Super Evolution of Basketball

Chapter 66 Overtake by one point!
Most of the main players of the two teams were not on the field, and the offensive and defensive rhythm dropped again.

Everyone knows this is just the calm before the storm.

You must bite the score, make no mistakes, and wait for the final moment of the decisive battle.

"Coach, let me play!" Towns pleaded loudly, his body was still sweating, but he clenched his fists, eager to try.

Coach John didn't express his opinion, and his face was still watery. The players looked at each other in blank dismay, and no one could guess what he was thinking.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Downs could only continue to sit on the chair and worry.

Whenever there was a change in the situation on the field, I stomped my feet excitedly.

beep!
"No. 15 of the blue team, push foul!" The referee gestured to the scoring table, and the Badgers' backup center stepped to the free throw line.

"Coach!" Downs could hardly hold back any longer. He looked at John eagerly, clenched his hands into fists, and tightly clenched the towel.

The coach glanced up at the timer. There were only 6 minutes and 33 seconds left.

He hesitated for a while, and finally said, "Downs, Booker, get ready to play!"

"Yeah!" Downs cheered, wiped off his sweat indiscriminately, and strode to the scoring table to register.

Booker simply sat on the floor, staring at the basketball.

O'Neill stood up slightly and glanced at Booker, as if remembering something, he flipped through the data book.

"What are you doing, looking up information? It's really rare." Barkley looked at O'Neill suspiciously.

O'Neill turned back two more pages, found what he wanted, and his eyes lit up: "People put too much attention on Downs and Kaminsky. Don't forget the Wildcats and Devin Booker's cold arrow!"

Booker was sitting directly below the commentary booth, and naturally heard O'Neill's words, he raised his head and looked at O'Neill.

O'Neill put down the data book, probed and said, "Little guy, keep up your strength and run as hard as you can in the last two minutes. At that time, no one in the Badgers can catch up with you."

Barkley laughed and said: "Hey, commentator Mr. O'Neill, you can't interfere with the game, you fouled."

O'Neal disagreed: "Come on, when I was playing in the NBA, these referees were still studying in college."

After speaking, the two laughed.

But Booker got into his heart, and kept analyzing O'Neill's words in his mind.

If the first free throw is made, the second free throw can be made, which is slightly different from the NBA.

Downs couldn't wait any longer, and rushed to the basket with a whoosh.

Booker stood up and moved his hands and feet, turned around and said thank you to the commentary, and then ran to the front court.

Yuan Qingshan put the towel on top of his head. Seeing that Towns and Booker had returned to the field, he couldn't help feeling anxious.

Then came the coach's voice.

"Qingshan, next time you stop the ball, you are going to play, but the task needs to be changed..."

Coach John assigned Yuan Qingshan the final task.

The more Yuan Qingshan heard it, the more surprised he became.

beep!
The referee whistled, and it was Caulistan who fouled. He folded his hands behind his head regretfully, panting heavily, obviously exhausted.

Kentucky's main center has physical problems.

Coach John gave Yuan Qingshan a push: "What are you still doing in a daze, go!"

Yuan Qingshan grabbed a handful of chalk, and returned to the court with a heavy heart.

"Charles, remember the kid I said might surprise us, here he is!"

Barkley looked around: "You mean this number 8?"

At this moment, Yuan Qingshan happened to walk past the commentary booth with a blank expression on his face.

Barkley stared at his back for several seconds. There was nothing special about it. Apart from picking up rebounds and passing the ball, this kid hardly attacked. He was a typical hard worker on the court. Why did he fall into the eyes of the Sharks?

Yuan Qingshan called his teammates together, whispered a few words, and they were slightly surprised.

The referee signaled to Wisconsin to prepare for the second free throw.

The game continues.

Hit, 52:54, Kentucky is still 2 points behind.

In a VIP box.

Laughlin hugged her shoulders: "Today's score is not high."

