Both Ye Feng and Holland have great trust in the ability of Westbrook and Loew to make fouls, but they underestimate the tactical literacy of Iowa coach O'Neal. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 After the INFO timeout, the Iowa big midfielder served and Peterson received the ball near the three-point line. He observed the situation on the field, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and it was Westbrook who was standing in front of him.

Peterson was very experienced in making tentative moves, and Westbrook was not fooled, still holding his position firmly to prevent the opposition from waiting for a breakthrough. Peterson was shocked, but it wasn't too different, and it would have been a joke if the UCLA captain had fallen out so easily. He patiently pulled the ball back and made successive crotch dribbles in an attempt to shake off his opponent. Westbrook smiled contemptuously, and straightened his horse and spread his arms, as if to shroud Peterson in his shadow. Suddenly, Peterson retracted his right foot and raised the ball above his head in a gesture to shoot.

Although Westbrook still had some doubts in his heart, his athletic instinct caused him to react immediately - the whole person pounced on Peterson, as if to block his opponent's shot. His reaction was right in Peterson's arms, and if he had looked at his feet, he would have found that Peterson didn't jump at all, and in the face of a physical point guard like Westbrook, shooting without jumping was no different from looking for death, and Peterson has always been a smart guy.

Seeing Westbrook pounce, Peterson had a successful smile on his face. When Westbrook's hand was about to touch him, he jumped up and threw the ball with his hand, but Westbrook couldn't dodge it and slapped him heavily on the arm. "Beep!" The indiscriminate throw didn't go in, but the referee signaled for Westbrook for a three-point foul, and Peterson made three free throws.

Watching his opponent calmly walk to the free throw line, Westbrook's face was full of chagrin, and he secretly blamed himself: Why can't you control your hands and feet? didn't even look at whether the other party was a feint, and the whole person pounced directly, okay? Give three free throws to the opposite side! If they all score, the team's momentum of recovery will be interrupted again!

Peterson didn't feel the resentment in Westbrook's heart, and steadily put the ball into the basket, and the margin was back to 13 points. Shipp, who was the oldest player, saw some clues, he walked up and patted Westbrook on the back, and said in a deep voice: "Russell, three points are nothing, we'll just play back in the next round!" Westbrook nodded heavily and motioned for Loew to give him the ball.

This time Westbrook vowed to be disgraced, but he was able to pull Loew out to cover himself, keep Peterson out on the other side, and he himself dribbled straight inside. Seeing Westbrook burst in easily, Wesley snorted coldly and came up from the weak side to make up for the defense. At this time, Westbrook's speed had already rushed, and seeing that there was an opposing player blocking the way in front of him, he subconsciously made a turning move. But they didn't expect Wesley to be very experienced, and the previous instructions given to them by the coach were to try to cause the opponent to foul when they were confident, and Westbrook's turn under the high-speed dribble was undoubtedly a flaw that they could exploit in their eyes.

Just as Westbrook thought he could use this to turn past Wesley, the latter fell straight to his left elbow, looking like he had been hit by his elbow. After Wesley fell, the referee's whistle blew as well, and looking at his gestures, it was an offensive foul from Westbrook! Westbrook was going insane, he was sure there was barely any physical contact between himself and Wesley, and even if there were, he wouldn't have been able to knock each other down with his elbow as he turned.

But the referee doesn't care what you think, he just trusts his eyes. In his opinion, Wesley did get an elbow, but it was only an incidental move when Westbrook turned, so it only blew a normal foul. If Westbrook had obvious intentions, he would not have been given a simple offensive foul, and the possibility of a malicious foul could not even be ruled out.

Holland's brows furrowed, Westbrook's current situation is not good, he has been whistled for personal fouls in two consecutive rounds, and the number of fouls has accumulated to four in an instant, and the NCAA rule is that when a player's personal fouls reach five, he will be sent off, but now there are more than ten minutes before the end of the whole game, and it is quite difficult to survive the only one foul left to the end.

Westbrook's expression was not helpless, and his expression was even a little hideous, because these two fouls were likely to ruin the team's efforts all night. In his opinion, this is the naked home whistle, and if it weren't for the fact that UCLA is playing away, there would definitely be a lot fewer of these damn whistles.

