"Well done! Boys! You know what? The guys from Hanover are scared of you!" Blake Dolan stood on the sidelines and high-fived the players one by one as they walked off the court!
Walking at the end was the key figure who gave the Tigers a big lead, the Spanish boy who was a coolie yesterday and has become a star in Princeton today, Rayne Gonzalez.
"I knew I did something right! My judgment was right! You are a powerful person, I knew it before today!" Blake Dolan raised his hand and hit Ryan Gonzalez hard!
When all the team members gathered around, Blake Dolan took a look at the tactical board and felt that it was easier to understand than explaining it with his own mouth:
"This is a great start! You know what? I noticed that some of you guys are looking at Ryan with jealous eyes now! No! It doesn't need to be like this! We can lead the opponent by ten points, not because Ryan keeps scoring, but because of you
! It’s your beautiful pass! Do you know what I saw? The basketball in your hands is like a surgeon holding a scalpel, sharp, smooth, and dazzling! You are better than Rennes! Defeat the guy from Hanover
, we can tell everyone that we can still win without those so-called high school geniuses! Because, Princeton does not need to use the body to play, but uses the brain! Pass the ball! Pass the ball! Pass the ball! Did you find it? Victory is like this
Simple! The word "Storm Matrix" can explain everything in tactics. The basketball rolls into the frontcourt like a storm, alternating between the matrices. They will never know whose hand the basketball will appear in the next second! It's like what's next
They will increase their efforts to defend Rennes, but they will not think that we have to change our style of play!"
The team members looked at the chattering temporary coach standing among them, their eyes full of surprise. He temporarily changed his playing style, and it was the first time they heard about it when they were leading the score. Anyway, old Erwin would not do this.
But it seems that Blake Dolan is doing a better job than Erwin Turner, at least that's what they think so far in this game.
"Rennes still needs to continue to be tough, but our focus has begun to shift. It is still the box position. We want them to believe that we will continue to rely on Rennes, but at this time, our storm box needs Tony Young and Bill Hunter.
It needs to be deeper when it’s in position!”
Having said this, Blake Dolan picked up the tactical board and drew a few lines: "The left and right sides of the free throw line! We have to catch them off guard. When you get there, their defensive range has tightened to the point of pain.
stomach, and at this time, Casey, it's time to show off your mid-range shot. You don't need to go head-to-head with that big Caucasian guy. When Renne, Bill, and Tony attract the attention of the opponents, you should be in this position at this time.
! Receive the pass! Then, I believe that even a blind man knows how to end the offense. Don’t let me down. I have seen your data. The shooting rate is 61%, mid-range!"
After saying that, he raised his head from the tactical board, looked at the surrounding players and said: "Okay, this is our next tactic. It is simple to understand and very lethal. Damn it, this is like a salesperson from a firearms company selling sales in Afghanistan."
Their introduction to M16! In short, that’s it! You are tigers hunting for prey, and they, no matter how powerful they are, are just prey. When have you ever seen a tiger hesitate because the horns of a buffalo are as hard as steel? No!
So! Boys! Fuck Dartmouth! Get on it!”
"Go! tiger!" a group of players roared and strode onto the court!
…
Until the players came on the field again, Sheldon Cooper, who had been looking down at his laptop, raised his head, glanced at Blake Dolan, who was still standing on the sidelines, and said quietly:….
"What would poor Jim Dunn think if he knew that Blake was the first in every tactical deduction at West Point Military Academy? Compared with the complex military tactical settings, the tactical design of five people is really childish for this deduction madman.
Especially since this guy is a social psychology major, I bet not even the referee could have saved the doomed Dartmouth guy."
The game continued, but Jim Dunn stepped up his defense against Ryan Gonzalez, but still could not prevent the score gap from widening, because another guy stood up, the fat center, Casey - I am the best in the NCAA
**Captain Beamont stood up and made several consecutive hits that made everyone at Dartmouth ecstasy!
"What the hell is going on! The biggest role of that fat man on the court last season was to spread his hands and look helplessly at Erwin Turner! Why did he behave like Dirk Nowitzki in the NBA in this game!
"Jim Dunn stood on the sidelines and roared angrily! "Watch him! Don't let his fat body wander to the free throw line to shoot again!"
But as soon as the players paid attention to Casey Beamont, the two players Tony Young and Bill Hunter who penetrated the opponent's inside looked like "I want to break through" to attract the opponent, and Ryan Gonzalez was immediately ready for a singles
Anthony Yatman!
"Damn it!" At the end of the midfield game, the score between the two teams had become 35 to 57. The 22-point gap was like a huge pothole, deeply trapping the Dartmouth Big Green players.
The fans wearing orange and black uniforms in the stands cheered excitedly, like huge waves rushing towards the field, causing the psychological pressure of the players of the Dartmouth Big Green team to skyrocket! Even Anthony Ya, who has amazing physical strength,
Termandu's chest heaved and he was breathing heavily.
Even after halftime, Dartmouth still couldn't find a suitable breakthrough. They were helpless against this tactic that had never appeared before. Except for Ryan Gonzalez, no one from the Princeton Tigers faced them.
In the confrontation, they just kept passing the ball, making full use of the 35 seconds of attack time, and then scoring. However, on defense, these Princeton guys rushed towards them like Spartan warriors, usually focusing on head-on fist tactics.
The effect is minimal.
"We're definitely going to win! Right? Blake?" Sheldon Cooper closed the computer and walked to Blake Dolan's side and asked.
"Of course, because the enemy of the Dartmouth Big Green Team is me!" Blake Dolan said.
"What a pity! If they know your identity, will they feel that losing is not so embarrassing? You know, they are equivalent to losing in a war to the command of 'tiger', the Special Operations Battalion of the 2nd Combat Brigade of the 101st Airborne Division.
Officer, there is nothing to be ashamed of, because the principal also lost to you." Sheldon Cooper said.
Black Dolan turned to look at him, stared at him for a while and then said: "Sheldon, I didn't invite you here so that you can sing my praises. How are you preparing?"
"That's enough. I have sent you all the information, videos, tactical notes, and some information about the strong teams in last year's division by email. You know what, I love Princeton so much. If I didn't have it,
With the unique high-speed network, it would take me about ten hours to find all this information, but now, I have finished it in more than two hours..."
"Hey! Sheldon! Shut up! Just tell me the result. I don't want to hear the process!"
"You are still as annoying as when you were in the army. I really doubt that I made a wrong decision by following you to Princeton. I should go to Caltech to be a professor. By the way, I just found a piece of news about your father. I thought
Do you listen?" Sheldon Cooper didn't seem to care at all about Blake Dolan's harsh tone.
"My father? OK, what did he do?" Black Dolan asked.
"He ranks seventh among the worst managers in the world this year," Sheldon Cooper said.
