Super Evolution of Basketball

Chapter 297 One can attack, the other is good at defending

Lillard left the 2015 season, leaving a lonely figure at the Moda Center.

But Yuan Qingshan knew that the fire in this kind of person's heart would never be extinguished, and they would fight another three hundred rounds in a short time.

The Lakers flew back to Los Angeles with the victory, and the international airport was packed with fans. They hadn't tasted the playoffs in years, especially a sweep to advance.

Players are regarded as heroes, and Kobe is the hero of heroes. As a veteran who is about to retire, he averaged 16 points, 6 assists, and 4 rebounds in four games, and he prevented CJ McCollum, one of the opposing arrows, from shooting below [-]%. It can be said that without the defense of him and Yuan Qingshan, the Lakers could not win.

It is rare for Kobe to get off the plane and get in the special car directly as before, but stayed at the airport for a while to give fans some time to take pictures.

Everyone stayed at the airport for half an hour, and then left one after another. The next round of the game was early, and Scott gave the players two days off.

Yuan Qingshan dragged his exhausted body back to Zijin Apartment, Rachel had already put away the bath water and was waiting for him.

Seeing this battle, Yuan Qingshan was a little guilty, he didn't feel anything wrong when he was on the court, but once he got home, he found that all parts of his body were almost unable to bear it.

Yuan Qingshan: "This is to..."

Rachel twisted his waist shyly: "Taking a hot bath can relieve fatigue, and I didn't force you to do anything else."

Yuan Qingshan let out a long breath: "That's good, that's good."

"Hmph!" Rachel glared at him, turned back to the room, and took the see-through lace pajamas she had prepared in advance from the clothes basket.

Yuan Qingshan pretended not to see it, he felt that he could do nothing but sleep in his current state.

The players all went back to their homes and slept comfortably, but Coach Scott didn't even go home, and rushed to the office on the second floor of the Staples Training Center without stopping.

On the way back to Los Angeles, he has been paying attention to the movements of each team. The Thunder also won tonight, and it was a big victory.

From this point of view, perhaps the next opponent is the Thunder, and he must start preparing in advance.

Scott found the three videos of the Thunder and Fire War, looked at them carefully, and wrote and drew in his notebook while watching.

Game 1 was the Rockets' home game, but they fell into the rhythm of the Thunder from the first minute.

In this game, Coach Donovan did not allow Westbrook to launch too much offense. He and Durant shared the right to shoot equally, and the two superstars were activated at the same time.

The Rockets can't take it anymore, and they can only double-team this kind of superstar, but if they trap Westbrook, they will let Durant go, and if they trap Durant, they will let Westbrook go.

So entangled, entangled, the Thunder played a 22-0 climax in the first half, and the tone was set before halftime.

Harden wanted to counterattack in the second half, and the Thunder had enough manpower to deal with him. Waiters and Robertson took turns to play, and with Westbrook's defense, Harden was locked directly.

Harden's shooting percentage has not been high throughout the game. It is a pity that the heaven-defying touch of the last game could not be continued. Otherwise, there may be a turning point, and at least it can destroy Donovan's defensive strategy.

After the Rockets removed Harden, Howard was left, but unfortunately he is no longer the monster of the Magic.

According to the coach's instructions, Adams and Kanter would rather make a foul than arrange Warcraft clearly. At worst, they will send you to the free throw line. Everyone understands Howard's free throws.

So it seems that after adapting in the first two games, the Thunder has found a way to deal with the Rockets?
Scott twirled his pencil, quickly dismissing the idea.

It should be that Thunder and Thunder have found the rhythm of the game. Who will have the last laugh in the Thunder and Fire battle does not depend on whose tactics are played well, but on the state of both.

Once the Calm Turtle and the God of Reaper Du stand up, the two Rockets are not enough to watch.

No matter how powerful you are, Harden, you are nothing more than a single-handed horse.

Gulu, Scott took another sip of coffee, frowned and muttered: "It seems that we must study Thunder."

In his view, the Thunder are much more difficult to deal with than the Rockets. They have two aces in their hands to lead the lineup in turn, without giving you a chance to breathe.

Yuan Qingshan had a good sleep, opened his eyes again, and glanced at the clock on the wall, it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

Rachel huddled in his arms and stared at him with wide eyes blinking.

"If you look at me from this angle, you will look very fat." Yuan Qingshan slightly arched his waist, pressing against Rachel's forehead.

Rachel's little hands were hidden under the quilt, and she kept walking around Yuan Qingshan's muscular body, drawing lines that could make a girl's blood spurt.

"Did you miss work last night?" Rachel asked sternly.

Of course Yuan Qingshan knew what she was implying, with a smile on his lips, he straightened his body vigorously.

Rachel's petite body was swallowed whole, and all she could feel was the burning heat.

Dangdang Dangdang!
There was a rapid knock on the door outside the quilt world. With this rhythm and strength, it was Whiteside without asking.

"Go and open the door." Rachel smiled.

Yuan Qingshan has 180 reluctances: "But my work is not finished yet."

"It's better to owe it first, and then double repay it later."

Yuan Qingshan had no choice but to turn over and sit up, tidy up his clothes, and opened the door a small crack.

Seeing Yuan Qingshan open the door, Whiteside immediately turned his face away to avoid the crack in the door. He knew that Rachel and Yuan Qingshan were living together, so he still had to be polite.

"What's the rush, you're bothering me so early." Yuan Qingshan was a little annoyed.

Whiteside: "It's already nine o'clock. Towns and I are back from morning exercise. You don't wake up so late every day."

That's right, Yuan Qingshan has always had the habit of doing morning exercises. Often he comes back, and Downs and Whiteside haven't woken up yet. Today is exactly the opposite, so Whiteside came to him, worried that he was not feeling well.

Seeing that the "work" with Rachel could not be finished, Yuan Qingshan rubbed his neck and said, "I was too tired from yesterday's game, so I fell asleep until now. The Thunder and the Rockets have only played the third game. We have more than a week of free time. The first day of the holiday, what are you going to do?"

Whiteside thought for a while and replied: "I want to practice shooting these days, mid-range shots! This round of the game is all about Towns' offense, and I didn't get any points at all."

In the series, Whiteside averaged 9 points and 15 rebounds per game. Under his defense, the average shooting percentage of the opposing inside players was less than 30.00%.

Although it is true that he did not score many points as he himself said, he made a huge contribution on the defensive end and killed the Blazers' inside group with only one person.

Yuan Qingshan understands that Whiteside's talent is not in offense, but in defense.

Towns can attack, and Whiteside is good at defending, one attack and one defense, so they can cooperate so well.

The two came to the gym.

"Shooting can't be practiced in a day or two. You can't be impatient." Yuan Qingshan vaccinated Whiteside to prevent him from getting confused at the critical moment of the playoffs.

Whiteside didn't answer, but picked up the basketball and ran to the high position, muttering and not knowing what he was talking about.

Seeing his state, Yuan Qingshan thought to himself: Come on, it seems that the pressure of the playoffs is too great.

(End of this chapter)