Just when Yan Yufeng made an anxious choice, on the 8th floor of the Nike Beijing Branch Twin Towers on Jianguomenwai Street, Guo Ding, vice president of Nike China, was also anxious. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He stared at the large 60-inch screen hanging on the wall, when the stadium was empty, and it was halftime. Behind him, standing was his right-hand man Liu Ziming.

"Mr. Guo, according to the analysis, No. 8 of Beiyang 12th Middle School may take the position of assistant coach, and under normal circumstances, he should not be on the field." Liu Ziming said.

Guo Ding sighed in his heart, he didn't count that Yan Yufeng was actually used as the last hole card by Beiyang, and he would not use it until he had to.

Guo Ding saw the sparse stands, there were few spectators, and he was even more irritable, the market couldn't be opened, and no matter how fanciful he was, it was in vain.

Achievement! Achievement!

Guo Ding's eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light, he turned around and said to Liu Ziming: "General, hey, then make it unusual!" ”

Liu Ziming paused, and then understood what he meant, and he asked tentatively: "Referee?" ”

Guo Ding's eyes flashed with appreciation, but he said: "Make the game formal, reasonable, and smooth, isn't this what we have been tirelessly pursuing?" ”

Liu Ziming immediately bowed his head and replied, "Then I'll arrange it now." ”

When Guo Ding was the only one left in the office again, he put his eyes back on the big screen, and he said to himself: "It took so much effort, wasted so many favors, and was lucky to meet Wang Yi, you have to go on if you don't go today, this is what everyone wants, destiny!" ”

Guo Ding's words represent the wishes of many people who know a little or are familiar with it, just like Zhao Xiang, Song Kun and others who are sitting in the stands, bored in every way, a group of them came to the stadium early in the morning, just to see Yan Yufeng, but after waiting for a first half, Yan Yufeng sat on the bench, and the state of not moving made everyone desperate.

Zhao Xiang sighed: "It's also that I think too much, in such a game, he is really useless on the field, and the cannon bombards mosquitoes." ”

Song Kun, who was sitting next to him, said: "Nuo, look below, there are more reporters than audiences, I think, this is definitely the butterfly effect produced by Cheng Lao yesterday." ”

Zhao Xiang agreed: "Who said it wasn't, hey, such a good opportunity, replace me, I would have played a long time ago, alas, it's a pity!" Looking at the first row of the stands, Yishui's tripod camera, and video camera, Zhao Xiang was envious.

"Look, it's coming." Song Kun said.

And at this moment, Liao Yuan, who had just come out of the locker room, was still hovering in his mind with Coach Liu Zheng's words: It seems that the opponent looks down on us, and now, the trump card is not on it! The blind man can understand what it means, so it's okay, in the third quarter, we changed the formation, hit him by surprise, and pulled the score away, I don't believe it, after leading by more than ten points, how can he chase it!

couldn't help clenching his fists, Liao Yuan looked up, and just saw Yan Yufeng coming out of the exit next door, only to see him not squinting, as if he was looking at the air, walking by. This made Liao Yuan even more angry, and secretly gritted his teeth.

Yan Yufeng naturally didn't know that there were two eyes staring at him who were about to kill him behind him, and at this time, he was still thinking about how to face the situation in the second half.

Ye Changfeng was already shooting baskets on the court to maintain a good feel, Yan Yufeng stepped forward, came to his side, and said in a deep voice: "In the second half, there must be a big move on the other side, you must work hard!" ”

Ye Changfeng's face was a little dissatisfied, maybe Yan Yufeng's tone was too blunt, and his words were with some doubts, and he replied sensitively: "I know, we are still five points behind, don't worry, two three-point things!" ”

Seeing that Ye Changfeng didn't care, Yan Yufeng was a little anxious, he raised his tone and said, "If Wuhan No. 1 Middle School targets you, your chances of making a move will only decrease!" ”

Ye Changfeng's face turned cold, he looked back at the anxious Yan Yufeng, probably Yan Yufeng's expression touched him, Ye Changfeng nodded his head and said, "I thought about it, don't worry, I won't let you have a chance to play!" ”

Yan Yufeng's face softened, and he said, "I can't wait, but you have to do what you say!" ”

It's about promise, Ye Changfeng's face is even colder, he threw the basketball in his hand, and saw the basketball hollow through the net, he said lightly: "Unless I get off the court, there is no chance for you to come up!" ”

The two said nothing more, Yan Yufeng returned to the bench and sat next to Wang Xuechao, who saw him coming, so he said: "What are your plans for the tactics of the third quarter?" ”

"Don't use the small ball tactics for the time being, just play and watch, and adapt to the situation!" Yan Yufeng replied.

