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Chapter 228 ["Square Inch Controversy"]

[Chapter [-] "The Battle of Square Inches"]

In fact, Sith is not a very good head coach, at least his methods in player training, in the eyes of these two boys, Wang Zhen and Song Feng, can only curl their lips.On the contrary, it was Xu Xuezhi who formulated a highly targeted training plan for the two of them, allowing them to use it in their daily training.

Speaking of it, it’s not surprising that Sith is incompetent. After all, he is only the coach of the University of Minnesota basketball team, a second-rate NCAA team. However, Xu Xuezhi not only has solid theoretical knowledge, but also has served as an assistant coach for many teams in the NBA. , While having a wealth of theoretical knowledge, he has also accumulated a lot of practical experience.

After experiencing the fierce battle of the Olympic men's basketball competition, Xu Xuezhi's coaching level is naturally not comparable to Sith.

At first, Sith was a little unhappy to see Wang Zhen and Song Feng doing additional training after completing the training tasks he assigned. He only learned about Wang Zhen and Song Feng's complete training through Smith. After the plan, the man who wanted to shave off his beard didn't say anything anymore, and even specially approved the two Chinese boys not to train according to his own arrangement in the future training, but to join in the training of the whole team. That's it.

With a relatively complete and strong lineup, the players of the University of Minnesota basketball team broke out with unprecedented enthusiasm in training.

Even in training, the heavy dunks of Bell and Winters sounded frequently, and the sound of "swish, swish" shooting was never decisive.

And the rigorous training attitude of the two most powerful Chinese boys in the team is always inspiring the fighting spirit of these American boys who are members of the basketball kingdom, and their competitive state is reflected in training. And the progress is amazing.

Heath and Smith, who see all this in their eyes, are full of expectations for the team's performance in the league this year, and have even begun to look forward to what kind of outstanding performance the University of Minnesota basketball team will have in the NCAA league this November. .

In order to strengthen the tacit understanding between the players, Sith even stipulated that the last training of the day will be an intra-team match, and the losing team will stay and be responsible for cleaning the basketball hall.

when--

The basketball flew out of Song Feng's hand near the baseline, but under the interference of captain Huo Huabo, it directly landed on the basket and bounced out.

"Don't go in!"

"Hahaha! They finally lost once! Great!"

"Captain, well done!"

Accompanied by a few sharp whistles, a burst of cheers rang out, and almost all the University of Minnesota players shouted excitedly.

Since the start of the daily rivalry in the team, the combination of Wang Zhen and Song Feng has never been dismantled under Sith's deliberate actions. It has not been taken apart.

At the same time, their combination has become the public enemy of everyone on the team!
Because the team they are on has never lost once. Among the fourteen players in the entire team, the other twelve have stayed to clean up after losing, but the two of them have never done so. How can the situation not arouse "public indignation"?
"Hey——" Song Feng shook his hands in frustration, looked at Wang Zhen with a wry smile and said, "No, it seems that we will stay here for the first time to take care of the cleaning."

Captain Huo Huabo, who successfully prevented Song Feng from making a shot at the last moment, walked over with a smile on his face: "Okay, okay! Song, I remember six or seven times you scored the ball at the last moment to win. , You missed this once, why are you so upset?... Wang, I will leave the hygiene of the basketball hall to you today!"

Huo Huabo led the seven players on the winning side, left the field arrogantly, and went to take a shower and change clothes, but Coach Sith stood on the sidelines without moving. Song Feng shouted: "Song, come here, I have a few words to tell you."

"Hey, here we come!" Song Feng quickly agreed.

These days, under the encouragement of Xiu Yulan and Wang Zhen, coupled with the help of the large language environment in the United States, Song Feng finally improved his oral English a lot through supplementary supplementation, especially in the aspect of listening. He doesn't need others to translate for him, and he can completely understand what other people say to him independently.

Quickly walking in front of Sith, Song Feng stood still and wiped the dripping sweat from his face before saying, "Coach, what do you want to say to me?"

Sith smiled slightly, turned around and grabbed a dry towel from the bench behind him: "Wipe off your sweat!"

"Oh!"

After receiving the towel, Song Feng gulped it down and wiped it all over his body.

"Well, the last goal just now is a bit of a pity!" Sith nodded and said: "If that goal is scored, you and Wang can continue to maintain the unbeaten record of your combination."

For the back line composed of two Chinese boys, it is really difficult for Sith to pick out any faults.Wang Zhen's calmness and calmness, Song Feng's fiery enthusiasm and passion, in the eyes of Sith, made him feel very fond of him. He even put Bell on their side, and the result was a one-sided team. In this situation, Wang Zhen and his side defeated Captain Huo Huabo's side almost effortlessly.

However, this also made Siss firm in his determination to combine Wang Zhen, Song Feng and Bell, the three freshmen, into the team's Iron Triangle.

Wang Zhen's instigation!

Song Feng's speed!
The strength of Bell!
Just thinking about it makes Sith's heart tremble, maybe an NCAA invincible combination was born!
More importantly, Sith felt that these three freshman boys could play together for at least two or three years, and they could form a super tacit understanding. The team was built with the three of them as the skeleton. It should be the most correct choice so far.

