang once again changed his tactics and began to frequently guide the ball outside to find an attack, because no one could stare at Shan Yu, Nanyang's offense suddenly became extremely smooth, and on the other hand, Beiyang, after losing Yan Yufeng's biggest attack weapon, could not be defended well, and the offense could not be attacked, and the score suddenly widened, and this trend of expansion was spreading uncontrollably.

"Gotta call a timeout!" Shang Lin sighed, stood up, looked at Yan Yufeng, who was nervously watching the game, thought about it, and said: "Calm down, change the offensive mode, and wait for the third quarter, and then we will counterattack!" ”

"Section 3!" Yan Yufeng was startled and lost his voice.

"Yes! You've committed three fouls, and if you let you go too early, you'll be reimbursed! Shang Lin said helplessly.

Yan Yufeng covered his face in pain, he was careless, he was too careless, he should have woken up when he was plotted for the first time!

Shang Lin looked at Yan Yufeng, who bowed his head and blamed himself, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, he wanted Yan Yufeng to face the opponent's strategy by himself, this is the best for the team and himself, but he still forgot one point, that is, Yan Yufeng is only a high school student after all, and in many things, he is not as good as an ordinary professional player.

Alas, since this is already the case, then '''''''

Shang Lin turned his head to look at the little old man standing on the same parallel line as himself, standing with his hands in his hands, and a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Then "''', let you see, what is called - critical command!!

Thinking of this, Shang Lin decisively raised his hand to the technical seat, made a T with both hands, and called the first time since the start of the game, the team took the initiative to take a long timeout.

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"Oh, the 8th is gone!" Jiang Bo said with some surprise.

"I've been fouled three times, it's definitely going to be replaced, he's got too many fouls!" Li Yao continued.

"In this way, Beiyang's offense will definitely be greatly weakened, after all, No. 8 is their main scorer!" Jiang Bo frowned, if the scene is like this, then there will be almost no excitement in this game, and then his explanation will really have no highlights to please the audience.

Li Yao is also a little helpless, in this way, his trust is in vain, and before he can say a few words, the protagonist is gone, so what do you have to say?

Just when the two people in the live broadcast room were really distressed by this, there were some people who were even more emotional.

Cao Hui wiped the sweat on his face, although this is a VIP room, although the air conditioner is full of power, but the sweat is still on Cao Hui's skin, one by one.

How so, why is it always like this?

Cao Hui asked himself cursedly, why whenever he wanted to do something with great fanfare, the situation always didn't match his imagination, the position next to him was empty, and there were still people sitting on it just now.

It was a person in charge of CCTV, who was invited by himself with a lot of money, and before, he had blown Yan Yufeng to the sky, but when he saw that this No. 8 was like a demon, and he was replaced after three fouls in a row, this big trust who was invited with a lot of money coldly left a sentence and left.

"Is it possible for a simple-minded player like this to become a star? Hey! ”

Word by word like a hammer, slammed heavily on Cao Hui's heart, Cao Hui's eyes were dizzy, he saw his spilled money flowing into the stinky ditch quickly, he saw that his ideals disappeared little by little, and he saw a formed empire suddenly shattered in front of him like glass.

Myself, or wrong.

Yan Yufeng, after all, can't be his own touchstone!

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Sun Ming's eyes were staring at his own court, and he didn't know what he was staring at, and he grabbed the mineral water bottle in his hand with both hands, the bottle was extremely twisted, making a rattling sound.

How so? Why did Ping Mei commit three fouls? That's not true, is it? How so? Sun Ming's mind was confused, it was only a few minutes after the opening, Yan Yufeng had already ended, and it was three times, he had never encountered such a situation, for so many years, as long as others fouled him, when would it be his turn to foul others?

Could it be that after not seeing it for so long, Yan Yufeng's head has become stiff?

Funny!

Sun Ming began to grit his teeth, just at this time, Nanyang suddenly launched a fast attack when Beiyang couldn't shoot, from picking up the rebound to entering the frontcourt, it was just a kung fu to close his eyes, and Nanyang had already entered the inside.

