Super Evolution of Basketball

Chapter 559 The Fadeaway Jump Shot
In the finals, the Lakers played against the Cavaliers, and the Lakers led 2-1!

The first quarter of the fourth game is over, 33 to 28, the Lakers temporarily lead by 5 points.

Yuan Qingshan scored 12 points, 3 rebounds and 5 assists.

This statistic is nothing surprising to Yuan Qingshan, people are used to his stable performance.

Different from the performance on the offensive end, what makes the coaching staff of both sides care about is: Yuan Qingshan's defense against Irving.

Irving played 8 minutes in the first quarter, made 8 of 1 shots, only scored 2 points, sent 2 assists, grabbed 1 rebound, but made 3 turnovers.

"This is not Kyrie's true level. The shooting percentage of 8 in 1 is so distressing. Has he been possessed by someone tonight?" Coach Drew stood in front of the bench, looking at Irving while thinking in his heart.

On the other side of the bench, James was tired. He pressed his waist against the back of the chair as much as possible to get a better rest, and then he looked up and drank energy drinks one after another.

"LeBron, you are too tired, aren't you?" Tyronn Lue couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw the fatigue of his top player, and asked anxiously.

Anyone who sees Tyronn Lue's expression at this time will feel that it is sincere. In fact, one championship is enough for Tyronn Lue. What he wants most is LeBron's health, because he hasn't brought enough of this guy yet.

LeBron James quickly put down the drink in his hand, then hammered his chest twice and said: "Impossible, I only played 9 minutes in the first quarter. According to this schedule, I can rest for 12 minutes in the whole game, so I can only play 36 minutes in the finals? It's terrible, stop exploiting my playing time, okay, Director Lu?"

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll listen to you, okay, the timeout is coming soon, since you want to play so much, just catch the boys in Los Angeles and beat them to death, do you hear me?"

James: "You're right to say that, just watch mine!"

The second quarter begins.

Mark Jackson: "Shaq, I don't think the Lakers have given full play to their inside advantage. What do you think?"

O'Neill: "In fact, the two sides can be regarded as evenly matched in the interior, that's all. Whiteside, like Tristan Thompson, is a defensive and weak interior, and Towns and Kevin Love also have the same thing, that is too soft. If Charles and I are 10 years younger, we can dunk the basket casually in this kind of game."

Charles Barkley was very comfortable with what he said. He curled his lips and said, "If I were in the Lakers, I could beat the Cavaliers 4-0 and win the championship."

Mark Jackson: "I believe what Shaq said, you? I don't believe it!"

O'Neill: "Trust me, Mark, Charles was just born in the wrong era."

No championship for life, sigh, Barkley didn't raise the bar at this time, his eyes blinked, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Mark Jackson: "So, I think these two teams still depend on the superstars in the end. They depend on LeBron James and Yuan Qingshan, as well as Paul George and Irving."

O'Neal nodded: "Half a year ago, I would have thought this matchup was ridiculous, but now I realize that this Lakers team is very scary. Pulling the little emperor down? There is really nothing they can't do!"

auditorium.

"Next, the Lakers should continue to pay close attention to Irving. Every one of their perimeter players should chase Irving until he is destroyed." Popovich calmly said something that is scary to think about.

The French sports car Tony Parker sitting next to him catered superficially, but had his own views in his heart.

the other side.

"James, it would be great if that kid named Jamal Murray had your three-pointer." Capela has been seizing every opportunity to flatter the boss of his team.

James Harden's eyes have never left the Lakers' No. 16, and he ignored Capela.

"If the Lakers had you, they would have swept the championship long ago." Capela continued.

Harden didn't say anything, just smiled lightly as a response.

Lakers offense.

Coach Wharton didn't intend to make a substitution. Yuan Qingshan was still on the court with the ball in his hands. His teammates pulled away.

"Is Yuan Qingshan going to play singles again?" O'Neill was slightly surprised, Yuan Qingshan seemed to have a strong desire to attack in this match.

In fact, there is no need to be surprised at all. Yuan Qingshan's singles are already a regular weapon for the Lakers.

In the Cavaliers, although Bradley Beal's defense is slightly stronger than Irving's, it is not strong enough to take into account Yuan Qingshan.

Therefore, Yuan Qingshan has a lot of singles opportunities. At present, only LeBron James in the third position is a threat to Yuan Qingshan, because his help defense and supplementary defense are too incomprehensible, and it is always difficult to guard against.

So the Lakers coaching staff arranged a special task for Paul George: take LeBron James away, the farther away from Yuan Qingshan the better.

As long as LeBron James' defense can be lured away, Paul George will be successful.

"Get down, get down!" Coach Wharton shouted from the sidelines.

Paul George knew that the coach meant to let him take LeBron James away, so he pretended to catch the ball while running to the left corner. LeBron James didn't dare to let Paul George go, so he had to follow.

In this way, Kyrie Irving is the only one at the top of the arc for the Cavaliers.

"Hmph!" Knowing that he was about to be singled out, Owen snorted coldly through his nose.

Yuan Qingshan has long been used to his attitude, this expression, this tone, completely in line with Owen's personality.

Kyrie Irving may be a polite young man off the court, but on the court, he is a paranoid who can't talk trash.

Yuan Qingshan dribbled the ball tightly twice, then accelerated suddenly, rushed past Irving's left hand, shot before Tristan Thompson blocked him, and hit a mid-range shot steadily.

Yuan Qingshan's goal once again detonated the Staples Center, and the back jumper he just made was replayed over and over again on the big screen.

As the dominator of the team, Yuan Qingshan has fulfilled his tasks very well so far, not only bringing out his offensive advantages, but also driving his teammates well.

Seeing that the Lakers were about to start, coach Tyronn Lue had to call a timeout.

During the warm-up time, the cheerleaders threw T-shirts and square scarves to the audience. The Lakers fans were crazy. They believed that the team could score 3-1 tonight and get the match point. If that was the case, the souvenirs tonight would be very meaningful. Countless arms shook excitedly.

"Hey, beauty, here, here!" Barkley yelled at the cheerleaders sitting in the commentary booth. He looked like a young fan who came to watch the game for the first time.

O'Neal sneered mercilessly: "Charles, let's discuss it and leave these souvenirs to the fans who need them. Okay, if you want this, go to the Staples staff. Can they not give it to you? There is always some face for this, right?"

"If you can't talk, just talk less!"

Barkley was taunted by O'Neal again, and immediately fought back, then shook his big hand and said: "You don't understand at all, what I want is this luck."

O'Neill laughed, thinking that this old guy is getting more and more hypocritical!
(End of this chapter)