The Whip of the God of Basketball

After the opening ceremony, the game started punctually at 7 o'clock in the evening. When Bucks center Tim Thomas and Celtics center Mark Blunt competed in the center circle, a small burst of audience broke out. cheer. For more than a hundred days, the NBA died down. For those fans, this jump ball meant a new start, and the new season had finally arrived.

Leon sat on the sidelines hearing the cheers and took a deep breath. This atmosphere made him a little excited. He recalled the feeling of watching football in the garden square when he was a child, although the atmosphere at that time was 100% crazier than it is now. However, the parquet floor of TD North Shore Garden still retains the taste of the year.

"How do you feel, is it completely different from in the summer league?" O'Brien, who was sitting next to Leon, asked Leon in a low voice. O'Brien was the Celtics' interim head coach in the summer league. , Leon was sitting next to him doing data logging.

"Yes, it feels a little hot. I don't like the tie around my neck. And it's too noisy. It's harder to concentrate than in the training hall." Leon said as he pulled the bow tie around his neck. He didn't like to wear it. tie.

　　 "Just get used to it. Sitting on the bench in the NBA is a chore. It tests your concentration, patience and butt... Oh, what is Rodman doing." O'Brien's attention returned to the court.

Leon turned his head and saw that the ball went out of the sideline. A Celtic pass was destroyed by a Bucks player. Rodman took the ball and served the sideline. As a result, he held the ball and chatted with a little **** the sideline. In heaven, when the referee was about to blow the violation for five seconds, he passed the ball again, and then continued to chat with the little girl.

In the end, Rodman shook hands with the little girl before returning to the court, and Kenny Anderson had already thrown the ball in his hand, and with a "click", the ball hit the left side of the basket, Tim Thomas Grab a backboard.

Leon looked at and shook his head. Kenny Anderson's state is really not very good. This 1970-born point guard is just in his early thirties and is the most experienced player with the strongest contribution to the number one position. Time, but the premise is that he has to cherish his body so that he can still use the parts for ten years in the league.

　　 Obviously Kenny Anderson is not such a restrained guy.

　　 The Bucks have launched an offensive and defensive conversion attack. They are advancing quickly. The defender is facing Kenny Anderson against Sam Cassell, a very ugly but very powerful player.

He received the ball from Thomas and dribbled it quickly for half the time. Leon sat on the sidelines and could see that this guy was fast, and the advancing line was very tricky. He moved forward in front of Blunt who returned to defense and used Blunt. It hindered Kenny Anderson's pursuit-and Anderson didn't plan to defend well.

As soon as Cassell approached the three-point line, slowed down, protected the ball, and hit Kenny Anderson behind him with his butt. He had completely lost his defensive position. Sam Cassell pushed Anderson to the left free throw line. Shot near the mid-range.

　　 "Beautiful shots, great rhythm control... Kenny's state is worrying, I don't know if he has been to a nightclub recently." O'Brien said, looking at Cassel's attack, scratching his head.

　　 is also a direct attack by the point guard. Anderson completely forced the shot. Before the ball left his fingertips, Leon knew that it was impossible to score. And Cassell was not slow, watching the running position of his teammates, while using his body to create shooting space for himself, easily hit two points, enough to see the gap between the two people in state.

　　 Leon didn't take O'Brien's words, but he knew that Kenny Anderson's energy had been focused on the divorce lawsuit with his wife recently, and it seemed that he would not have the extra energy to go to nightclubs and sing songs. But obviously, he did not train very hard in the summer. For professional players, the state of the new game is directly proportional to the amount of sweat you shed in the summer.

After three rounds, the Celtics played in a mess. Rodman didn't know what he was thinking. Although he didn't find anyone to chat, his attention was obviously not on the game, but kept on. Winked at the audience.

　　 Anderson has no game state. After trying a mid-range jumper, he gave up the initiative to attack. It seems that he himself knows his state is not good. In comparison, the Bucks’ guard line is in good condition. Sam Cassell, the point guard who won the championship with the team as soon as he entered the league in 1994, has a natural old-fashioned temperament without Anderson’s gorgeous dribble. And breakthroughs, some are just cool points and cunning shooting options.

When the first quarter of the game reached two minutes and twenty-six seconds, Cassel dribbled the ball slowly after a pick-and-roll, and then a wide pass transferred the ball to Ray Allen in the corner. Ray Allen The hand raised the knife and fell, hitting a three-pointer. The score became 9:2 and the Bucks led by 7 points.