Harold, a Pacers scout, smacked his lips and said, "It's not the NBA after all." Then he began to complain: "We scouts are really pitiful. We always have to struggle and switch between the NBA and the NCAA. I'm going to be confused now. I don't know what the real basketball level of human beings should be like."

Nearly 30 scouts from 70 teams select nearly [-] new players for the NBA every year. These people are the pride of heaven, but how many can really stay?

A state's most talented player may sit on the bench all the time, not even eligible to touch the ball.

How painful is it to see a talented boy who has been painstakingly tracking for a year, or even a few years, perish in the NBA world?
"Let's digress." Laughlin poured a glass of red wine for Harold, and Harold shook his head, drinking any more would make him drunk.

Laughlin took a sip, and the rich dry red swirled back and forth around her small cherry mouth, a little bit oozing from the corners of her lips, which was crystal clear under the light.

Tonight, her eyes seldom stayed on Downs, an inspection-free product, but paid more attention to Yuan Qingshan.

On the field.

Two free throws were made.

Lyles sends the ball out.

Yuan Qingshan had just received the ball, and Koning's dark and thin face appeared at the same time, but this guy was obviously exhausted, and his face was covered with sweat.

"The weak have to rest for so long!" Corning provoked.

Yuan Qingshan ignored him, and started to change speed in the backcourt, trying to squeeze past his defense, but unfortunately it didn't work.

Corning is indeed tired, but not to the point of being slaughtered.

Just after halftime, Yuan Qingshan passed the ball to Lyles with a long pass, and then ran directly to the basket.

Corning was taken aback. He glanced at the nervous Lyles and wondered, is this a point forward?Kentucky used the hole card?
He only guessed half right. Kentucky did use a small hole card, but it was not a point forward, but a rebounding point guard!

Yuan Qingshan ran directly to the edge of the penalty area. This is the world of insiders, and the most comfortable position to catch rebounds.

"Tactical No. 8!" Coach John raised his right arm and waved it around a few times.

Kentucky's No. 8 tactic is simple. Towns and Lyles bring the defender to the weak side, Caulistan pulls out to pick and roll Booker in the corner, and finally Booker throws a three-pointer to end the offense.

The four people have a clear division of labor, and the positions at this time are basically near the three-point line.

In this way, a strange scene appeared on the field: eight players were distributed on the outside on both sides, and under the basket were two point guards, Yuan Qingshan and Koning with a beeping face.

Coach Ryan opened his mouth wide and didn't know how to crack it. He couldn't let Towns or Caulistan's defenders return to the basket to attack, which would instead create an open space.

There are still a few minutes left in the game. Why should Kentucky bet on 3 points? Are they so confident in the No. 8 guard's rebounding ability?
The exclamation of the audience interrupted Coach Ryan's train of thought.

Booker made a quick shot in less than a second created by Caulistan.

The hand shape is very positive, but the trajectory is a bit off.

Boom, the basketball hit the outside of the basket, which means that the strength is great. It seems that Booker is a little nervous.

"Rebound, what are you doing in a daze?" Coach Ryan yelled.

Kaminsky and Hayes gave up their opponents and turned around and rushed to the inside. Corning aimed at the landing point and jumped up immediately.

Ding!
Rebound Beast · Launch!

The blue figure takes off!

In the panic-stricken eyes of everyone in the Wisconsin team, Yuan Qingshan soared into the sky like a cannonball, and went straight to the basketball in the air.

Booker had changed his position the moment Yuan Qingshan took off, ready to catch the ball again.

He believes that Yuan Qingshan will definitely send the ball to him again, which is the core of the No. 8 tactic, Yuan Qingshan's rebounds plus Booker's 3 points!
Snapped!A crisp sound!
Yuan Qingshan's body soared in the air, and with his waist and abdomen exerting force, he slammed the ball hard to the right corner.

The basketball hit Booker's hand with the sound of wind.

Devin Booker didn't hesitate, he just opened his hand and shot.

Swish!
Hollow into the network!

55:54, Kentucky overtakes by one point!
　I am very touched by the book friends who are still reading, thank you! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)