Super Evolution of Basketball

Chapter 61 You Can't Win!

"Xiaoshan! Pass the ball!" Towns finally got rid of the defense of power forward Geer Hayes, and ran out of the open space in the right elbow area he is most familiar with.

Deadly vacancy!
Yuan Qingshan pushed the ball without hesitation, and the ball arrived. Downs took the ball and made a beautiful back.

Hayes, who just came over, could only watch him throw the ball chicly.

If Downs didn't have such a fast moving speed, then he would definitely be able to intercept the ball in advance;
If Towns doesn't have such a fast shot speed, then he can definitely give him a big hat;
If Towns doesn't have such a long shooting range, then he can definitely force him to rush.

but……

The most regrettable thing in this world is that there is no if.

Downs moves fast enough, shoots fast enough, and shoots far enough!

So based on these three points alone, Hayes is far from being an opponent.

scored!

The University of Kentucky scored the first point in the opening game and found its strongest point in just one round!

boom!
All the spectators wearing blue jerseys shouted like a tsunami. Today, not only the Wildcats need to work hard, but the fans must not show weakness. No matter how many miles or tens of thousands of miles away Lucas Oil Arena is from Lexington, they will make this place the home of the Wildcats!
"Shaq, Kentucky's first point was scored by Towns, which is understandable, but I didn't expect it to be a mid-range elbow zone. Does this big man have to walk in the mid-range for the entire game?" Barkley is a veritable old school. In his eyes, big men should go head-to-head in the penalty area. Men should conquer men and use their muscles to subdue the two-meter-old man on the opposite side. This is enough taste!
O'Neill only answered him with one sentence: "As long as you can win, what's wrong with it?"

Barkley looked at Towns and Hayes who were still chasing each other near the free throw line, and was dumbfounded for a while.

"Attack, attack quickly!" Kaminsky was the first to rush to the frontcourt, and Caulistan gritted his teeth and followed closely behind.

Gasel sent the ball to Corning, and Yuan Qingshan kept a few steps away from him, and kept retreating as he advanced.

"Gasel, go to the left!" Kaminsky ran past Yuan Qingshan and shouted loudly.

Yuan Qingshan's gaze was attracted to him unconsciously.

This guy's jumping, speed and explosive performance are mediocre. Although he is constantly directing his teammates to move, his aura is not sharp.

But why can he lead the team to win all the way?

"Defense, defend!"

"Defense, defend!"

The shouts of the fans brought Yuan Qingshan's thoughts back to the court.

"You can't win."

Amidst the shocking shouts all around, Corning spoke the first sentence to Yuan Qingshan.

"Oh?" Yuan Qingshan was puzzled, if these words came from a domineering and out-of-the-way person, Yuan Qingshan would not have taken it at all.

But Corning is different. He gives people the impression that this person never speaks big words and never deceives others.

"why?"

A complex emotion flashed in Corning's eyes: "Because you don't even know how important it is to that guy to win this game."

How important is this game...to that guy?
Yuan Qingshan couldn't help turning his head and glanced at Kaminsky who was sweating profusely and was running towards the inside line.

"What are you doing, look after yourself!" Coach John shouted.

Yuan Qingshan regained his composure, lowered his center of gravity, and faced Corning. At this time, they had already crossed the center line, and the ferocious badger team would rush to bite him at any time.

Corning smiled and defended: "I didn't mean to distract you on purpose, defeating an opponent who went all out openly, such a victory is worthy of our captain!"

Is that so?
Yuan Qingshan gradually began to understand the excellence of that man named Kaminsky.

There may be something more precious than talent hidden in him!

The Wisconsin Badgers' offense is extremely rigorous, with Kaminsky as the axis, and the other four perform their duties in an orderly manner. As long as there is a chance, the ball will definitely go to Kaminsky's hands.

Coach John's idea is to sacrifice Caulistan and let him focus all his energy on defense, hoping to redeem the opponent's core.

Although four Wisconsin players averaged double figures per game this season, almost all of the other three's scores were related to Kaminsky's assists, so strangling Kaminsky's point is tantamount to pulling out the fangs of the Badger.

This tactic is decisive and correct, but along the way in Wisconsin, which opponent has never wanted to abolish Kaminsky?

If Kaminsky is really so easy to defend, then it may be North Carolina or any other strong team that will play against Kentucky today.

Wisconsin's ball reaching Kaminski's hands does not mean the end, on the contrary, the Badger's sharp teeth have just been exposed!

Kaminsky is like a tall tower, standing on the inside as the axis, frequently passing the ball to the outside for assists.

Wisconsin's run is complicated, but once the opportunity presents itself, the offense is simple, with a lot of catch-and-shoot.

There are rules and regulations, clean and tidy.

Kentucky is also trying to find its own rhythm step by step. Yuan Qingshan is responsible for bringing the ball across the half court. The first choice is to hand it over to Towns. If Towns does not create an opportunity at the first time, then everyone will move to create opportunities.

The order of shot rights distribution is Towns, Booker, Caulistan, Lyles and Yuan Qingshan.

Booker feels hot today, relying on him and Towns' long-range shots, Kentucky can still bite the score hard.

But everyone can see that after the first ball in the opening game, they have lost their limelight a little.

On the commentary table.

O'Neill twisted his waist lazily: "Kentucky seems to be very passive."

Barkley nodded: "Yeah, Wisconsin played more overall, they entered the state faster, and the Kentucky boys seem to be still finding their rhythm."

O'Neill: "Fortunately, there is still time, but do they have to rely on touch from the beginning? This is not a good sign. They should try to attack the inside."

Barkley curled his lips: "Let me translate your sentence: Karl-Anthony Towns, as Barkley said, go to the inside and confront Hayes or Kaminsky head-on, show some blood! Barkley's point of view is correct, O'Neal is the wrong person!"

O'Neill took a sip of Coke: "I said, why do you hold grudges like this?"

Barkley threw his pen on the table: "Why don't you ask yourself why you always mess with me."

"Oh, come on, who wants to see two fat guys read the manuscript verbatim."

His wise words once again made Barkley speechless.

Plop, Barkley fell on the table again.

O'Neal hurriedly pinched his arm and whispered, "Hey, the camera is recording you."

Barkley sat up in a jerk, looked left and right nervously, but didn't find the camera in his mouth, O'Neill covered his mouth and smirked.

O'Neal is always wiser and more free and easy than Barkley, so Barkley will never have the upper hand in the game against O'Neal.

The fans at the scene were very enthusiastic, but the game on the field was a bit dull. Coach John called the first timeout.

During the pause, several cameras swept around in the auditorium. Suddenly, the one in the northeast corner stopped at a corner, and the four huge screens immediately switched to the perspective of this camera.

A man wearing a baseball cap spotted the camera in the distance, smiled helplessly and shook his head.

"Ah, it's Rajon Rondo!"

"RR4! RR4! RR4! RR4!"

The fans sitting around him began to shout.

Rondo smiled and pulled the brim of his hat lower.

"What does RR4 mean?" Barkley turned around and looked in Rondo's direction, but he sat too far back, successfully hiding himself in the crowd.

O'Neal rummaged up and down with his mobile phone: "I found it, so that's the case. He was wearing the No. 4 jersey in Kentucky."

"It's the senior who came to supervise the battle, RR4! RR4! Haha!" Barkley also started the rhythm in the microphone.

O'Neal put away his mobile phone and spread his hands: "Why didn't the Mavericks play today? Why is this little thorn so idle!"

(End of this chapter)