Seeing that Westbrook was in foul trouble, Ye Feng was also anxious off the court. He stood up and begged Holland: "Coach, if you don't want to lose, let me play, Iowa State is obviously catching Russell desperately making fouls, as long as he makes another foul, he will have to go down, and then our team can only be slaughtered!" Holland was still staring at the players on the field, not speaking.

Westbrook, who had been fouled four times, began to become restrained and kept avoiding physical confrontations, and Rohr was not strong enough to fight against the combination of Peterson and Galette. UCLA can only give the ball to Loew again and again, hoping that he can use inside singles to keep the team alive.

But that makes it easier for the Iowa State to defend and they just need to focus on Loew. And as an interior big man, Loew has a hard time maintaining his physical strength after consecutive singles, which leads to the inability to get stuck when fighting for rebounds. If it weren't for the fact that Bamot and Shipp consciously gathered under the basket every time they fought for backcourt rebounds, UCLA's rebounds would probably have been completely destroyed by their opponents.

Soon the game was in the final five minutes, and UCLA was still trailing by as many as 18 points. Ye Feng couldn't hold back any longer, he strode up to Holland and said: "Coach, I'm back now, I don't think the whole team wants to lose here, and if I want to reverse, I have to play now!" Five minutes and 18 minutes, Nu still has a chance to work hard! Holland glanced at Ye Feng deeply, but was instantly moved by his gaze. This is definitely not the gaze that a patient should have! Sharp, fanatical, full of desire to win, and a little worried about his teammates, Holland suddenly understood that Ye Feng could never live with ordinary people!

Time was very urgent, and he motioned for Marshall to hurry up and take Ye Feng's temperature. Ye Feng smiled: The coach is not as indifferent to the outcome of this game as he said before! Marshall checked the thermometer readings several times, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I can only say that we are lucky, Ye can play now." ”

The entire UCLA bench was jubilant, and Holland also laughed, he immediately asked the referee for a timeout, and asked Ye Feng to go to the players' tunnel to do a simple warm-up exercise. The five people who walked off the field were confused, especially Westbrook, who finally saw the flaws in the opponent's defense and was about to go straight to the Yellow Dragon, but was disturbed by a timeout.

However, when the substitutes told him that Ye Feng could play, his face instantly turned cloudy and clear, and he couldn't help laughing. At this time, Ye Feng had also returned, and there were slight beads of sweat on his head, obviously after warming up. Westbrook put his arm around his shoulders and said with a grin: "Ye, I didn't have the confidence to win until now, you must come to save us later!" Ye Feng rolled his eyes: "Just don't look for a foul and be sent off the court." ”

Holland interrupted them angrily, and said seriously: "Wait a minute, after Ye comes on the court, you have to shoot more three-pointers on the outside, and strive to form a deterrent, so that the pressure on the inside line will be greatly reduced." Of course, when a breakthrough is needed, it still has to be a breakthrough, and Russell can't do it alone. I don't need to talk about defense, you can do it yourself, if you need to, you can decide whether to use frontcourt pressing, and continue to defend 2-3 at other times. ”

After Holland worked out the tactics for the players with a dry mouth, the other four people surrounded Ye Feng in the middle, and everyone had a relaxed smile on their faces, even if it seemed like a fool's dream to turn the tables now. Loew smiled innocently and said, "Ye, it's really good that you can play, so that many of our tactics can be realized, and we are still looking forward to you showing a three-point shot to the five people opposite!" Several other people nodded their heads at the side.

Ye Feng quietly clenched his fists, still a little weak, it seemed that the low-grade fever had indeed affected his state. He didn't admit it to his team-mates, though, especially when they desperately needed themselves to lead the team to a comeback victory. He smiled and said, "Kevin, I'm not as important as you say, am I?" I'm just one person anyway, and if I want to win this fight, your help is essential. It's only five minutes before the end of the game, but we're still 18 points down, so I know it's going to be tough to win, but how do we know we can't do it without trying? Even if we lose in the end, we can still have a clear conscience because we have tried. ”

He looked around and said categorically, "From now on, we can't afford to waste a second. It's not a game anymore, it's a war to the death! Our only goal is to keep ourselves alive! ”