"What? Too slow? Ye Feng's eyes couldn't help but widen. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He thought of countless reasons why Hornacek could be called a "flaw", but he didn't expect to be judged as "shooting too slowly".

Looking at Ye Feng's unconvinced look, Hornacek restrained his smile and said seriously: "That's right, your shooting speed is very slow, although the accuracy is very high, but in the ever-changing arena, even 0.1 seconds is precious." With five points and 25 three-pointers, you can hit 23 of them, but it's 50 seconds, and even if you deduct the time I spent picking up and passing, your speed is mediocre. ”

Ye Feng was speechless for a while, everyone took out the data, what else is there to say? But then again, he never felt like he was shooting slowly, and in fact it was his first attempt against the Iowa State University, although it fell short of time. Until then, his team had never been close to the score at a crucial moment.

Right! Time! Ye Feng seemed to have a lightning bolt in his mind: if he shot faster, would he be able to complete this three-point shot? In this way, the team can continue to be undefeated.

Hornacek continued: "I don't see anything else because I've never seen you play on the spot, and shooting in games and training is never the same thing. But I think now you need to practice fast shots, and increasing your speed will not only reduce the chance of getting blocked, but also buy the team more time. ”

After listening to Hornacek's explanation, Ye Feng was already convinced, and he suddenly felt that this was indeed his own negligence. He has always focused on improving his shooting percentage, and many times he has even spent more energy to find a better opportunity in order to be able to make his shots consistent. In this way, not only will the team's offense be significantly sluggish, but they will also waste more physical energy, which will affect the time spent on the field.

He asked curiously, "So how can I improve my shooting speed?" Hornacek thought for a moment and said, "You don't have to change your shooting hand, it's not the most standard, but you're used to it, and there are no obvious problems." In my opinion, the most important thing at this stage is to increase the speed of the ball with your dominant hand, and also to reduce the height of the jump. ”

Ye Feng's eyes became confused, and after thinking for a while, he said hesitantly: "I can understand the speed of increasing the speed of the ball with my dominant hand, but why reduce the starting height?" If I'm facing a physically strong defender on the perimeter, won't I be disrupted or blocked if my jump height is too low? ”

Hornacek shook his head: "What is the shot fast for?" In order to hit the opponent by surprise. If the speed of the pluck determines the speed of the shot, then the height of the jump determines the time it takes you to complete a shot. And if your defender bounces about the same as you but bounces faster than you, if you jump too high, you will put a live target on him, after all, you will either shoot or pass the ball after your feet are off the ground, and experienced defenders can quickly judge your intentions. ”

I'll go, it makes sense! Ye Feng thought to himself, but it was not good to say it directly, after all, he still wanted to save face! So he shifted the conversation to the specific operation: "Do you have any good training methods?" Hornacek smiled mysteriously and said, "There's no other good way, just remember the points and practice more, but well, if you change it, you need to add a little condiment, how about 200 push-ups if you don't meet the standard?" ”

Ye Feng burst into tears in his heart: No wonder Abby said that she wouldn't let me down, feelings are so punishing? And there are no specific training measures, so could it be that I have been investing? Ready to shoot a few hundred three-pointers here?

Hornacek seemed to see the entanglement in Ye Feng's heart, and he coughed lightly: "That's it, if your training has entered a bottleneck, I will ask an old friend of mine to train for you, how about it?" Ye Feng asked sneeringly: "Your old friend?" Who is it? Do I recognize me? Is the three-point shot better than yours? Hornacek laughed and said, "Why are you so interested? It's never too late to know when you reach the bottleneck! ”

Well, okay! Ye Feng has already accepted his fate, of course, in fact, he himself feels that this aspect really needs to be improved, otherwise he wants him to automatically and consciously run to practice shooting based on a few words from Hornacek, it is probably useless. However, just as Ye Feng was about to pick up the ball and start practicing, he suddenly thought of a question that he had forgotten to ask. He looked at Hornacek, who was smiling on the sidelines, and asked with a solemn expression: "Mr. Hornacek, I would like to ask what your standard is?" ”

Hornacek touched his chin and said, "Well, this one...... I think 35.25 seconds is a good choice. Oh yes, I'm talking about the time that includes my passes. Ye Feng felt okay in the first half of the sentence, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood: Daddy, right? Count 35 seconds as a dribble? What the hell is this speed? Can anyone really guarantee their shooting percentage at such a shooting rate? Whether others believe it or not, Ye Feng doesn't believe it anyway.