Very crisp score, Sun Ming watched the ball being picked into the basket.

"Damn it, how could you let him go to the basket so easily?" Sun Ming couldn't help but scold, and a voice next to him immediately echoed, it seems that the people next to him are all fans of Beiyang.

"No. 8 is down, this Beiyang, how can you fight!" A middle-aged man in his forties said with a disappointed face.

"You can't say that, Beiyang is not out of temper without little Kobe! I think it's not so easy for Nanyang to get better! The friend next to him, who should be a middle-aged man, dressed in a neat suit, said lightly.

"Hmph, maybe!" The middle-aged man glanced at the group of Beiyang players on the court and smiled disdainfully.

The man in the suit also smiled, and set his eyes on the back of Coach Beiyang who was standing there straight, with a hint of expectation flashing in his eyes.

By now, you'll be giving me a wonderful one!

At this time, Beiyang's pause sounded!

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"Is there still a play?" The frustrated Lu Di asked himself, Yan Yufeng is gone, so what else can Beiyang take out to confront Nanyang?

Shan Yu, your trick is too poisonous, haven't you learned how to face your opponent bravely until now?

Lu Di's hands gradually clenched, and after he was defeated by Yan Yufeng, he quickly came out of his frustration, because he was very happy to see that with such a person, with such strong confidence and extraordinary skills, he could fulfill his wish and complete an opponent who had humiliated him for almost three years.

Although, this opponent, on another level, may not be eye-catching, but in the Southern District, he is like Mount Tai in everyone's hearts, yes, he is recognized as the No.1 in the Southern District, then, he should be defeated by the Southern District, not others, because this is already related to an honor.

Pride of the front line defending the South End!

Shan Yu, do you know, with your style and the tenacity of your team, you are completely unable to snipe the pace of the North District, and in Beiyang, you see the hope of sniping the North District.

But this god will really fool people, but the style and characters of a team like Nan Yan are indeed the best weapon to restrain the entire South District.

That's really '''''''''.

Lu Di suddenly raised his head, stared at the TV, and shouted almost prayerfully: "Yan Yufeng, you have to cheer up!" ”

When Che Jin saw Yan Yufeng being replaced, he couldn't help but snort in his mouth, and his sister who was watching TV with a disappointed face next to him turned her head and looked at herself.

"What?" Che Jin shouted.

"You seem to be having a good time!" Che Ya was very angry, she felt that her brother couldn't do this.

"Of course!" Che Jin immediately said.

"Brother, are you so narrow-minded?" Cha Ya was really angry.

Che Jin's face was full of indifference, he looked at the ceiling, and slowly read in his mouth: "Narrow? ”

"Hey, hey!"

"Seeing the defeat of the opponent who defeated you now, you are not acting like my brother in my mind!" Che Ya said angrily.

Che Jin closed his eyes and did not refute his sister's expression, but said lightly in a state of sleep: "Difficulties should be solved by yourself!" ”

Yan Yufeng, do you say yes?

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"Everybody played well!" Shang Lin looked at his frustrated teammates with a smile and said lightly.

The whole team hung their heads in shame.

18 to 7, this is called playing well?

What did we do after Yufeng was gone?

Shang Lin glanced at Yan Yufeng, who was completely buried there, and said slowly: "Many people only know that there is a Yan Yufeng in Beiyang, his nickname is very loud, called Little Kobe, many people also think that Beiyang is so strong because of Yan Yufeng, and it will come to this point, what do you think?" After speaking, he glanced at all the shocked team members.

Yan Yufeng raised his head in a staggered manner and looked at the coach in complete shock.

No one knows, why did the coach suddenly say this, in Beiyang Twelfth Middle School, such words have never been circulated in the market, everyone subconsciously avoids this, and subconsciously thinks that this is actually the case.

"What do you think?" Shang Lin asked again, and the smile in the corner of his eyes suddenly disappeared.

"Coach, I'm '''''''!" Night Changfeng couldn't help but speak.

Shang Lin raised his hand to stop Ye Changfeng's opening, and said, "I have never thought so, since I made up my mind to join the group of Beiyang Twelfth Middle School, I have never thought of it this way.

