basketball forever

Chapter 24 Carlos, You Are Too Thief

Backstage dressing room.

The atmosphere at Duke is not as tense as expected.

It's just a final, it's really important, but it's not that important.

They have reached the NCAA semi-finals 12 times before and won the NCAA championship twice. They are no strangers to the stage of the national competition.

Those who should listen to the song listen to the song, those who should make jokes, and those who should close their eyes and rest their minds. Everything here is the same as they usually do.

"Jie, have you learned that Chinese step? It seems to be quite easy to use."

"I don't learn that kind of thing. The movements invented by Asians are not beautiful at all. Instead, they are a bit muddy."

Jay Williams curled his lips in disdain, but he was mmp in his heart, that movement is really fucking hard to learn.

"Many people seem to say that it's walking. Did you say walking?"

"No way. I watched the replay, and there was nothing wrong with it. It was a good shot."

"Let's go. Before he made a three-step layup, there was still one step that he didn't explain clearly."

When everyone was discussing that this is not walking, Captain Battier raised other questions.

"Hey, have you thought about a question?"

"what?"

"If that guy also uses that trick tonight, can you guard against it? Especially the insiders."

Casey - Sanders, Boozer and others suddenly felt some hot ass.

"Uh, this, this seems to be a little troublesome."

"Sean, you are a defensive expert, you must know how to crack it?"

"No."

Facing Boozer and Casey Sanders' questioning eyes, Battier shook his head,

"What? Even you can't break it?"

"I haven't encountered this move before. If I match it a few times, I should be confident. However, he uses this move against big men."

Boozer took Battier's hand: "Sean, help me, I don't want to be a background king like Woods."

"It's very simple. When defending him, you don't spread out, just stand in the penalty area or under the basket."

"Well, that's a good idea indeed."

Boozer nodded approvingly, and as a result, got hit on the head.

"Hey! Captain, why are you hitting me?"

Battier stared at the opponent, "What do you think? If you don't work hard on defense, are you justified?"

The others immediately laughed.

"Carlos, you're such a jerk. Are you trying to be Stanford's Jacobson?"

"That would have to be Kacey Saunders giving me the starting job."

This guy Boozer is staring at his starting position.

Senior Casey Sanders naturally refused:
"You have a good idea, boy! Obediently be your substitute."

"Hahaha~"

...

The young people said this and that, their mouths seemed to be flustered, but where was there a trace of panic on their faces?

In the nearby lounge, Old K closed his eyes very calmly.

Assistant coach Nate McMillan opened his mouth several times, but it was difficult to speak.

"Nate, just say what you want to say."

Old Coach K was not sleeping, of course he could see that McMillan had something to say.

"Coach, I think we should pay more attention to Wang."

"The Chinese teenager who scored 43 points in the semi-finals?"

"Yes, coach, I have studied it. He is very likely to be the special combat power that Dawkins trained for Stanford. If we are not prepared, if he explodes like the last one, no one can stop him .”

"I understand."

After the old Coach K said a word, he closed his eyes again.

McMillan had no choice but to walk out of the lounge first.

That kid McMillan has been paying attention for a long time.

X-factor!

That is a special combat power that can change the situation of the battle.

Just like the crazy knife Gilbert in Arizona.

If it weren't for the semifinals to force these two out, then Duke would really be overturned in the finals against them.

It's just that the head coach doesn't seem to pay much attention to this.

McMillan is just an assistant coach, the lowest-level assistant coach, and he speaks lightly.

"Ah~"

……

On the other side, in the backstage locker room, Wang Xiaohui was still gesturing for a jump shot with familiarity.

"Wang, stop messing with me, the more you mess with me, the more nervous I get."

Justin Davis, who was not in a good mood, hurriedly begged Wang Xiaohui.At this moment, his heart was pounding, and seeing the shooting action, he was even more flustered.

"Why are you nervous? Anyway, you only have 3 minutes to play."