Wang Xuechao nodded in agreement, and at this time, the referee trio appeared on the court, which meant that the third quarter of the game was about to begin.

In the third quarter, Xiang Jie continued to start, Xiang Jie appeared again, at this moment, he already understood his role, he told his teammates again and again, seeing this, Wang Xuechao praised off the field: "This is what he needs to do the most." ”

Yan Yufeng was silent, he felt faintly uneasy, let Xiang Jie play, it was Wang Xuechao who was the master, he couldn't do anything to slap Xiang Jie in the face in front of the whole team, but the third quarter, as we all know, was a crucial part of the whole game!

If the four sections of the game are regarded as a thesis, then the first section is to set the tone and develop the argument. The second stanza is a continuation of the first stanza and strives to hold the argument firm, while the third stanza is to open up another battlefield in order to reverse or expand the results of the battle, and pave the way for the decisive battle in the fourth stanza to pave the most suitable decisive ground.

The teams that played well in the third quarter were the teams with superior skills and tactics without exception.

It can be said that the third quarter is the section that best reflects the tactical system, and the warring parties will show their tactics one by one in a casual manner, and strive to find out the opponent's hole cards, especially in the encounter game.

Whoever can figure out the opponent's hole cards will be able to win the final battle.

But Wang Xuechao stubbornly still used the starting lineup to start with the formation ranking, Yan Yufeng was very worried that the opponent would immediately launch a targeted tactic, you know, even if basketball has a so-called battlefield artifact more than football: timeout. But many times, it is not necessarily a timeout that can completely change the situation, especially the appearance of a timeout, which itself means the result of losing consecutive points and being beaten by the opponent after a small climax of scoring.

But at this moment, Yan Yufeng can't do anything, because the evil fruit of speculation has not yet blossomed, how can he stop it?

Under Yan Yufeng's uncertain expression, the referee blew the whistle at the beginning of the third quarter of the game, and Wuhan attacked with the ball.

After only watching three rounds, Yan Yufeng felt that something was wrong, Wuhan No. 1 Middle School really changed tactics, they used 32 formations, and the two inner lines were raised, causing Beiyang to have to expand the defensive line, and the inner line was very empty, and the three outside lines frequently used the blocking and demolition after the inner line was raised, and began to impact the inner line of Beiyang.

Three consecutive breakthroughs to score, Beiyang has no ability to parry at all, even if Liu Xiaoke gives up the opponent who ran to the outside and stands dead under the basket, he is still thrown by No. 5 Liao Yuan on the opposite side with a small throw and scores two more points.

Only three points passed, and Wuhan suddenly launched an offensive frenzy, scoring eight points in a row in four rounds, while Beiyang did not wait for an inch.

Wang Xuechao's face turned pale, and after witnessing Liao Yuan's score, Huo Ran stood up and stretched out his hand to the technical desk to pause.

Coupled with the previous five points, Beiyang instantly fell behind by 13 points, and the score changed from 23-28 to 23-41. This is an extremely shocking change, so much so that the stands that were originally calm are suddenly in an uproar.

The Beiyang players who got off the field, their faces were confused, no one knew what was going on, especially Ye Changfeng, his face was even more pale, what he cared about was not that the opponent tore through the defense line and scored continuously, but that when the opponent was defending, he actually made a double bag against him, and he had to pass the ball to Xiang Jie twice, and the latter actually didn't score once when he was vacant.

Xiang Jie is also panting, Ye Changfeng's passing is very reasonable and reasonable, but as the foundation of a big forward, he is now playing a small forward, and he has no due medium and long-distance shooting ability, even if he has worked hard, he is still not sure to score.

And it was precisely because of his two non-advances that Wuhan switched between attack and defense for 2 consecutive times, turning the fast attack into a score.

Mo Feng was also depressed, he played as a big forward, but the opponent was raised, so he had no choice but to come to the outside, and the continuous blocking and demolition made him take care of one or the other, and he didn't know who to defend at all. In terms of offense, he stood on the left side, Xiang Jie was on the right side, and Ye Changfeng just didn't pass the ball to him, and the first choice was to give Xiang Jie, which made him feel angry in his heart, but he couldn't complain more.

