(Can you increase my recommendation votes a little more? If so, maybe there will be more than four updates today...)
"Good afternoon, boys!" Blake Dolan stood on the basketball court and greeted the players in front of him. He looked like he had aged ten years overnight. His haggard face and his suit full of wrinkles and soot made him look very sad.
He looked more like a bankrupt Wall Street businessman than a coach, except for his eyes, which were bright and sharp enough to cut people's skin.
"Hey! Coach, you look a little bad!" Bill Hunter said: "We are stars now, you should get a high-end outfit, maybe some media are preparing to interview you."
"Bill is right, coach, what happened?" Tony Young also asked.
Looking at the puzzled looks of the players, Blake Dolan shrugged:
"It's nothing, it's just that I haven't slept all day and night. Okay, my image is not the focus. I am not calling you here to serve as judges to evaluate my image, but for the next competition."
As Blake Dolan finished saying this, these guys were silent. Of course they knew that the opponent in the next game was the Duke University Blue Devils, but they didn't want to wake up from the sweetness of reaching the top 16 so quickly.
Come and fall into a new fight and struggle.
"In one game, we tied the Princeton Tigers' best record since the team was founded, which was to reach the Elite Eight. The last time the Princeton Tigers reached the Elite Eight was in 1964. At that time, you
, Of course, including me, we have not yet appeared in this world, but now, we have the same qualifications as them to be permanently engraved in the Hall of Honor of Princeton University. As long as we defeat Duke in the next game!"
Blake Dolan glanced at the players in front of him and said.
"What are you waiting for! Let us do it!" Brian Morgan shouted first.
"Yeah! Coach! Tell us how to eat those bastards!" Harry Fergus also shouted.
Black Dolan nodded, and then looked at Davel Hawke in the distance:
"Daville, give me their return running physical test records!"
Davel Hawk walked over cautiously, fearing to be contaminated by the soot and dust on Black Dolan's body, handed him a piece of information, and then said:
"I think you'd better take a shower before you watch any more, Blake, God, you're driving me crazy! You're as dirty as poop!"
Black Dolan directly hugged Davel Hawke, and then let go: "Okay, Davis, relax, we are all shit now, don't be so nervous."
Davel Hawke was stunned for a moment, and then let out a blood-curdling howl:
"I'll kill you! Black Dolan! You fucking bastard! Oh my God!"
So Davel Hawk rushed to the bathroom while howling, and the world became quiet.
When Blake Dolan opened the information, his eyes widened slightly, he looked up at the players in front of him, and said to himself:
"It seems that Darvill is not just a mysophobic, but also an excellent trainer!"
"God bless Princeton!" Black Dolan couldn't help but growl in a low voice!
Then he said to the players:
"I saw your physical fitness test results. They are very good, DJ? Are you sure your 15-meter x 17-return run only takes 62 seconds? You are a physical monster!"
DJ Mbenga grinned, showing his white teeth: "Yes, coach, I can do it!"
"Bill Hunter! Your time is 57 seconds?" Blake Dolan asked, looking at the little Heidou in the team.
"It's genuine, and I didn't inject stimulants!" Bill Hunter said with a smile.
"Unknowingly, the physical fitness of you bastards has improved a lot compared to when I just took over! This is due to Darville. He serves as your nanny, urging you to clean your jerseys in time, and also cleans the training equipment himself.
At the same time, I have trained you so well!" Blake Dolan's eyes brightened a little more: "Now, I believe we can have fun with the Duke guys!"….
"Faced with Duke's full-court press, we used fast offense to break their full-court press! When their full-court press was broken and switched to half-court man-to-man marking, then we,
We can bring out the tactics we have trained throughout the season to open the eyes of these guys. The code name of this tactic is "Out of the Cage". Just like in mathematics, this tactic requires you to combine several small tactics. My opinion is bomb, storm
Matrix, and Water Monster, and then add Assault and Apollo! These small offensive tactics are all box positions. However, this season, in the official competition, we only used bombs, Storm Matrix and Assault, Water Demon
and Apollo only appear in team training! Now, what you have to do is to integrate these five tactics when facing Duke. Then when these five tactics are combined into one, its name is Tiger
Come out! The charm of bombs is that they penetrate deep into the opponent's inside and then bounce away quickly! The purpose of this is to prevent the opponent from taking the defensive initiative. The storm matrix is to quickly roll towards the opponent's position after you break their full-court press!
Water demon, when your bomb tactics fail, then use high and low passes and screen coordination to create shooting opportunities. Finally, attack and use attacks from the left and right sides to attract their defense. If they don't take the bait, then,
Just cut right in! And the last Apollo, DJ, when Lane and Bill create opportunities for you to continuously screen, you have to seize it! You have to attract their attention in the paint like the sun! Strong! Rebounds! Block shots!
Move! And score!" Blake Dolan said, looking into the players' eyes.
The players were obviously in a daze. They fully understood these five tactics and could understand how to integrate them. However, this was their trump card, including Water Demon and Apollo. They thought Black Dolan would reveal it only in the finals.
These two cards.
"This is just the Sweet Sixteen, coach!" Bill Hunter suddenly felt his mouth was a little dry.
"What do you want to say?" Black Dolan looked at him. In fact, he knew what Bill Hunter wanted to say.
"Coach, you said that premature exposure of tactics is stupid. We have been so painful in the regular season because we just want to keep these tactics until the end. But now, it is not the end. We need to expose all the tactics you said.
Bring all the little tricks to the gambling table?" Bill Hunter hesitated for a moment, but still expressed the doubt in his heart.
Seeing other players nodding, Blake Dolan looked at them and asked:
"Do you think we should continue to hide our little tricks? There is no need to show them in the top 16 games?"
The players nodded and seemed to think it was the right thing to do.
"You are wrong. The game against Duke is not more difficult than the finals. In other words, it may be more dangerous than the finals. Even if I put all my tactics on the gambling table, I still have no confidence in defeating the opposite Blue Devils. If possible, I even hope that at this moment, you will combine all my little tricks this season and use a perfect and complex set of tactics to kill them!"