"Wang, if we don't say it, we are still good friends."

Davis just covered his heart, as if a lot of arrows had been inserted here, it hurt so much.

Seeing Davis's pitiful expression, Wang Xiaohui rushed over, hooked his neck with one hand, and messed with his newly made afro with the other.

"Wang, what are you doing? You stop!"

The weak Davis was not Wang Xiaohui's opponent at all, and Wang Xiaohui had other helpers, which made Davis helpless and could only be slaughtered.

After a while of trouble, Justin fell down in front of the locker like a weak man after being bullied, with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes.

"Wooooow~ Wang, you guys are going too far."

Wang Xiaohui said seriously:
"Justin, I'm here for your own good."

Davis pointed at his hair and said bitterly: "Is this for my own good? This is a new hairstyle that cost me $10. You ruined it all, woo woo woo."

"Justin, didn't you notice? You don't seem to be nervous at all now."

"Ah?" Justin Davis realized the strangeness at this time, "Hey, it seems to be true, it's amazing. Wang, is this the magical power of your East?"

"Maybe."

"That means, tonight, I can also score explosively like you did before?"

Seeing that this guy was stunned, Wang Xiaohui could only follow the trend: "Should, maybe, probably (can't)"

Before Wang Xiaohui finished speaking, Justin Davis jumped up excitedly and rushed out.

"Oh hoo!!!"

"What are you going for?"

"I'll go to the bathroom."

The corner of Wang Xiaohui's mouth twitched.

This bastard even wants to learn Wang Xiaohui's habits before, so he is really speechless.

Do you really think you can get cheats by going to the restroom?

Dude, you're overthinking it.

At this time, an old hand was placed on Wang Xiaohui's shoulder.

"Coach, what's wrong?"

"Wang, you practiced a little late last night."

"Coach, I'm fine. I can keep up physically. I ran ten kilometers this morning."

"Well, I'm not worried about your physical strength. What I want to say is, don't be influenced by what those people in the media say. Just be yourself and throw in every basket."

Wang Xiaohui understood that the coach probably knew that he was practicing offense with the ball like a pull-up jump shot.

The coach should think that Wang Xiaohui was stimulated by the outside world.

This was kindness and for the sake of the overall situation. Of course Wang Xiaohui listened to it.

"Well, coach, I understand."

If you can solve your opponent with a shot, why not do it?
But, facing an opponent like Duke, can it do it?

After Justin Davis took four bathroom breaks, head coach Montgomery called everyone out of the blue.

Surrounded by everyone, head coach Montgomery spoke solemnly.

"Boys, are you nervous?"

"nervous."

"A bit."

"I'm fine."

Everyone's answers were different, but Wang Xiaohui clearly felt that everyone was nervous.

His own heart was pounding at the moment.

In fact, there was already a semi-final match yesterday, but the match was played on the same venue, but this final made Wang Xiaohui feel very different.

That hot blood was constantly reacting fiercely in his chest, making it impossible for anyone to calm down.

Nervous, really tense.

However, coach Montgomery said:
"No, you are not nervous!

I think you are excited, this is your high morale.

Yes, after years of hard training, we finally ushered in such an important game.We finally have a great opportunity to show our talents in front of people all over the world.There are a lot of us who play for this moment, and there are a lot of us who want to be in the NBA.For most of you, this game is likely to be your last game.

There are many regrets in life, and not being able to win the game you should have won is one of them.It's a pity that the less this kind of thing is, the better, it can really make people feel overwhelmed, like a scar that hasn't healed for a long time.So, let's give this thing to the opponent. "

The opponent Duke University is really strong, and Stanford is not sure of winning.

However, in order not to leave regrets, everyone really has to do their best.

Seeing that the boys are in good condition, Montgomery waved his hand,
"Boys, get on the field!"

Everyone put their hands together, pressed them down suddenly and then swung them up, "Stanford, we must win!"

……

(End of this chapter)