(Back from dinner! Here comes the freshly baked Chapter 4!)
"Chris, go signal a timeout." Mike Krzyzewski said to the assistant coach next to him.
"Mike, now? We're still ahead!" Chris Collinson said.
"I can see the scorer clearly, old man. I called this timeout because I don't want to see the boys on the opposite side find their own rhythm. A timeout can sometimes cool down their hands, and the blood can also cool down.
Cool down," Mike Krzyzewski said.
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"Hey! Duke girls! Do you need a break? So early? Do you need me to buy you a bottle to give him strength? Our party is not over yet!" Bill Hunter stood on the court and looked at Duke's
The players came off the field and shouted.
Looking at this scene alone, you might think that this guy has the upper hand in the game, but in fact, he has been beaten to death by Duntay Jones' breakthrough, and he is just holding on for dear life at this time.
"Bill! We're off the field! Blake must have thought of a suitable tactic for us to kill Duke! Hurry up!" Larry Freddy called his teammates off the field!
When all the players gathered around, Blake Dolan did not sit down and pick up the tactical board this time. Instead, he stood there and scanned the players around him. Everyone of the five players on the field was sweating, even DJ Mben
Plus, there were beads of sweat on their bald heads, but they still looked indifferent, staring at themselves, as if they would jump on them at any time and fight their opponents again if they said something.
With a background in psychology, he certainly knew the reason why Mike Krzyzewski called a timeout at this time. It was simply to let the blood of his players stop boiling and their morale stagnate slightly, so that they could take advantage of the situation and continue to increase the score, while he
What we need to do is to use this short pause to boost their morale again and make their blood not only boil, but burn!
"You are very good. As a coach, I am impeccable. Although our score is slightly behind now, that is not your problem. Your offense, defense and even your mentality have never been as good as at this moment! I
Proud of you! Princeton is proud of you! I can fight with you this season, this is the best memory of my life!" Blake Dolan said as he looked around the players.
"Coach! So are we! But now is not a good time to reminisce! Come! Tell us! How to tear the damn blue-skinned devil apart!" Tony Young said impatiently. He really couldn't stand being ravaged by Redick again and again, in front of
He scored on a face shot.
"Of course! Tell me about the trouble you encountered? Larry, tell me!" Blake Dolan looked at point guard Larry Freddy and asked.
"We have no problem offensively, at least we can continue to operate tactically. However, defensively, we can clearly see Duke's tactical intentions, but we are unable to do anything because we are far behind in individual defense ability!" Larry
As a point guard, Freddy is very aware of the situation on the court.
"Tell me your plan!" Black Dolan asked urgently and quickly.
"Change defensive tactics! Give up man-to-man defense! I suggest focusing the defense on the outside! The core of their tactics is shooting guard JJ Redick, let's increase our defense against him!" Larry Freddy said almost without thinking.
came out.
"If it were a test, I would give you a B+, but this is a battlefield, and your answer will make your team doomed. Their core is not Redick, but a balanced drive shaft inside and outside. Sheldon Williams
Steve and Chris Duhon, Redick is just the beneficiary of this tactic. He is an illusion, a phantom that you can pounce on but get nothing! What we have to do is to let this illusion exist, but cannot be refracted.
Show any light! Harry Fergus! Replaced Tony Young after the timeout. Tony, you put too much focus on offense. The best way to deal with this kind of shooting guard is to use glue to stick yourself to him.
Let's take a break together and see what Harry does! Harry, don't worry about where the basketball is. In your eyes, you just need to nail that white boy. As soon as he catches the ball, you stick to him! Stick to him tightly.
If the situation is urgent, even a foul! To be honest, Redick is not a tough guy, he is just a piece of bread, making a good show for them!" Blake Dolan said...
"Yes! Coach!" said Harry Fergus.
Although Tony Young was a little unhappy, he still bumped fists with Harry Fergus:
"Harry, say hello to those bastards for me!"
Blake Dolan continued:
"Tony Young is off the field. Harry's offensive ability is somewhat behind Tony Young. Therefore, we have made some changes in our tactics. That is to say, the remaining four of you have to do the work of five people, and you need to make more runs.
Only with more intersperses can you deceive your opponents and deceive them into scoring! There are still thirty-five seconds before the timeout ends, and you have thirty seconds to look at my tactical board!"
After saying that, Black Dolan picked up the tactical board. On it were the tactical lines that had been drawn up a long time ago. Arrangements had already been made between the virtual and the actual.
The players' eyes were fixed on the tactical board, fearing that if they missed something, it would lead to irreparable consequences. However, Blake Dolan did not explain this time, but just looked at them quietly. The explanation at this time would only make them unable to concentrate.
Spirit.
It was like setting an alarm clock. When thirty seconds passed, Blake Dolan said:
"How's it going? Did you remember it?"
The five players nodded. A few lines were nothing to them. Their daily professional research curves were much more complicated than this.
"Very good, we used Harry Foggs as the stripped chess piece, and what they paid was Redis. Believe me, the second timeout! Duke will still call first, and they must not be able to sit still! Because they lost more than
We are more serious, we lost a shooting guard, they lost a scoring point! Come on! Boys! I'm ready for the Gatorade for the next timeout!" Blake Dolan shouted.
"Let's go! Brothers!" Bill Hunter shouted.
"Bill!" Blake Dolan suddenly called Bill Hunter. Bill Hunter turned his head in confusion, only to see his young coach giving him a thumbs up:
"You did a great job. I mean, in this game, you showed me some leadership qualities. Those swear words are not just swear words."
A smile appeared on Birhant's dark face, his white teeth shining in the light:
"Of course, I know my dirty words sometimes have a big effect! Come on, guys! Let's go ahead and fuck Duke's bitches!"
After saying that, he rushed towards the field excitedly.
Black Dolan frowned: "Shit! It seems that my compliment was wrong!"