Liu Xiaoke's face was already tired, he was the one who consumed the most physical strength on the field, and the opponent was doing the big forward thing at all, repeatedly moving in a wide range, so that he had to take care of the empty interior line at the same time, but also take care of his defenders.

In addition, two full-court switchbacks, this is the most troublesome thing for him.

Ouyang Shangzhi should be the most relaxed person on the court, his defenders did not act rashly, they basically roamed on the outside, only as a transfer of the ball, and did not participate in the attack.

In terms of offense, Shangzhi saw that the opponent contracted the inside line, and did not dare to rush in, in addition, now the team's ball has always been in the hands of Ye Changfeng, he is just a basketball porter, and bringing the ball to the front court is considered to complete the work.

It's just that at this moment, Shangzhi didn't dare to show the slightest sense of ease, he was keenly aware of Yan Yufeng's black and shiny face, since he was reprimanded by Yan Yufeng, Shangzhi had an extremely rebellious psychology in his heart, and he was honest on the surface, but in fact, he was grinding foreign workers.

Wang Xuechao shouted loudly, probably scoring eight points in a row, which reminded him of the Nanjing tragedy not long ago, his face was full of anger, and while rearranging tactics, he told the team members one by one.

"Lu Huashang, Hu Dingyuan, Su Xiao, Kitanoshang!" Wang Xuechao finally remembered the alternative he had discussed with Yan Yufeng before, and he continued: "Xiang Jie, Mo Feng, Shangzhi, Xiao Ke, the four of you can rest!" ”

Yan Yufeng was silent on the side, and Lu Hua was intending to strengthen the offense, Hu Dingyuan's three-point ability was very good, and it could be used as the second attack option after Ye Changfeng was frozen, Su Xiao's co-defense ability was good, just enough to restrain the opponent's 32 tactics.

Xiang Jie stood up, covering his head and wiping the sweat on his head, Yan Yufeng sat beside him and didn't speak, focusing entirely on the restarting game.

Shangzhi was sitting in the corner, quietly covering the towel, looking at the court, Mo Feng beside him was also speechless, and no one wanted to talk. The three people who just got off the field brought more negative energy to the bench, and the Beiyang bench at this moment was silent and the atmosphere was dull.

This tactic was well contained, and Beiyang finally succeeded in defending twice in a row in the next defense, and in the attacker, a jump and cross from the night long wind, Hu Dingyuan, who received the ball, hit a three-point shot on the flank to save the decline.

And Wuhan No. 1 Middle School, in the pause just now, has been quietly arranged by the head coach Liu Zheng for the third set of tactics, after a substitution, they quietly changed the 32 lineup, again turned back to the 23 formation, they began to play inside, lost Mo Feng and Liu Xiaoke's Beiyang Twelfth Middle School, was beaten twice by the opponent in succession, and the score opened again, becoming 26:45.

Wang Xuechao's eyes were on fire, he had to immediately replace Liu Xiaoke and Su Xiao, Wuhan No. 1 Middle School continued to use this tactic to play three rounds, and after finding that it was not good, Liu Zheng waved his hand and changed the formation back to 32, taking this opportunity, Wuhan scored another 2 points.

Wang Xuechao instinctively wanted to call a timeout again, but was stopped by Yan Yufeng, Yan Yufeng said in a low voice: "Coach, the number of pauses!" ”

A word woke up the person in the dream, and Wang Xuechao was stunned.

"The key now is that there is a problem with our attack, Ye Changfeng is caught by a double and passes to Hu Dingyuan, and Hu Dingyuan cannot guarantee that he can hit every time." Yan Yufeng's face suddenly calmed down at this moment.

Maybe when he was down by a big score, he was at ease.

Yan Yufeng's calm analysis made Wang Xuechao gradually understand the problem of Beiyang at this moment, he looked at Yan Yufeng deeply again, and asked with a desire to speak: "Or ......?" ”

"Look again!" Yan Yufeng replied directly.

Wang Xuechao couldn't go on, he sat back in his position, stood up impatiently, and paced back and forth in front of the bench.

Beiyang was gloomy, but the stands were full of laughter, almost half of the people were happy, watching the score open, almost everyone who came with a purpose began to count the moment when No. 8 came on the field in their hearts.

"As long as Beiyang shouts a timeout again, the 8th must be on!" Liang Tian couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, he walked back and forth in the corridor in front of the first row of the stands, but his eyes were staring at the back of No. 8 who was still immovable.