Didn't think about anything?

I never thought about whether we would have to play a game without Yan Yufeng, if there was no Yan Yufeng, would we still be able to win, if we didn't have Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, there would be no Yan Yufeng at all, then, would we still be able to stand here?

Of course, I can't avoid the facts, without Yan Yufeng, we can't stand here, without Yan Yufeng, we may not win, but I never think that without Yan Yufeng, we can't go to the game, to fight, to consume our last strength like a man on this most sacred court! ”

Shang Lin gasped, his eyes became powerful, he looked at the team members who were gradually straightening up, slowly waved his hand, and ordered: "The pause has arrived, now, I am going to stand here and command you how to fight like a man!" You only have to remember one thing, see my gestures and listen to my commands!

Play! In the end, Shang Lin shouted, waved his straight hand and slashed forward vigorously, giving his first command to his teammates.

At this time, in the hearts of every Beiyang, there was a strange feeling, because they saw a completely different head coach, if the previous Shang Lin was considered a Confucian handsome, then, now, he should be a general who is ready to rush to the battlefield in person.

Ye Changfeng took a deep breath, exhaled a long breath, and then looked at the coach, "Coach, just watch!" With that, he looked back and stepped onto the field.

Zhai Yong and other substitute players silently touched their shoulders with Gao Yuan and others who were on the field, and touched each other with punches, everything was silent, but Qin Lan, who was standing next to him, saw a fighting spirit that was both familiar and unfamiliar burning.

The familiar murderous aura, the unfamiliar eyes, burning in everyone's eyes, what is that?

I think that the coach awakened the deepest pride in their hearts, he shattered the escape in everyone's hearts for a long time, and at this moment, I really began to admire the coach of Shangshang!

This is the last sentence that Qin Lan wrote on the night after the game.

Looking at Yan Yufeng, who was still wrong, Shang Lin showed a smile and said, "I'm sorry, I have to push you out again!" ”

"Coach, I ''''''!" Yan Yufeng said in a trembling voice that didn't know whether to be excited or grateful.

"Look, second section, let you appreciate my critical command!"

"Critical" ''Command?'' Yan Yufeng's mouth opened wide.

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Beiyang attacked.

Ouyang Shangzhi controlled the ball, the coach's gesture flashed in front of him, and the sentence just now.

"From now on, remember the gestures I give you, every turn, remember! Can it be done? ”

"Yes!"

"Run!" Ouyang Shangzhi suddenly shouted loudly.

"Come on with the long wind!"

The night wind rushed from the left arc, and Shan Yu, who was defending Shangzhi, realized that someone was going to block and dismantle, subconsciously looked back, and took another step forward, Ouyang Shangzhi moved, and when Shan Yu took a step forward and looked back at the side, his lightning speed exploded again.

Surprisingly, he didn't rush straight into the inside line as usual, but ran diagonally to the right along the three-point line.

"Block again!" Shangzhi roared again, his childish voice becoming a little chilling at this time.

Xiang Jie understood that he was ordering him, took a big step forward, gave up his inner position, and blocked Yuan Xing, who was about to change his defense.

Ouyang held the ball with his upper finger, and he passed next to Xiang Jie and Yuan Xing like a needle, and in front of him, because of Xiang Jie's pull, the inside line under the basket became extremely open.

Long Wei rushed from the other side, at this time, he could no longer stick to the rules and pressed the opponent's center, and the danger was imminent.

Shangzhi suddenly jumped up, and in front of the frightened opponent's center, he half-turned his body in the air to face him, and the ball in his hand was thrown out with unimaginable force, and its direction was actually the left arc corner of the empty person.

A cold light flashed in Ye Changfeng's eyes, he bowed his body slightly, looked at the flying pass with both hands, and shouted angrily in his heart: Look, Beiyang, it's not a one-person world!

Shan Yu's eyes were fixed on the fluttering basket net, which was still shaking, as if the power of the long-distance piercing just now was so huge.

What a beautiful three!

