After the timeout, those experts and commentators found out strangely that the Princeton Tigers had not changed their tactics at all. It still seemed to be the same position, except that the previous white center came off the field and was replaced by a player who held up the uniform.
Tight black hunk.
When did Princeton recruit such a physical monster that would cause a stir?!
Is this the Princeton Tigers’ hidden trump card?
The reason why those experts have such doubts is because they don't have time to watch the regular season tapes of the Princeton Tigers. Tom Izzo will not be surprised by DJ Mbenga's appearance, because the black boy's regular season performance was only
It can be described as terrible. He has no scoring skills, is slow in pace, and can't even find his position. He looks like a kid who has just started playing basketball.
Paul Davis on his own side can easily get him stuck behind him or squeeze him out of the basket. He is full of confidence in his beloved disciple, because Paul Davis is also a physical monster and has a skilled body at the basket.
Monster.
But soon, his calm expression turned into surprise!
Because DJ Mbenga who came on stage did not show any skills and directly squeezed Paul Davis out of his territory!
And firmly stuck Paul Davis behind him!
And Bill Hunter, who received the pass from Larry Freddy, swept into the inside almost like the wind!
The basket is empty enough to fit a truck!
Bill Hunter leaped into the air! He held the basketball high and rushed towards the basket!
"Kill the Spartans!"
Kelvin Torbett, who was out of position in the previous defense, could only chase after him, and finally watched Bill Hunter take off!
Then he hung his head in frustration!
"Boom!" Another explosive slam dunk!
Although his physical fitness and slam dunk skills are not as good as Shannon Brown, Bill Hunter, who is also black, still detonated the audience with his actions!
Fans hope that these two teams can have a slam dunk showdown until the end of the game!
"Fuck it! Boy! Beautiful!"
"Want a beer! Boy! Keep fighting! I'll buy you a beer after the game!"
Tom Izzo closed his eyelids slightly and softly repeated what Bill Hunter said when he dunked just now:
"Kill the Spartans? We are already living in hell, but Princeton boys, welcome to Thermopylae."
…
The game went to halftime in a fierce stalemate!
The referee finally blew the halftime whistle. For the referees, this game was their most tiring game of the season. The two teams had frequent physical contact, so they had to open their eyes and watch them carefully.
Whether there was a flagrant foul or a mistake.
The bright red numbers on the scorer hung high in the air, 44 to 39, with Michigan State in the lead and Princeton University in the back.
As the TV station couldn't wait to insert commercials, beautiful cheerleaders began to dance, and the players of the two teams followed their coaches to the locker rooms.
Only the stunned experts and commentators were left, staring at the score in a daze.
This was a close battle, and it was impossible to determine the outcome like a hasty analysis at the beginning. The Princeton Tigers did not change their tactics, or even their lineup, but their tactics changed from being a little dull at the beginning to being cunning.
Everything started from the Princeton Tigers' first timeout. Their tactics began to change and their scoring methods became diversified, making it impossible for the Spartans to judge and block early.
Even if the Princeton Tigers' backup center hadn't scored, it's likely that the score would have been reversed at this time!
The most common questions asked by hosts in some TV broadcast rooms to the commentators they invite are:
“The game has reached this point, what’s next?”….
The commentators also put away their relaxed expressions at the beginning and gave similar answers with a slightly serious tone:
"When the tactics of the two teams are tied, the next step is to compete with the will of the players. Whoever can be tough until the end will win, but I think the tough Tom Izzo definitely doesn't want this game to be a close game from now on.
Tough competition. The Princeton Tigers exceeded everyone's expectations."
…
"They lost." Blake Dolan said the first thing he said when he walked into the locker room and waited for the players to sit down.
This sentence made all the players raise their heads and look at him with questions.
"Believe me, they lost. Although you can't see it yet, I can see that their players are starting to become impatient. Although Tom Izzo regards us as equal opponents, his boys obviously
They don't think so. They think that fighting us in the current situation is an insult to them. Their real opponents should be Duke, North Carolina, Kentucky, Kansas, and even, in short, not including us, so they are impatient.
Two rounds before the end of the game, their hasty breakthrough was a sign of their impatience." Blake Dolan said slowly, lighting a cigarette.
"And we must continue to maintain the current situation. You have done a great job. Everyone is impeccable. Don't be impatient. Don't be impatient just because the score is temporarily behind. We are tigers. Only by keeping calm can we catch delicious prey. Before they
When flaws are exposed, give them a fatal blow. Whether they are Spartans or Persians, Tom Izzo cannot change formations quickly. He can only ask his players to perform tougher. Whether it is offense or defense, there is no possibility of change.
Tactics, because now, between me and him, whoever changes tactics first will leave the field first."
Blake Dolan was silent for as long as a cigarette, and finally put out the cigarette, then clasped his hands together as if praying, closed his eyes and said to the players in front of him who were watching him silently:
"You are impeccable. This is my last request for this game. Be tough. Let this word accompany you until the final whistle sounds."
Seemingly infected by Blake Dolan's almost weird behavior, the players stood up and shouted loudly:
"We will! Coach!"
"We will bring victory back!"
Black Dolan opened his eyes and nodded: "I believe that because the tiger is an animal with a unique charm, no matter what creature it faces, there are no such words in its dictionary as turning around and running away or giving up, or turning the opponent into a
Food, either die in battle, and so will we, or you will all be knocked down on the basketball court unable to get up, or you kill those Spartans, and we will not give up this game!"
"We will kill them!" Bill Hunter said first.
"There is not much time left for them, let them go crazy for a while. Compared with you, they have a huge disadvantage, that is, the Spartans do not have smart enough brains, but the wisdom of Princetonians illuminates the entire United States.
Come on." Black Dolan did not roar at the top of his lungs this time, whispered softly, and then turned around.
Behind him, Casey Beamont roared: "Go! Tiger!"
All the players followed him and strode out of the stadium!
"We won?" Reuben Brooks looked at Blake Dolan who turned around.
"No, on the contrary, the most difficult moment is about to begin." Blake Dolan signaled Schneiderbook to follow the players out first, took out his cigarette and lit it again, and then said.
"What! But you just acted as if victory was about to come!" Ruben Brooks shouted in a low voice.
"With a little bit of psychology, I told them calmly that a tougher impact was about to be launched against them. At this time, it would be more effective than hysteria. Moreover, the fact is that after surviving Michigan State's toughness this time, we
I won, but it’s just not that easy to hold on to.”