Because of this, in daily training, Sis paid the two Chinese boys and the black boy Bell much more attention than others.

"Yes!" Song Feng responded.

"Hehe, Song, have you ever thought that if the ball you just made was not a shot, but if you chose to shake Huo Huabo away, and then rushed directly to the basket along the baseline, would there be a different result? ?”

Song Feng replied without thinking: "Then I will rush behind the backboard..."

Speaking of this, Song Feng suddenly realized and shouted: "Ah, no! If I rush in, then Bell has only two choices, either let me go for a layup, or he will leave Douglas aside...... Sigh! Blame me! Blame me! Otherwise we would have won the ball! Damn, why didn’t I think of it at the time?”

Song Feng still spoke English at the front, and then switched to Chinese. Although Sith couldn't understand, he could guess what he was talking about by looking at the frustrated expression on Song Feng's face.

"Clap!"

Sith raised his hand and patted Song Feng's shoulder twice, and said with a smile: "It's okay, this is just an internal team match, we can learn from it, but don't let it become psychological pressure. "

Song Feng nodded silently.

"Ah, by the way, let me ask you a question." Sith looked at Song Feng seriously and said, "Who do you think is more difficult to defend, Jordan or Iverson?"

"Jordan!"

Song Feng couldn't help despising Sith in his heart, is this a problem?
How can Iverson's achievements be compared with Jordan's?
"Hehehehe...Really?" Sith shook his head with a smile on his face: "I think Iverson is even more difficult to guard against!"

"Ah!?" Song Feng didn't believe it at all.

Sith said with a smile: "If you recall carefully, how Jordan scored most of the time in the game, and how Iverson scored... Well, most of Jordan's scores were created by his teammates. One-on-one opportunities, drive or fade-away jumper to score points, right? ... How does Iverson score? Oh, he relies on a wide range of running, pulling, and then he can score, Right?"

Song Feng would nod every Sith question.

"So, in other words, Iverson's scoring method seems to take more effort than Jordan, right?"

"Yes!" Song Feng could only nod his head.

Sith suddenly changed the subject: "But do you know that in the American basketball circle, there was a saying that if Iverson's height was increased by another ten centimeters, he would become a player more impressive than Jordan. Players who feel terrible. This statement has been recognized by almost all basketball professionals."

Song Feng felt that Sith seemed to be telling him a story, so he couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

"Haha... You know, Iverson is only 1.8 meters tall! But in the NBA, he held up a sky of his own. He even became the shortest MVP in NBA history! You can imagine To achieve such a result, does he have to put in much more effort and sweat than Jordan, who is fifteen centimeters taller than him?"

Song Feng is no stranger to Iverson, and he even appreciates Iverson's skills, but he feels that as the core of the team, Iverson is not mature enough even after playing in the NBA for more than ten years.

However, Sith's words still made Song Feng think of a lot...

Maybe…………

"Answer" is really a player who is more difficult to guard against than "Flying Man"! ?

In Song Feng's heart, he already agreed with Coach Sith's words, but what did the bearded Sith want to say to him?

"Hey! It's a bit far away!" Seeing Song Feng's silence, Sith smiled knowingly: "Well, it seems that you agree with me now, right?"

"Yes!" Song Feng nodded: "I agree with you, Iverson is indeed more difficult to guard against than Jordan."

Sith nodded: "Since you agree with this, do you know why Iverson will be more terrifying than Jordan if he is ten centimeters taller?"

Shaking his head, Song Feng thought: How would I know this?

"Then... let me tell you!"

Sith's serious expression made Song Feng almost couldn't help laughing.

"Song, you must firmly remember what I say below. It may have a great impact on your future. Please listen to me carefully, okay?"

Song Feng responded quickly: "Oh! Okay!"

Sith nodded: "After a lot of research by experts, everyone agrees that the fundamental reason is that Iverson is better at using every inch of space on the court than Jordan! Listen clearly...it is every inch of space! "

Uh!
Every inch of space on the pitch! ?

every inch! ?

Suddenly, Song Feng had a feeling, as if he vaguely saw a door leading to a higher basketball level, which seemed to be slowly opening to him, but for a while, he couldn't exactly understand what it was. .

Sith glanced at Song Feng, then turned his head and left, letting the Chinese kid understand the meaning of those words, and how much he could learn from it all depended on the kid's comprehension.

"What's wrong? What did Coach Sith tell you?"

Song Feng, who was in a daze, suddenly heard a familiar voice sounding beside him, and then woke up suddenly, only to find that Coach Sith had gone somewhere long ago.

"Oh——Coach Heath told me that Iverson is better at using every inch of space on the court than Jordan. Wang Dazhen, do you understand what this means?"

Wang Zhen frowned, and after careful consideration, he suddenly understood the meaning of Sith's words.

Every inch of space! ?
Every inch......

Wang Zhen suddenly laughed: Coach Sith, what a good basketball coach!very good!

(End of this chapter)