Shan Yu suddenly laughed, it seems that Beiyang seems to be starting to get stronger.

So, should you do something about it?

The South Seas are coming.

Chengzong was carrying the ball on the outside, and he kept waving his hands, signaling everyone to run away and pull out the gap, but the Beiyang coach standing on the sidelines kept shouting at this time.

He used both hands together, constantly changing gestures, like magic, the first line of space that appeared just now disappeared in an instant, and the people of Beiyang were constantly making up for the flaws that they had just appeared, as if a spider was spinning silk.

Cheng Zong understood that there was not much time for himself to waste, and he had missed several opportunities to kill at once, so now, he could only force his attack.

Shan Yu was running, he had been running under the basket for two rounds, and in a few seconds, he became the most frequent person on the court.

Damn, why can't this fly just stop?

Helplessly, Shan Yu gave up looking for opportunities under the basket and ran directly to the outside.

"Ball!" Shan Yu shouted loudly.

"Flank!" A voice almost killed Shan Yu before he shouted, and suddenly shouted.

Chengzong was about to pass, and suddenly a figure appeared next to him, blocking the passing route, and at the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw in fear that on the other side, a person also quickly pressed up.

Protect the ball!

This is Chengzong's most instinctive reaction, any player, at this time, will make such a reaction, but time, will never stop.

"Give it to me!" Shan Yu finally knew that something was wrong, he approached Chengzong at high speed, and the other players were quickly assisting or spreading out to find their own shooting positions, at this moment, Nanyang showed the qualities that a good team should have.

"Humph!" Shang Lin on the sidelines stopped his command, smiled coldly, and looked at the offensive timetable with his eyes.

3‘

2‘

1‘

A gong sounded, and the stadium suddenly came to a standstill.

"Whew!" Cheng Zong gasped, his body still maintained a posture of holding the ball with both hands on his abdomen, and on his left side, Shan Yu also maintained the posture of asking for the ball with both hands.

"What a 24-second defense!" In the stands, the middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes smiled slightly and said softly.

Feng Degang, who was on the sidelines, raised his gray eyebrows lightly before the gong sounded, and in the corner, he caught a glimpse of the opponent who pulled another player to his side and spoke, and an exclamation mark welled up in his heart.

Commanding on the spot?

Do you have what it takes?

"Shan Yu!" Taking advantage of this time, Feng Degang suddenly called Shan Yu over.

"Change tactics, you control the ball, and hit Chen Ping!"

"Got it!" Shan Yu turned around and left.

"That's it!" Feng Degang suddenly added.

Shan Yu turned his head, looked at his coach suspiciously, and then nodded.

Watching Beiyang's players rush to their own half of the court and come to the front, Feng Degang suddenly felt a wave of excitement in his heart.

I love competitions like this!

Ouyang Shangzhi dribbled the ball across the half court, Gao Yuan ran out from the right side to catch it, the ball came to his hands, and then after Ouyang Shangzhi passed the ball, he ran directly down to the bottom corner of the left side, the big column of the inner line was running out, and the long wind on the right suddenly went down to the bottom line, the two of them went up and down, one left and one right, and the sudden change surprised the defending Nanyangs, but the pace instinctively followed, and Feng Degang, who was standing next to him, suddenly lost his voice and shouted: "The bottom line!" ”

Gao Yuan's hands were still outstretched, half held in the sky, and at the same time as the old man on the scene suddenly said a word, the ball had already swirled in the sky.

It turned out to be an inner line.

When the orange basketball began to fall, a pair of hands suddenly caught it fiercely from the right, and then, along the habitual surname, flew to the basket.

"Bang!" The basket erupted in an excited moan and scream for the first time since its opening, this was an unsuspecting scream, just like the sudden exclamation of the audience, no one knew, just now, what happened?

Xiang Jie grabbed the basket with both hands, suddenly let go of his hand, slapped it Bai Huahua's rebound, and then fell down satisfied, he didn't even look at the Nanyang people who ran to prepare to serve, so he ran out of Nanyang's inside line with his head held high.

