Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 79 Blackjack roulette game!

After the third quarter, the Utah Jazz, who had just woken up from a dream, were stunned. The fans hugged their heads and couldn't believe what happened before them. The expression of loss was beyond words...

93 to 74, many watched the second quarter, the person who just cut the table rubbed his eyes and shouted loudly: "Damn! Did the screen make a mistake?"

Red team logo 88, blue JAZZ74.

Then look at Deron, who was sitting on the sidelines, and Boozer, who was stunned, and then he was sure...

The Rockets were smiling, and OJ-Mayo kept making shots and chatted happily with Martin...

屏幕打出一行数据统计，OJ梅奥15分7个篮板8个助攻，马丁22分3分球9中5，然后是一片三分球挂1，挂2的名字…

This is the first time that Ron has used his magic to dominate the game...

In fact, it can't be said to be a master...

Of course, there is a certain element of luck in it... Today I have a day that feels very smooth...

But what he saw more was that behind the arrogance and arrogance of the people of Salt Lake City, there was only a precarious skeleton that was about to fall apart...

...

Back from the halftime break, the Salt Lake City fans still used their proud boos to render the entire horrible atmosphere of hell, Devil Energy Solution Center, many people hope to see the Rockets being resolved to pieces here...

At 58:56, the runaway Kevin Martin did not appear in the starting lineup. Both the Jazz and the Rockets adopted the configuration at the beginning of the first quarter.

This is a game between 13/23 and 23/14. Although the Rockets have back-to-back two-game winning streak at home, and the Jazz have won a wave of 4 consecutive losses in four road trips, no one is optimistic that the Rockets will be able to retreat unscathed.

They have the All-Star post-80s point guard Jiao Chu Delong, they have the best power forward Boozer in Salt Lake City since Malone, and they also have a defensive system known as iron and blood.

It may have fallen into the rhythm of attacking the Rockets at the end of the first half, and was even disrupted by Martin's sudden runaway, but no one thought it would last long, and all of this was fulfilled in the opening game.

Still a pick and roll!
Still facing the Rockets who are least able to prevent pick-and-rolls!

When Deron pressed the rhythm again and dragged the Rockets into the battle, he was negligent on the entire court. The jumper after the pick-and-roll, or Boozer's dunk, seemed to be easier to score than to pick something out.

All of a sudden, Deron found that after he crossed Lowry's barrier, Mayo and Ariza always came to delay him. It was in this rare moment that the person who had just broken through quickly returned to him.

False cast true pass...

Boozer's high jumper, the posture is never so beautiful, but the hit is always so awesome.

The Argentine Scola, who has no natural wingspan, is not sure whether he is shooting or rushing...

It's just that when he raised his hand symbolically to cover up, he suddenly ran to the other side of the field!
Swish!
The moment the scoreboard flipped, the Rockets' 3-line fast break had already passed halftime!
Lowry flew towards the Jazz with the ball, and the Jazz didn't even stand still!

So fast!Even Scola is involved in the attack!

Scola turned back to catch the ball, the ball turned with his body to the front of the defender, squeezed into the paint area with his body, and then turned around Boozer, an excellent post, and hit a small hook at the basket.

Hit Boozer for a shaky footing.

Although the scene was awe-inspiring, even though the announcer was listlessly chanting the name of the Argentine, it was still a real 2 points!
its not right!
Sloan looked at the expressionless Adelman in puzzlement...

This isn't Princeton, the ball doesn't go through everyone's hands, and no one runs through it...

It's like bombarding again...

Are they completely undefended, forcing us to speed up?

The old coach waved his hand, the Jazz changed their formation first, and the three-point shooter Korver once again replaced Brewer, who had no offensive ability.

Well, you are not afraid of losing 2 points, but you are afraid of losing 3 points.

Korver floats on the wing, Okur slips to the baseline every now and then...

When Deron blocked the two perfectly after Boozer once, he pocketed a 3-pointer from an open space, and soon it was too late to celebrate the overtake score, and the Jazz quickly returned to defense.

"Take-care!" When the old coach shouted loudly from the sidelines, vigilance, be careful, etc., the Rockets slowed down.

Still Scola raised the high post, but Kyle Lowry passed the ball to Mayo who was asking for the ball...

The Jazz also suffered in the first half, using Kirilenko to stare at Mayo. The Russian is quick-witted and alert, and the point is that his arms are slender. Many times Mayo used breakthroughs to throw him halfway away, but he found a pair of big hands dangling on his forehead.

It's just that the ball was suddenly distributed to Lowry who cut in the air, and the small steel gun sent the ball into the net against Okur...

"Don't worry about Hayes! Even if you drag me, you will drag me down to that guy!"

Sloan was in a hurry.

It's still pressing the rhythm, and it's another sudden score after the pick-and-roll!

Big center Okur's three-pointer was accurate and ruthless. When he got into the net, the basket trembled a few times. With two three-pointers, the Jazz took the lead in turn!
Turning around, Okur dragged Lowry down from the air mercilessly, and the old coach Sloan nodded solemnly.

It's just that when the situation on the field is very good, the old man who has experienced many battles suddenly feels an indescribable sense of depression.

He found that from the beginning until now, there was no expression on the Rockets players' faces at all.

Seems like a matter of course...

Take it for granted?They don't want to win?
In a corner of the court that is hard to be captured by the camera, a frivolous smile loomed on Ron's face...

