pinnacle of basketball

Chapter 432 "Young Marshal" Rondo

"I now announce that I will officially step down as the head coach of the Miami Heat, and Mr. Rajon Rondo will take over as the team's head coach." When Scola announced this decision, the occasion was casual, the tone was casual, and the atmosphere was casual, as if he was talking with everyone.

For this decision, the players' reaction was even more calm, without the slightest disturbance, because everyone knew that Scola would step down as head coach sooner or later, and it is definitely a good thing to retreat when the team's record ranks first in the league.

Although Scola no longer serves as the team's head coach, but he will not leave Miami, he will continue to move forward with the Heat in another capacity.

For the host of the head coach, La Jian Rondo players are somewhat surprised. His ability is undoubted, but after all, he was just an assistant coach after all, and his horrible team scored more in the team's strong strength, so his coaching ability has always been questioned by the outside world. After all The team, and his past records are also based on the existing complete system, and as a head coach, he needs to build his own tactical system.

After leaving Los Angeles and Dallas, Rajon Rondo still has a few percent of his skills, which puts a big question mark in the players' minds.

Seeing the questioning expressions on the faces of the team members, Rondo could see what they were thinking at a glance, so he thought in his heart if he would give them a blow.

"Everyone welcomes the new head coach." Wade, as the team's top star, took the lead in welcoming Rondo to join. His father, Wade Sr., had been teammates with Rondo for a period of time, so he did not have any recognition or doubts about Uncle Rondo's ability.

The Heat's role players also catered sparsely, but their faces showed reluctance.

"It seems that you are not convinced." Rondo has already figured out how to "tune" these players.

There was no response from the team, or perhaps a silent response.

"It doesn't matter, how about we play a game. If I lose, I will leave the team, but if you lose, you will obey me obediently in the future." Rondo vowed to establish a "bet".

Hearing this, the players' interest was immediately aroused, "How to fight?"

"It's very simple, the confrontation between the main force and the substitute." Rondo said slowly.

This confrontation caused a lot of discussion. The match between the main force and the substitutes was obviously a coach without any suspense. Wade, Barrett, and Mu Chenfeng could pick any one at random and it would be enough for the substitutes to drink a pot. The team members felt that Rondo could not afford to lose, so they established such a confrontational condition.

"Don't get me wrong, I mean I will guide the bench players to fight against your main players." Rondo added.

In an instant, the arena was bustling again. The conditions of the match sounded very interesting. A game with an all-main lineup and an all-substitute lineup, no matter in terms of talent or strength, was obviously not a confrontation at the same level, but Rondo would be so confident.

"Is this really possible?" Wade was a little anxious. He was very aware of the gap between the Heat's main players and the substitute players, so he came to Scola, hoping that he could stop this "unnecessary" game.

"It sounds interesting, but I really want to see it." Unexpectedly, Scola didn't intend to stop it, but was aroused to watch the game. He wanted to see how Rondo turned his touch into gold, leading a group of substitutes to fight against the main players.

"Then it's settled, and I hope all of us can go all out." Rondo finally added, leading his bench to the other side of the court.

"How do we play this game?" The substitutes muttered as they walked, the huge disparity in strength made them discouraged before the game even started.

"There are games, as long as you listen to me." Rondo said softly, "Don't you want to win them?" Rondo tried to stimulate the players' desire to compete.

"Of course I thought about it, but..."

"No, but, let's beat them in this game." Rondo skillfully picked up the tactical board on the chair, and skillfully drew a few tactics on it.

"Is this really possible?" The team members glanced at the tactics on the tactics board, and were a little confused for a moment. The tactics are easy to understand and can be understood at a glance, but it is difficult to execute.

"I believe in you." Rondo patted each player on the bottom as a sign of encouragement.

"Can we really do it?" The players walked into the stadium with self-doubt. Opposite them was the five main players of the Heat. This kind of confrontation lineup had never been seen in the usual training games. In the previous training games, the strength of the lineup would be evenly divided, and they were all main + substitute confrontation lineups. Today, the gap in lineup strength is so great that they even doubt whether they can get points from the opposing lineup.

Wade, Barrett, Mu Chenfeng, Garcia, Stoudemire, this is a complete championship lineup, while the substitute team doesn't even have a single scorer who can score well. The highest scoring player on their team only averaged 8.8 points per game, which is less than a fraction of the players.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you move according to the tactics, there will be no problem." Rondo once again reminded the players. Before the game, Rondo spent 1 minute for the players to record the tactics in their minds. Now they have a clear tactical picture in their minds.

"Run according to the tactics!" The players of the substitute team moved and cooperated according to the tactics arranged by Rondo, and easily pulled a hole in the main team's defense. , He has been in this place for a long time. After receiving the pass, he made a slight adjustment, shot directly, and made a three-pointer directly into the basket!

The player after the goal looked at his hand in disbelief. The feel of the ball was perfect. The timing of the pass and the feeling of the shot were just right.

Seeing the team's goal, Rondo standing on the sidelines looked relaxed, crossed his hands on his chest, and nodded with satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)