Yan Yufeng stood on the sidelines, shouting loudly, looking at Xiang Jie, who was getting closer and closer, waving the white towel in his hand.

Qin Lan looked sideways at Yan Yufeng, who was shouting excitedly, his face was really happy, so happy, he had never seen it, surprised, proud, and filled with the perhaps unspeakable apologies in his heart.

Yan Yufeng, is this the kind of team you want to see the most?

Qin Lan's eyes gradually warmed up.

"Do you know why it's called critical?" Shang Lin looked at the changes on the court and asked himself, this has always been the realm he wants to achieve the most, and it is also the art he has always wanted to pursue.

A few words, a few gestures, control the changes of the team in their own hands, to be exact, what tactics they want to play, the team, can immediately launch the offensive of this tactic.

Criticality, a physical term, when a substance reaches a critical point, all its physical qualities will be the most ideal state, and critical command is what it means.

In other words, using the most appropriate tactics at that time to direct the battle of this round at that time is like a master's move, making any moves he wants, but chasing his life with a knife.

It's a great and distant goal, and it requires not only a manager's terrifying tactical inventory, but also a computer-like calculating, accurate, and accurate mind, and more importantly, a group of players who completely remember your every tactic and obey all your commands.

When you're on the sidelines and the situation on the pitch is like the battlefield you've conceived in your head, you've arrived.

Although I can't reach this level now, and although this group of players can't remember all my tactics, everything they have now, the other party, Nanyang, is enough!

Shang Lin looked at the returning players, cheered attention, and then made a gesture when all the players looked at him.

Let's see, what is the art of conducting!

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"This ball is really exciting!" Ge Hui, who had been sitting there lazily, suddenly sat up straight, looked at the court, and said with disbelief.

"Indeed, it seems that at the beginning, it was a warm-up for the two teams, and now, it is the official beginning!" Han Shuo nodded.

"Not bad! I'm starting to look forward to the competition! Ge Hui laughed.

Han Shuo glanced at his partner and smiled.

"The ball in the south is indeed more gorgeous than our in the north!" Liu Xiaoyu, who was in the stands on the other side, said with a slightly envious expression.

Zhang Meng sighed, shrugged his shoulders, and muttered: "Who said that our Shenyang troika is not so cooperative?" It's not uncommon to have a slam dunk in the air! ”

"Hey, hey!" Jin Daquan was smiling there, but he didn't know which side he was laughing at.

Liu Xiaoyu suddenly straightened his body, sat up straight, shook his neck, loosened his muscles, and then said loudly: "Start watching the ball!" ”

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"Beautiful!" The middle-aged man who was still questioning Beiyang at the beginning was now full of joy on his face, and like all the people next to him, he praised loudly.

"It's beautiful!" The man in the suit and leather shoes was not like others, smiling happily, holding his chin with his hands clenched into fists, and whispering.

"Compared with before the pause, a completely different team, just now that blocking and dismantling run, it can really be regarded as a classic, the point guard over half the court, SG wants the ball to attract a person, and then the point guard goes straight to the bottom corner, for the PF buried there to do the blocking, the best thing is an inside line, an SF suddenly came up and down a big pull as a response, completely attracted all the opponent's defensive attention, from then on, after this moment under the basket, suddenly became no one, and then the liberated PF suddenly rushed down the inside line, Then SG, who took the ball, hoisted the ball into the inside line and caught it empty!

Tsk, a rare and wonderful tactical cooperation! The suit shook his head in admiration.

It seems that this game became interesting after the end of the game on the 8th.

"Hey, hey!"

At the same time, there was also the head coach of Nanyang, and in comparison, Feng Degang's smile was even brighter.

It's been a long time since I've met such a smart coach, but I didn't expect that this is actually a coach in a high school league, and this kind of game will live up to the fact that there is no coach, otherwise, what would we do with these people?

Thinking of this, Feng Degang looked sideways at that side, as if he had a heart, Shang Lin also looked sideways, glanced at each other, and both turned their heads with smiles.

The first quarter is coming to an end, so let's get started in the second quarter!

Both of them thought coldly.

(To be continued)