Back to the moment before the halftime break!
"We can't compete with them by conventional methods...Well, to be honest, what do you think is our chance of winning the game?" In a corner of the visiting team's locker room, Mayo and Mr. Adelman were bothered by straight-to-the-point questions under Ron's sharp eyes...

"6%!" Mayo swears with a biting face...

"Huh? Are you sure these 10 minutes of rest time can replenish the energy you spent on the carnival last night?" Ron sneered and retorted.

"Okay! 5%!" Mayo shrugged, with an expression of resignation.

"..." Ron stopped talking, and just looked at Mr. Adelman who had been guessing for a long time.

"4%, I think if Kevin can still play in the competitive state of the second quarter..." The old man was thinking, and he had a guilty conscience...

"Hmph, if... there is no if! This is competitive sports! Everything is based on facts. Just now, the Jazz, who were pampered and spoiled at home, just took a nap. Can you guarantee that they won't use Ronnie Brewer or Kirilenko to defend Martin next time? Can you guarantee that they won't call a timeout immediately? How dare you..."

After talking about many uncertain factors, Ron sighed deeply: "Listen, gentlemen, I don't want to undermine my confidence to boost the prestige of others, but if my analysis is correct... there are only so many chances of us getting out of here..."

He only stretched out two fingers, and the two people beside him were slightly shocked, but they couldn't find any room to refute...

"Then we rushed to Salt Lake City non-stop after only one day's rest after the extremely difficult back-to-back games at home - a city with tens of thousands of bastard fans, and their acrimonious greetings are always disturbing our play.

Ron withdrew his two fingers and made a fist directly.

"Unfortunately, if we follow our model, the probability of winning is 0."

Mayo sighed unceasingly, and his face was a little resentful; Mr. Adelman was much more rational, and his brows were tightly frowned. Maybe Ron's answer was actually the same as his worst case.

Ron lowered his head pretending to be deep, and when he raised it again, his eyes showed a jaw-dropping light.

"You..." Seeing that the two were a little scared for a while, Ron smiled to ease the atmosphere: "Do you dare to take a gamble?"

"Gambling?" The two murmured with different moods at the same time.

"That's right~ It's like a blackjack roulette game... We are an away game, and the dealer has all the opportunities... The dealer starts at 21 points, and it is impossible to ask for cards... But we are at 20 points... According to the normal pattern, we will definitely lose...The problem is..."

Ron is quite like a gambler wandering around at this time.

"The question is... do we dare to bet on the last card..."

"19 points meet 20 points? That is to say, you compare us to 19 points and the Jazz to 20 points?" Mayo was surprised.

"That's right!" Ron continued: "This is the situation right now... I think if it were me, I would lose by 1 point, and I would lose if I exceeded 21 points, so why don't we bet on the last card? Who can guarantee that the last card will not be a 2?"

"I bet!" Ron stretched out his hand and looked at Adelman with a smile. In fact, these were mainly for the old man.

Mayo also glanced at Adelman. He has not been on business with the old man for too long, and there is no deep relationship.

"..." Adelman was silent for a long time and finally opened his mouth: "God, I don't know if I'm crazy, to waste so much time listening to you talking about casino card skills here..."

He spread his hands...

"Okay, since you've wasted so much time..."

Old men like to put on a show... Ron chuckled to himself.

"Listen, don't think about the offensive and defensive gains and losses of a round... the overall victory is the most important thing! Let's not delay with them, they play against the rhythm, and will definitely use physical confrontation in the process of running to increase our physical energy consumption...so...'don't worry about defense'!"

Ron concentrated his attention, and the more he spoke, the more energetic he said: "That's right! We fight and run! I also noticed that, handsome, you took them to practice running and bombing!"

"We need to increase the number of offensive and defensive rounds per minute! If they intend to use the 'quality' of offense and defense in each round to win, we will drag them into a game where the outcome is determined by 'quantity'!"

"We will definitely fall behind in the early stage, but if the enemy has not tasted the sweetness, they will not fall into the trap! But as long as they enter our bet... a game that must be lost is full of suspense!"

"I know, running and bombing in the plateau area seems to be a crazy thing for us who have exhausted our physical energy... Then..."

Ron opened his mouth: "We will decide the winner in the third quarter!"

The remaining two were dumbfounded, as if they were listening to the Arabian Nights...

"Then...then our winning percentage...what will it be? A deck of poker has 4 2s, in addition to the 4 poker cards that have already appeared, there are 46 poker cards..." Mayo's head is too big, which makes Ron a little interested...

"Don't count 5%!"

"What!" The two almost jumped out of their eyes.

Ron chuckled: "Why not? From the point of view of the blackjack roulette, it is either '21' or not '2'! But from the point of view of the game, running and bombing will either be beaten into a pig's head, or others will be beaten into a pig's head!...It's that simple!"

"But, why are you so confident? You said that to pull the Utahs into the whirlwind, we have to give them a taste of the sweetness before...then why we can turn it back? Why don't we go down because of fatigue?"

The old man's question hit the nail on the head. He himself is even more unwilling to compare a game with a blackjack game. Compared with a big rout, he would rather lose decently...

It's just that Ron's frivolous smile is always hanging on that unfathomable face...

"Why?"

Under the surprised eyes of the two, he stretched out 3 fingers...

At that moment, it was a bit like the aura of a gambler at the final showdown...

His eyes are always filled with an irresistible charm...

"By this!"

Three-point-Rain! (Three minutes of rain!)
　A wonderful chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)