The first goal was thrown, and the crowd in the stands immediately cheered and cheered, and the atmosphere became even more enthusiastic.

After just three minutes, Syracuse opened up the gap to Marquette University and took a nine-point lead at 12-3, which was already an exaggerated statistic in 35 seconds of offensive time. On the sidelines, Marquette University manager Tom Creen couldn't sit still anymore as if he had been poked in the ass, and quickly asked the referee for a timeout.

"Shet, how did you play?" As soon as the Marquette players got off the pitch, Coach Tom opened his mouth and said, "Didn't I tell you to pay attention to that damn number nine before the game?" Why did you let him break into our interior so easily? What about our defense? What about our aggressiveness? ”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over all the players, and everyone lowered their heads, only one of them holding his head high.

Coach Tom's eyes lit up, and then he spoke, "Jimmy, after a summer of training, I don't think you will easily let that Nine show off on our heads, right?" ”

"That's right, Coach! I was ready for it, I could strangle him! After Jimmy Butler was named by Tom, he stood up from the bench, revealing two thick black arms, and his granite-like biceps jumped, as if to show off its hideousness.

"OK, man, get ready to play!"

"One, two, three, kill Syracuse!" The stacked hands of the Marquette University fell heavily, and the morale immediately had a brief boost.

In fact, it's hard to stay calm when a dark person stands in front of you with a fierce look in his eyes.

Tang Wenlong immediately felt the pressure from this unattractive athlete, unlike the previous confrontation with Stephenson, this guy was like a dog skin plaster, or the most sticky and the best quality, and the vaguely revealed bandit temperament really seemed to be someone who owed him money.

It's really amazing, just a person who pops up casually has such strength. Tang Wenlong sighed secretly, but the small broken steps moved, and received Andy's ball outside the three-point line.

The two faced each other face to face, and they faced each other directly!!

The fanatical Syracuse fans waved the flag, and Tang Wenlong was engrossed, but he didn't know that there were already many Chinese fans in the stands who came to cheer for him, and they shouted: "Sudden him, sudden him, sudden him!" ”

"Bang bang," the basketball hit the floor one by one, and Tang Wenlong gradually leaned down, full of aggression.

Butler's mind was spinning fast, quickly comparing the advantages and disadvantages of the two, he looked at Tang Wenlong's slender figure and standard yellow skin, how to look at it doesn't look like the kind of player with huge power, and the speed that just broke out may exceed himself, so in terms of strength, he should have an absolute advantage.

So after he made up his mind, he immediately bullied forward and got closer and closer to Tang Wenlong.

Tang Wenlong squinted his eyes and saw this big man like a black iron tower bully, the curled explosion head seemed a little funny, but the evil aura revealed between the opening and closing of his eyes should definitely not be underestimated. And when his steel-like body hit Tang Wenlong's body, it actually made a loud "bang".

Both of them were stunned.

"This guy has a lot of strength!"

Immediately, the fighting spirit of the two was even more burning, after all, Tang Wenlong was only an eighteen-year-old young man, even if he had always behaved very old, it was inevitable that he would be a little hot at the moment.

The two men are entangled outside the three-point line, like two bulls in heat.

"Hurry up, there's no time!" Wesley Johnson came out of the inside pocket with his hands on his chest and made a catch-and-catch pose.

Tang Wenlong woke up in vain, "What am I doing?" It's a game, not a bullfight! ”

Immediately afterwards, Tang Wenlong's wrist flicked, and the basketball turned into a yellow light, and after bouncing on the floor, it was caught by Wesley Johnson, who forced a three-point shot and was iron.

Syracuse didn't grab the rebounds and retreated like a tidal wave.

Tang Wenlong looked at Jimmy Butler's gaze slightly unkindly, and Butler was even more fearless, he actually glared back, and the two of them stared at each other, and the tips of the needles were on Maimang.

After Marquette's morale improved, the offense became much more fluid, and Coach Tom Crane arranged a simple pick-and-roll screen tactic just after a timeout, and Lazar on the wing immediately got the opportunity to shoot a three-pointer, and decisively raised a three-pointer.

"Huh!" Hit.

Attacking and defending in rotation, Tang Wenlong advanced with the ball.

Although he hated it, he knew that he had indeed encountered a hard stubble, and this unattractive guy in front of him had very good defensive ability, and he felt very uncomfortable every time he held the ball under physical confrontation.

"Smack." The basketball quickly bounced off the floor twice, and Tang Wenlong switched to his left hand to control the ball.

Wesley pulled out to block with Tang Wenlong, and it was Lazar Hayward who defended Wesley.

However, Wesley Johnson's body is still too thin, and his effect in the blocking and dismantling is very average, only slightly delaying Butler's entanglement, and slightly separating the two who are stuck like kraft paste.

Just this glimmer of opportunity, for Tang Wenlong, is enough!

A gleam flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly accelerated! Lazar was experienced and immediately knew what Tang Wenlong wanted to do, and he roared angrily in his heart: "Don't think! The whole person moved sideways and blocked in front of Tang Wenlong without fear.

Tang Wenlong couldn't brake, and the two of them fell together, like a gourd rolling on the ground.

"Toot ~" The referee's whistle sounded, and after hesitating for a moment, he made a penalty gesture.

Block fouls!

"Hah!" Tang Wenlong grinned and reached out for Wesley Johnson to pull him up from the floor. He gradually became accustomed to the American style of play, with high-fives, roars, sweat and whistles, these common and unique elements make up the style of this league, and he feels the blood surging in his body more and more.

"Youth is a piece of passionate music!"

In the stands, a man sighed and took out a pen and wrote something in his notebook.

His name is Brandon Beal, a part-time scout from the 76ers in the NBA, and he can't help but sigh when he looks at the players who are full of youth and vitality who fight for every ball on the court.

Every NBA team has a lot of part-time scouts like him, and the NBA scouting reports from all over the world rely on the records of scouts like them in their notebooks.

Formal matches between two prestigious schools, like Marquette and Syracuse, attract the attention of a large number of NBA team scouts, and who can guarantee that there won't be one or two cornerstone-like figures?

Beal's scouting report has the names of all the players who played, and there were no names of substitutes who didn't play off the court. After all, he didn't know about these two teams before, and the player's report could only start from this game. He drew a red circle on Lazar Hayward at Marquette University, then a red circle on Wesley Johnson, Andy Rawstin at Syracuse University.

In the end, he seemed to hesitate, and after thinking about it, he still drew a red circle on Tang Wenlong's name.

"Well, the young man is quite aggressive, but it remains to be seen."

The competition has been in a state of anxiety, and Tang Wenlong has been conscientious in the position of organizer.

It wasn't until after the second half that Marquette University's physical strength declined, and his shooting percentage decreased, and he was hit several defensive counterattacks by Syracuse University in a row, and the score gradually became clear.

65-53, with two minutes left in the game, Syracuse University led by more than ten points and essentially declared the victory. Andy Rustin shot 6-of-8 from the field and became the brightest star of the game.

Butler walked off the field with a disapprehensive face, he already knew how to defend against the No. 9, but the No. 9 did not regain the violent breakthrough at the beginning, and the style of play became decent, which has given him no chance to compete with him again.

Tang Wenlong and his teammates walked off the field and received the cheers of the audience, and several Chinese fans in the stands shouted his name at him, making him turn around excitedly and wave his hands, which actually caused even louder cheers.

"Shet, isn't it just a fluke to win a game, it's like winning the championship!" Butler pursed his lips, looking at the 9 more and more unpleasantly