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Chapter 76 I use my hands to achieve your dreams

"Have you remembered all three changes in this tactic?" Coach Jim looked at Davis after drawing the tactic board.

"Remember." Davis nodded.

Thanks to the accumulation of his previous life, DiWeese can basically understand this kind of university-level tactics.

"Okay then, you're ready to play."

At this time, the things Johnson explained were also brought.

"Here, little Michael, take this." Johnson came over and handed Davis a black, round thing with two hoods.

Davis was shocked.

"Erwin, what are you doing?"

"Bring this, come." Johnson's smile was endlessly wretched.

"..."

DeWeese had no choice but to put on the black eye patch helplessly.

After putting it on, Davis found that the blindfold was obviously specially ordered by Johnson. It was not the kind where the eyes were completely dark and could not see anything. Instead, it had some vision slightly, but it was very dim, similar to the feeling of playing in a stadium with no lights on at night.

After getting used to the blindfold, DeWeese looked at Johnson.

"Erwin, you mean to let me play with this blindfold?"

"Yes, you can just fight."

The two teams were ready soon. Coach Jim deliberately mixed the players into the teams that were divided later, in order to make the difference in average strength as possible.

The Davis team served first, and Davis slowly walked to the front court with the ball.

He stretched out three fingers, meaning to play the No. [-] tactic, which was arranged by Coach Jim, which was the tactic that Coach Jim taught him just now.

"Hey, go up and get him! Don't let him get so comfortable with the ball!"

Johnson suddenly yelled from the sidelines.

The opposing point guard immediately rushed up.

It took only a simple bad luck for DeWeese to get past the press.

However, when it came to the frontcourt, DeWeese was numb in an instant.

Because he couldn't even tell the difference between his opponents and his teammates, he only saw black shadows dangling in front of his eyes.

According to the tactical arrangement, he should pass the ball to the person who came up to respond.

"Which...is one of our own?" Davis was in a hurry, and finally tried to pass the ball to the person who was most like his teammate.

And that person, living up to expectations, received the pass and went directly behind Davis.

Davis had black lines all over his face, and the first pass passed directly to the opposite player.

The players and coaches beside them laughed together.

"MOP! MOP! MOP!" Even the players watching the game shouted the slogan of MOP.

"I don't believe it anymore, come again!" Davis continued to catch the ball and lead it forward.

This time, the point guard on the opposite side no longer steals, but comes up and sticks tightly to DeWeese.

"It's so difficult!" Davis complained silently.

He saw an opportunity, the one struggling to move must be one of his own!
Davis quickly dribbled twice, a large crossover dodged the defender, and then made a fake pass, and finally gave the ball directly to the target he was looking for.

However, the person receiving the ball seemed unprepared, and the ball went straight out of the touchline.

This time, Coach Jim stopped the game directly.

"Sven! Run according to tactics! Just like normal tactical training!" He criticized the player who missed the ball.

At the same time, Johnson also spoke.

"Good pass, Michael, it's not your fault."

Davis nodded and let out a sigh of relief.

It's fine if it's not my pot. . .

On the defensive end, DeWeese felt a little better. He just had to follow his opponent, and he had memorized his opponent's figure.

However, he can only do this step, because following his opponent has consumed almost all of his energy, and he can't spare the energy to observe the running and defense of the whole team.

After a few steps, he bumped into the player who came out of the pick-and-roll.

And his opponent player easily got an open opportunity and made a mid-range shot.

DeWeese was extremely upset when he ran into walls at both ends of the offense and defense. Since his rebirth, he has never encountered a situation on the court that he could not solve. But today's situation made him feel like he was blind. He was worse than a beginner.

"Ah...it seems like I'm blind now..." Davis thought for a while, and a ball suddenly hit him in the face.

"careful!"

DeWeese was almost knocked down, but he managed to control the basketball just in time, before the opposing point guard snatched the ball away.

While getting rid of the opponent's press, Davis walked hard to the frontcourt.

"Well, the basic skills are very solid. Even if you are blindfolded, there is no problem with dribbling." Johnson watched from the sidelines and nodded.

After arriving in the frontcourt, Davis dribbled the ball on the spot, thinking about all the details of the tactics taught to him just now in his mind.

"If the movement is strictly in accordance with the tactics, now, it should be..."

Davis suddenly turned his back to control the ball, and made a gesture to push it in. When the opponent quickly stuck up to prevent him from entering the inside, his hand holding the ball stopped suddenly, and then passed it from the back of his head to another direction.

"Strike!" Johnson blurted out.

DeWeese's passing route is exactly what he thought.

The player who received the ball was obviously stunned. In the tactics, he is the last terminal, but because of his strict running position, he has already got an open space.

But just when he was thinking that the ball should not be passed to me, the ball suddenly flew towards him.

Subconsciously catching the ball, he froze for a moment, then saw that there were no guards on his left and right, he was shocked, and quickly took off to shoot.

"Nice job! Michael!"

After initially adapting to such conditions, Davis' performance gradually improved.

He began to handle the ball, pass the ball, and guide the run like a normal college point guard.

Although there are still some mistakes from time to time, the tactics have been firmly remembered in his heart, and the mistakes are becoming less and less.

Off the court, Johnson's eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

"Maybe, my passing vision, it may not be true that someone can pass it on."

In the end, Davis even put on a blindfold and started to try to break through. Taking advantage of the opponent's inattention, he dribbled the ball into the inside at high speed, and then when the inside player jumped up to block the shot, he slammed the ball to his teammate under the basket in an extremely aggressive manner.

The teammate jumped high and ended the attack with a two-handed dunk.

The performance of Davis has aroused the admiration of the audience.

"It's so beautiful Michael, I can't believe it was passed blindfolded."

Johnson stopped the game directly.

"Okay, DeWeese, the preliminary test is over, we can start the next one."

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