"I'm so anxious!" Zhao Xiang shouted there, he not only hoped for it, but also began to be a little worried, when he saw Wuhan hit a three-point shot again, and the score had come to 26:50, he felt a sigh in his heart.

"If you don't play, you're going to be 20 points behind, how can you play?" Zhao Xiang asked Song Kun on the side.

Song Kun didn't dare to boast about Haikou, he saw that Wuhan No. 1 Middle School was like a different person, compared with the stiff and fat man's playing style in the first half, Wuhan No. 1 Middle School at the moment was more like a flexible little monkey, changing his tactical play through constant substitutions, almost every time, he grabbed Beiyang's weakness.

Wang Yi was also a little confused when he sat like a god, he was a little surprised by the changes on the field, the background of Wuhan No. 1 Middle School is the Wuhan Sports Institute that resounded throughout Hubei, with a strong foundation and changeable tactical play, and the third quarter showed that it was in line with its characteristics, but why he wanted to watch such a game, he still doesn't understand.

Could it be that there are any good seedlings in Wuhan No. 1 Middle School who are Cheng Lao's blood relatives? Wang Yi shook the spirit, and immediately thought of this, and he immediately became interested.

In the press area in the first row of the stands, the major newspapers were gearing up, with an expectant expression of waiting for the god to play, and all the focus was concentrated on the back of the No. 8.

Ye Changfeng's face was pale, he didn't dare to look at the Beiyang bench, because he must know that Yan Yufeng's eyes would be watching him, as long as he looked over, then what should he do next?

Damn it! How so?

Night Changfeng gritted his teeth and rattled, the same situation, nearly five minutes of inability to score, like that unbearable night, which he couldn't accept.

"Cheer up, rush, rush!" Night Wind suddenly shouted, at his teammates!

Lu Hua and the others were stunned, but Ye Changfeng had already strode the meteor's dribble and rushed to the front, and everyone hurriedly followed.

Ye Changfeng walked to the front court with the ball, he didn't slow down his speed, and watched the familiar bag in front of him slowly open in front of him again, his eyes flashed.

I don't believe you can stop me every time!

Night Changfeng suddenly folded, and he originally moved in a straight line to the left wing, but at this time, he suddenly changed his movement route and strode sideways to the right side.

Liao Yuan and Zhao Rui hurriedly chased after each other, their task was very simple, one main and one auxiliary to seal any move of Ye Changfeng.

Lu Hua was behind the night long wind, watching Liao Yuan chase after him, and wanted to cover up, but Liao Yuan was quick to flash, passing through his left side, and in front of him, Zhao Rui had already walked sideways to the front of the night long wind.

"Be careful!" Seeing this, Lu Hua shouted anxiously.

Ye Changfeng didn't care about it, he didn't pay attention to Liao Yuan who caught up behind him, looked at Zhao Rui in front, and the inside line of another Wuhan No. 1 Middle School, and a figure faintly appeared behind.

At this moment, he has only one thought in his heart, that is, I want to score!

There is at least 2 meters of open distance in front of him, but Ye Changfeng doesn't want to make a quick stop jump shot, because the high-speed running makes him too inertia at the moment, and the emergency stop jump shot will greatly affect his balance and lead to a decrease in the hit rate.

Kill it!

Such a thought flashed through Ye Changfeng's mind!

The sound of the wind was blowing in his ears, the noisy scolding was endless, the night wind was full of blood, he took another step forward, and rushed to the basket with the ball.

Zhao Rui didn't expect Ye Changfeng to be so resolute, he just settled down, he didn't have time to control the center at all, and watched Ye Changfeng pass by him, and before he turned around, Liao Yuan also ran past him.

After Zhao Rui, the courage of the night long wind doubled, and he was arrogant, and he moved forward and took three steps to hold the ball.

Chen Yu, the center of Wuhan No. 1 Middle School, saw that Ye Changfeng was coming towards him again, and cautiously opened his hand and took a small step forward, intending to block Ye Changfeng's layup route.

Like a stroke of genius, and just like a sudden inspiration, the night wind from left to right of the European Cup, from Chen Yu, slid by, leaving Chen Yu surprised.

After one more person, there was already a smooth road in front of him, and the night long wind shouted loudly and took the last step.

When he took this step, he was already exhausted, but Ye Changfeng still tried his best to jump up with his right foot, holding the ball and jumping to the basket.

