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Chapter 200 Referee's Art of Field Control

Davis has already risked the world's disgrace and opened the door to the Cavaliers. He blew all the whistles he could blow, and he blew those whistles he couldn't. But the Rockets are too strong. In just one and a half quarters, the The score difference of 29 points was tied!

If it is possible, Davis really does not want to use that trick, because once that trick is used, it is tantamount to completely abandoning his professional ethics and business level. From then on, he will bear the infamy of his life. As a last resort, Davis really didn't want to be this villain.

He looked at his assistant referee, asking for his opinion with a questioning look, but the bald assistant referee didn't have any good intentions, anyway, you are the referee, and you will be responsible for everything.

He nodded slightly to Davis, as if to say, come on, we and the big shots above are behind you!

"Dry!"

Davis cursed in his heart, this cunning old fox!
Now it's hard to ride a tiger. For two and a half quarters, he has been helping the Cavaliers win the game openly and secretly. If he gives up at this time and allows the Cavaliers to be killed, wouldn't all his previous efforts be wasted?
The most terrible thing is that I have been hated by the Rockets. I believe that soon after the game is over, those controversial judgments will be corrected by other expert referees. His reputation will be stigmatized sooner or later.

"Let's do it like this. When it comes to the finals next year, everyone will naturally forget about it."

Davis thought to himself comfortingly.

The game continues, the Rockets attack, Davis' eyes are constantly wandering on the field, he is a shrewd referee, he will not make those calls that are obviously suspected of black whistle, what he catches are some ambiguous and controversial actions .

Like physical contact.

In the finals, the degree of physical confrontation is naturally the highest intensity in the entire season, such as elbows, waists, shoulders and feet, stepping... These small movements abound, and you can press the pause button casually. Players are caught on TV using them, and Davis has capitalized on that.

Soon, he caught one.

When Mutombo and Big Z were fighting for position at the basket, their arms were entangled. Mutombo made an elbow-like movement, and the sharp-eyed Davis immediately blew his whistle.

"Off the ball foul!"

Davis said treacherously.

If the elbow is swung maliciously, it must be a technical foul. If it is an unintentional action, the penalty may not be imposed.Davis's scheming is reflected here. He deliberately sentenced an off-ball foul. Immediately, Mutombo and Big Z jumped up.

"I never met him!"

Mutombo did not pay attention to whether he swung his elbow when he was fighting for rebounds. He did not intend to. In such a fierce confrontation, he didn't care about these bumps.

"This is a flagrant foul!"

Big Z was also dissatisfied with the referee's penalty. He felt that the penalty was too light.

"Then watch the video."

Davis smiled imperceptibly.

The game came to a standstill.

The three referees pretended to be standing on the computer screen in front of the referee's bench, constantly discussing something, the players on both sides waited anxiously, while James, on the bench, seized all the time to recover his physical fitness.

Judging from the screen, Big Z fouled first, and his actions were extremely rough, causing Mutombo to counterattack, but the direction of Mutombo's footsteps was opposite to the direction of his elbow, which did not seem to be intentional. Of.

What's more interesting is that before Big Z competed with Mutombo, he had a very obvious provocative behavior, and at the same time he was talking in his mouth. Judging from his mouth shape, it was not a good thing.

"Call each a technical foul."

Davis saw that the time was running out, and finally gave the judgment result.

Players on both sides kept their mouths shut. Regardless of whether the result was fair or not, there was basically no damage to both sides of the game.

The game restarts after free throws by both players.

Davis smiled with satisfaction. He delayed for a full 3 minutes and gave James a chance to breathe. In the excuse for extricating myself in the future, I can add another piece of evidence "I didn't help the Cavaliers".

Just 3 minutes later, Davis blew Gooden's off-the-ball foul again. Although it was beneficial to the Rockets, the benefits were limited. The Rockets did not get free throws, but stood outside the sideline to continue Before serving, Davis shamelessly used watching the replay as an excuse to delay James' return.

Afterwards, Davis did the same thing. In the short 3-minute game time, the whistle blew countless times, and the game was constantly interrupted and continued. The rhythm of the game was completely disrupted by the players on both sides. Chaos is more beneficial to the knight.

Everyone knew Davis' intentions. Van Gundy stomped his feet and cursed on the sidelines, but got a technical foul, which made him shut up obediently.

Davis' excellent performance delayed the game for 15 minutes, and James, who had ample rest, returned to the court, and Davis finally ended this funny and shameless farce.

After James returned to the court with full blood, he quickly launched an attack. The morale of the Cavaliers members was boosted. They hit two three-pointers and turned the score back to the lead.

"The referee has started to rebalance."

Director Zhang said suddenly.

"What?"

The host was confused and didn't understand what it meant.

"The previous whistle was blown off the mark, so the referee wanted to pull it back at the end of the game, as if he had been stepped on the tail and was eager to pull back." Zhang Weiping said.

For the rest, he didn't say it directly, but poked the screen with his finger covertly, indicating to the host.

what……"

The host suddenly realized.

In the screen, the Rockets made several fouls, but Davis ignored them. At the same time, whenever the Rockets launched a fast break or the offensive routine worked, Davis would call the Cavaliers fouls.

There are some intuitive data that reflect whether the judgment of the game is fair, such as the number of free throws and fouls on both sides.

The Cavaliers got too many free throws in the first half. As a balance, Davis must control the court in the second half to increase the Rockets' free throw opportunities and ensure decent book statistics after the game.

But here lies the brilliance of Davis' call-offs. When the Cavaliers can't score or feel bad, they send free throws. This is to help them.

But what about the Rockets?

When the Rockets feel good and are about to score a must-have goal when launching a fast break, asking them to make free throws is tantamount to a disservice, and even destroys their fiery feel.

This is the art of court control for referees.

(End of this chapter)