He said expectantly, "Do you think this time can be a little longer?" That's about the equivalent of throwing a ball a second, right? Hornacek looked at him helplessly and said, "This is for your own good, boy." It's rare for you to shoot a three-pointer in a second, but now you need to find the rhythm of that shot and improve some details, and I can't stay in LA for long, so I'm going to have to force you to mature in that way. Once you're able to get used to that kind of shooting speed, isn't that easy to do in the game? ”

Hornacek's words made Ye Feng completely dispel the idea of bargaining, and he resigned himself to picking up the basketball and starting to practice from the bottom corner. Most pitchers have a fairly high shooting percentage in the bottom corner, and Ye Feng is no exception, so in his opinion, he should get the easy ones done first, and then practice other more difficult shooting points.

"The take-off height should be low...... Pick the ball quickly with your hand...... You can't mess ...... your hands," Ye Feng muttered while throwing the basketball in his hand at the fastest speed in his life. The result did not surprise him, the basketball "clanged" on the basket and bounced directly behind the rebound.

"Damn! There are no rebounds, and if you dare to throw this kind of ball in the game, you will definitely be scolded to death by your teammates, what is the difference between this and directly handing over the ball to the opponent? Ye Feng muttered as he ran to the sidelines to pick up the ball. Of course, not scoring the first shot did not hit Ye Feng's confidence, he once again muttered those precautions, and at the same time threw the ball.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" If you don't score five goals in a row, even if you are as thick-skinned as Ye Feng, you can't help but blush, if your teammates at UCLA see that you, the three-point king of the team, have missed six three-pointers in a row, it would be strange if they didn't laugh to death! It wasn't until the seventh ball that the basketball that had already made Ye Feng feel a strong sense of frustration bounced a few times on the basket and fell into it with a bump.

"Whew!" Ye Feng took a breath, only to find that his forehead and back were covered with sweat. Not only because continuous fast shooting is physically demanding, but more importantly, Ye Feng's psychological pressure is very high, after all, he thought about fast shooting too simple from the beginning, and continuous shooting missed naturally became a burden on him.

Seeing Ye Feng's panting appearance, Hornacek was a little unbearable, and he said softly: "Ye, it's already very good that you can have such a result in your first practice, I think I shot more than a dozen shots in a row before I hit it." ”

Ye Feng shook his head very shamelessly, and said firmly: "Mr. Hornacek, I know you want to comfort me, but in my opinion, my performance can really only be described as bad, and I even feel ashamed of all the shooting training I conducted before." It may seem like I'm a bit whimsical, but the sooner I can master the fast shot, the sooner I can contribute to the team, so I have to improve my shooting speed in the shortest possible time! ”

Hornacek was stunned as if he saw the man standing across from him on the stage of the 1996-97 Finals, Michael Jordan. Ye Feng is still very immature compared to him, but both of them have the obsession to work hard to improve themselves, as well as the spirit of sacrifice to contribute to the team. And when he first entered the league, Jordan didn't have such an awareness, what he thought about the most was to score and score again, which also led to him not winning the Le'O'Brien Cup until his seventh season, in the final analysis, he was too self-centered when he was a rookie, and Ye Feng did much better than him in this regard.

Not noticing Hornacek's complicated expression at all, Ye Feng pursed his lips and continued to pick up the ball again and again, and threw the ball again and again. He is well aware that as the team's strongest shooter, he cannot have any weaknesses in shooting, at least not weaknesses that can be easily exploited by opponents. If the first time he heard Hornacek talk about teaching himself to shoot, he was a little dismissive, now he is completely ready to improve himself from Hornacek.

At sunset, a middle-aged man stood on the bottom line with his arms crossed and watched without saying a word, while a teenager repeated the process of picking up the ball, throwing the ball, picking up the ball again, and throwing the ball again and again, even though his jersey was completely soaked. Ye Feng completely forgot the time, forgot the exhaustion, forgot everything that happened around him, and only had the basket in his eyes.

This is the greatest hardship and happiness of being a pitcher!