Liao Yuan rushed to the horse, he saw that the night wind had jumped, and without thinking, although the distance was at least more than a meter, he still jumped at high speed with the momentum of the road.

"Get me down!" Liao Yuan's eyes widened, and he roared in his heart.

Night Changfeng felt the sound of the wind hitting his back, but turned a deaf ear, instead reached out with his right hand and struggled to move the ball towards the rebound.

In the distance, Yan Yufeng noticed it as early as when Ye Changfeng broke into the enemy camp alone, and when he saw Ye Changfeng passing by two people in a few breaths, he couldn't help but clench his fists.

On the last leap of the night Changfeng, Yan Yufeng also saw Liao Yuan, who was following him like a poisonous snake, also jumped up, instinctively feeling the threat coming, he blurted out: "Be careful!" ”

However, the night Changfeng had forgotten everything, and in his heart, the smiling face of Nanjing No. 9 Middle School that night was blood-red.

"I want to score!"

This was the last thought after feeling a dark shadow in the afterglow of the long night!

"Didi ......!!!" The referee sounded a sharp whistle, and Lu Hua, Kitano, Su Xiao and others rushed forward.

Liao Yuan rolled on the ground for 2 times to stabilize his body, he heard the referee's whistle, and sighed in his heart, he actually fouled! Pity!

In his impression, he remembered that he was still sitting on a person, Liao Yuan suddenly felt excited, and when he looked at it, he saw the No. 15 on the opposite side lying on the ground, motionless!

Miserable!

Liao Yuan crossed a thought!

"Long wind in the night, long wind in the night!" Lu Hua was the first to arrive, he shouted, bent down and went to touch the night wind.

"Don't move him, don't move!" The linesman hurriedly shouted, he squatted on the ground and looked at Ye Changfeng carefully, he saw Ye Changfeng's eyelids move, and immediately went to pat him on the face, while shouting: "Wake up!" ”

The night wind finally moved, he lay on the ground, remembered, but he couldn't hold himself alive, and whatever sound he heard in his ears was an echo.

"Enter...... Did you get in? Ye Changfeng muttered to himself, asking intermittently.

"He landed on his head first, probably with a concussion!" The staff of the bottom line witnessed the whole process, the person chasing the hat was too impulsive, and directly hit the 15th, so that the 15th, which was originally in the air, leaned over and hit forward directly, just landed, and the person chasing the hat also lost his balance and sat on the ground completely.

Brushing aside the eyelids of Ye Changfeng, the linesman slid his fingers, and when he saw that Ye Changfeng's eyes didn't move at all, he knew that something was wrong, and the linesman shouted: "Stretcher, doctor, ambulance!" ”

As soon as he heard this, not only Liao Yuan was dumbfounded, but Lu Hua, Su Xiao and others who felt it later had weak legs.

Yan Yufeng slowly stood up, looking at the larger and larger circle gathered in the distance, and finally understood that the most unwanted thing was coming!

Subsequently, the entry of the stretcher left the Beiyang bench empty, and everyone ran up, but Yan Yufeng sat silently on the chair alone.

He took off his sneakers and took out a bandage from his duffel bag on the side, which he tied in circles, his face as pale as water.

After tying one foot, he began to tie the other, and finally, he put on his knee pads, put on his shoes, and meticulously began to tie his shoes.

During the whole process, Yan Yufeng was very quiet, and he didn't seem to hear the noise around him, until a pair of feet stood in front of him.

It's Xiang Jie.

Xiang Jie's eyes were red, and when he saw Yan Yufeng looking up at him, Xiang Jie said: "The doctor said that he had a concussion and was going to be sent to the hospital, Coach Wang followed, and he asked me to tell you that you are going to play!" ”

Yan Yufeng stood up expressionlessly, and Xiang Jie couldn't help but take a step back.

"I'm going to play!"

Yan Yufeng replied slowly.

Looking at the court that had returned to calm, and no one else had retreated, Yan Yufeng said to Xiang Jie: "Go to the free throw, you can get the point of the night long wind!" ”

Xiang Jie nodded heavily.

Yan Yufeng came to the technical desk and said to the technician who was responsible for the upper and lower records: "Beiyang No. 12 Middle School, No. 8, play!" Replace No. 4! ”

Turning back to face the court, Yan Yufeng stood outside the sideline of the center circle and looked up slightly to see Xiang Jie's free throw.

That's probably the best option, isn't it? God!

In the cold arena, Yan Yufeng inexplicably crossed such a thought.