If "well-trained" is the wealth left by Shen to the Daqing Oilfield team, then for such a team, there is actually another word that can be appropriately described, that is, "tactical dullness". Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The attack of the Daqing Oilfield team can be said to be meticulous and organized, but after two or three rounds. Their routine has been completely seen through by the Wen team. Tactics are supported by individual ability, and if you are facing a strong team, even if you find their attacking routine and predict how they will play next, you will still have nothing to do.

But the Daqing Oilfield team is different, as soon as their routine is seen through by the Wen Yi team, it is almost difficult. The Daqing Oilfield Team is like a wall, and the attack is to push the position of the Wen First Team as a whole. However, the defensive range of the Wen 1st team is very small, and the oilfield team will encounter greater difficulties if they do not take a step forward.

After a few fruitless attempts to break through, the time to attack was almost up. The Oilfield team had to end the round with an unbelievable shot.

The ball hit the basket and bounced out, and the ball bounced high and far. Several big men on the inside couldn't jump very high in the entanglement, and the rebound was received by Yang Fan in his arms.

Yang Fan, who got the ball, immediately dribbled and launched a fast attack, and Jackson and Ah Jun had already run past half court. The speed of the opposing defender's retreat was not fast, and the front court formed a 3-on-2 situation.

Jackson was the fastest and had almost run into the penalty area, Yang Fan glanced at the position of the defender in the frontcourt, there were about two defenders in the straight line between him and Jackson, although Jackson's position was good, but the pass was too risky.

Seeing that Yang Fan did not pass the ball, Jackson quickly ran to the left-hand side, trying to pull away the defenders and relieve Yang Fan of the pressure. He stood next to the three-point line, waiting for Yang Fan's next move.

Yang Fan didn't have any intention of slowing down or passing, and went straight to the basket. The two defenders of the Oilfield team in the front court gave up on Jackson and Ah Jun and pounced directly. Their intention is obvious, that is, they want to foul Yang Fan before he makes a layup. A foul was used to offset the almost inevitable two points this time.

Yang Fan saw that he was about to bump into the player opposite, and suddenly turned his head to look at Jackson. Jackson was so well positioned, completely unguarded, and with his touch, the ball was almost a three-pointer if it was passed.

Yang Fan slapped the ball hard, and the ball bounced high to Yang Fan's waist, Yang Fan did not continue to control the ball, but hit it with the back of his hand. The ball didn't go to Jackson on the left, but to the right.

Yang Fan was afraid that the defenders would foul him, and the moment the ball was hit, he made a sharp stop and stood firm.

The defenders were all attracted by Yang Fan's turn just now, and both players looked at Jackson in unison, and no one noticed Ah Jun who burst up from the right.

Ah Jun almost reached the three-point line at the same time as the ball, and with the inertia of sprinting all the way, Ah Jun took three steps directly into the basket after receiving the ball.

The defenders of the Oilfields reacted and immediately pounced on them, wanting to foul early. It's a pity that in this lightning flash, Ah Jun has already completed the second step, and grabbed the third step in advance before the defender pounced, and then jumped.

The referee's whistle sounded, but the defender still gave a heavy hand, and Ah Jun was thrown to the ground and pressed tightly under the defender.

The ball was still shot, Yang Fan and Jackson didn't care whether the ball could be scored or not, and they both ran to Ah Jun.

A few more hurried whistles.

Could it be that a technical foul was to be awarded, Yang Fan glanced back at the referee. The referee made a gesture to signal the oil field team to interfere with the ball, and the goal was valid. Yang Fan didn't see what was going on just now, but saw the No. 10 of the Oilfield team holding the ball with one hand and gesturing to the referee.

The referee gestured at him and motioned for him to stop talking. No. 10 threw the ball to the ground, frowning and spreading his hands.

Yang Fan and Jackson each stretched out a hand and pulled Ah Jun up from the ground. After Ah Jun stood up, he twisted his waist, signaled to Yang Fan that he was fine, and then walked to the free throw line.

Ah Jun's free throws were very solid, and he sent the ball out with almost no preparation, and it was another point.

The Daqing Oilfield team did not call a timeout, and the game continued. But their offense and defense did not improve, and the score was slowly pulled away before they knew it.

At the end of the second quarter with 3 minutes and 15 seconds left, Yang Fan subconsciously glanced at the LCD scoreboard. The Wen 1 team has already taken a 60-32 lead. This score scared Yang Fan, and he didn't expect to be so far ahead.

Coach Zheng had no intention of replacing the main team, except for being afraid that Ah Jun would be injured and replacing him in advance to rest, the other starters stayed on the field.

There is almost no suspense in this game, Yang Fan has no desire to score, even if there is a chance to score, he is willing to pass the ball out.

However, Jackson is still alive, and he will not let go of any opportunity to perform, with both hands and one hand, and difficult layups. He did almost everything he could.

At the end of the first half, the Wen team had scored 70 points, while the Oilfield team still scored only 32 points.

When the half-time whistle finally blew, Jackson was so excited that he trotted all the way to the assistant coach and then grunted a bunch of words.

The assistant coach didn't know much English and looked at the translator blankly.

'He asked him how many points he scored in the first half. Translated by the assistant coach. The assistant coach looked at the scoresheet in his hand: "28!" ”

The translator translated Jackson again, and Jackson nodded quickly, still talking excitedly.

In the locker room, Coach Zheng thought for a long time and didn't know what to say. In the face of such a score, he didn't seem to have any tactics to arrange, but he just said a few shortcomings. Then let the players rest and drink water.

The players have already discussed where to go to play in the evening, and several veteran players seem to be familiar with the Daqing team and recommend a few interesting places to play.

Yang Fan sat on a stool, with a towel draped over his head in a daze. The assistant coach walked over and patted him on the back: "You played well today, the number of assists has reached 7, I don't know if you can play a double today." ”

Yang Fan glanced up at him and rubbed his nose with his fingers: "Then it depends on Coach Zheng." ”

"That's right, I see that the other children feel good today, so Lao Zheng can stop you."

Yang Fan laughed a few times, and then shouted at Coach Zheng: "Coach, will you?" ”

"Fart! You're just lucky in the first half, and you can hit your teammates with a few throws. In the second half you go up and try again. If you don't have 10 assists, you don't want to get fat! ”