　　 "It's fast and steady." Leonto looked at Ray Allen's three-point shot with his chin, and thought in his heart.

This is the crispest three-point shooter he has seen so far. The average calf provides stable and sufficient elasticity. The strong abdominal muscles and deltoids are like a chassis and a tripod, making the ball in his hand as sharp as a knife. Insert into the center of the opponent's position.

Leon opened his notebook and sketched on a blank page Ray Allen's basic posture when shooting with dots and lines, and then pointed out a few key points of force. In the past, he was only watching videos, but now he can get close. Observing Ray Allen's shot, Leon wanted to use his own eyes to reveal the secret.

O'Brien can't sit still anymore. He starts to stand up from the bench. He doesn't want to call a timeout. The preseason requires more time for the players to adapt and adjust, but the players are in poor condition. He needs to remind they.

　　 But O'Brien opened his mouth and realized that he couldn't speak loudly, his throat was swollen like a walnut. He licked his lips, pointed at Vogel who was sitting off the court, and said to his ear: "Tell them to run, pay attention to the defense, press the defense to fight out."

　　 The Celtics are lazy on the court, which is something that the Pitino team shouldn't have. The full-court press is one of his team building goals.

Vogel looks a little nervous. Although he loves basketball, not everyone can yell at the court like a head coach. Especially in such a formal venue, you need to get rid of distractions like a high school. Like the coach, he taught those stars worth millions and tens of millions.

"Run, strengthen the defense, press the whole court, speed up your speed, don't be lazy." Vogel shouted at the court with a louder voice, but in a noisy stadium, such a voice And the tone is like a mud cow into the sea. The players on the court ignored him, what to do or what to do.

After Vogel shouted, he looked back at O'Brien. He looked like a child had messed up the task assigned to him by the teacher. He pressed his lips tightly and frowned. O'Brien shook his head. Signaled him to go back to the bench and sit down.

O'Brien hooked his hand to Leon again. Leon was still studying Ray Allen's shooting posture, but he still saw O'Brien's gesture from the corner of his eye. He closed his notebook and went straight. Walked to the sidelines.

　　 O'Brien hooked his shoulders and bit his ears at him and said: "Tell them to run, pay attention to the defense, press the defense to fight."

　　 Leon looked at O'Brien and said to him: "They can't listen. How can I shout on the sidelines and let them play a pressing defense, I can at best let them play the starting point."

　　 "Okay, let them get up and running, if you can do it." O'Brien's voice became smaller and smaller, and his throat couldn't bear it.

　　 Leon walked closer to the sideline. He was majestic, standing with his arms crossed. Although he was only a small man in the giant NBA, he looked like an old coach in aura.

He did not scream at the players in a hurry, but paid attention to the situation on the court. This time it was the Celtics attacking. The ball was in Walker's hands. He was facing the Bucks' leader at 45 degrees with his back on his right side. Star Glenn Robinson, this is a face-to-face confrontation between the two teams.

Leon knew that the players should not be vocal at this time, but the players should be allowed to deal with the situation. Walker also felt that he needed a shot of invigorating when he came out to swim, so he clung to Robinson~www.NovelMTL.com~ and suddenly turned around after two trials. Killed the rim with a sensitive small step, then withstood Tim Thomas' defense and forced the ball into the basket.

"Yes!" Leon yelled, clenching his fist, then he put **** of his right hand in his mouth and blew a loud whistle, and then shouted: "Run! My-boys, Run! (Run guys!)

Encouraged by Walker’s successful layup, but also awakened by Leon’s whistles and slogans from the sidelines, it seemed that the players had just begun to adapt to the game. The players became active all of a sudden and began to be crazy about the Bucks. The audience pressed hard.

This made the Bucks very uncomfortable. Kassel passed the half-court hard, but Dennis Rodman took the pass. Rodman was like a galloping Mustang, with two long legs. With green hair, he dribbles the ball towards the empty half and dribbles fast.

When Rodman easily dunked the ball into the basket, the TD North Shore Garden Arena finally began to become a little hot and reached a small climax. Some fans wearing Rodman No. 71 fans began to wave everything they could. .

After the goal, Rodman held his head up and ran back with his unique running posture. When he ran near the Celtics coaching bench, Leon extended his left hand and Rodman used it tacitly. His left hand struck him, there was no extra movement, no eyes even looking at each other, it seemed to have been together for more than ten years.

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