Growing Freely Chapter 155 Thunder and Bloody Nature
The second quarter of the game ended in fine rain and fog.
The crowd on the sidelines stood up one after another to see if the game would be interrupted due to rain.
No formal basketball games will be held in the rain, except for "village basketball".
The reason why the game must be played is not because of the desire to win, but because everyone does not want to let the more than 20,000 people who come to cheer for the game go to waste.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The lights around the stadium came on one after another.
Needless to say, bright light is enough to soothe people's hearts.
Everyone immediately put on their raincoats, opened their umbrellas, and some put cheering stainless steel basins on their heads, and continued to watch the game with peace of mind.
Taking advantage of the break, Long Xiaomei and her cheerleading team finally got a chance to perform.
They walked onto the court to the beat of music and used cheerleading to show their passionate youthful vitality.
Long Xiaochuan walked to the sidelines to rest and was treated as a hero. Pan Lei and others rushed to high-five him to celebrate. After all, the one-on-one and counterattack goal just now was too exciting.
Long Xiaochuan was more excited than anyone else. He clenched his fists and slapped his chest and shouted loudly: "See, they are also human beings. They will make mistakes and fall down. It's nothing special!"
After speaking, he looked at Shi Lang with a reproachful look: "The game is not played with words! If you want to win, you have to take action! What were you doing when I ran back to save the ball just now?"
Shi Lang lowered his head guiltily.
At the beginning of today's game, he was like a troll and kept expressing bad emotions to his teammates.
From "Long Xiaochuan, what are you doing?" to "Long Xiaochuan, what else do you want?" and "Long Xiaochuan, what are you doing?", they are always trying to provoke trouble against Long Xiaochuan.
But just now, Long Xiaochuan stood up. What about him? He has been walking on the field?
Liu Dingding was dissatisfied and wanted to say a few words for Shi Lang: "But without Shi Lang, that three-pointer would not have been made!"
Shi Lang waved his hand and stopped Liu Dingding's good intentions: "Stop talking! We didn't play well in the first half. We were scared and timid from the beginning, thinking that our skills were inferior to others!"
"Yes! We should play with the idea of winning from the beginning!"
Long Xiaochuan's eyes flashed with a kind of belief. His rain-wet hair was stuck together in strands. After he wiped it back randomly, it stood up like an anime Super Saiyan.
He reached out his hand again.
Shi Lang didn't hesitate this time and shook it tightly. Others gathered around, everyone stretched out their hands and shook them with everyone, and then they shouted three times in succession:
"Thunder!"
"Thunder!"
"Thunder!"
At this moment, Yu Yan and other team members all looked at them with reverence, as if they were looking at a savior to pull them out of the huge disadvantage of 12:44.
Long Zaiyuan looked at them with relief and took the initiative to take responsibility: "I was conservative in this game. Each of you is good, no worse than your opponent!"
After saying that, he changed his tactics and arranged for Pan Lei, Du Gangnan, Luo Gaozhan and others to come on as substitutes, replacing Shi Lang, Xue Zhuang and Gao Fu.
This substitution is confusing to everyone. He is obviously going to play with great momentum to chase points, but why is he replaced with a defensive shortcoming like Luo Gaozhan? Is he better than Shi Lang?
Long Zaiyuan raised his eyebrows: "Of course Lao Luo is not as strong as Shi Lang, but he is easier to use than Shi Lang!"
Shi Lang and Liu Dingding stood up at the same time, and Liu Dingding was the first to express his dissatisfaction: "If you have any objections, just say it directly, don't be weird!"
Long Zaiyuan was not angry. He laughed and caught some rainwater with his uninjured hand: "Don't be convinced. Playing on such a slippery ground, Luo Gaozhan has an advantage."
Shi Lang sneered. It's not like he has never played on rainy days. He even beat Lei Zhai 66:1 on March 3rd. What ability does Luo Gaozhan have?
Long Zaiyuan was confident: "If you don't believe it, please wait and see!"
When the players from both sides came back on the field, they immediately felt something was wrong.
The outdoor basketball court is a conventional paint surface, and it becomes very slippery after rainwater hits it. In addition, the basketball is stained with water and feels very bad, so many mistakes were made.
At that time, the Longjiao team had the ball, Lu Xiao advanced with the ball, and Long Xiaochuan stepped forward to press the defense.
Lu Xiao originally planned to pull the ball to change direction and break through, but he didn't expect that his left foot suddenly slipped when he kicked off the ground. His right leg had already taken a big step and could not be taken back, so he did a big split in front of the entire audience.
Long Xiaochuan caught his opponent's mistake, picked up the basketball and launched a counterattack, but as soon as he started, his foot slipped and he sat on the ground.
The two men fell down one after another, but in fact they were only one or two seconds apart.
Amidst the exclamations of the audience, Long Xiaochuan stood up immediately, but Lu Xiao pinched his thigh with a look of pain on his face.
Long Xiaochuan pushed the ball out of the court: "Referee, he is injured!"
The medical staff on the sidelines rushed in to check and confirmed that it was a muscle strain and not serious, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
As Lu Xiao limped out of the court, the Longjiao team made full substitutions. The main players Zhang Yan, Wang Wenwu, Qiao Bilan and Zhu Rui all took a rest, and Wei Shang and other substitute players were used to finish the second half.
Zhang Yan had a clear mind. Their players were tall and tall, and they were best at rushing into the paint and dunking. These skills and tactics were all restricted by the rain-soaked ground.
For them, the outcome of this game is of little significance, and it is not worth getting injured and delaying subsequent provincial leagues, regional competitions, etc.
Long Zaiyuan asked his nephew concernedly to confirm that he could continue to play, and then sent a signal to the players. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the opponent coming on the bench, he let go of the game and rushed to chase points.
Pan Lei had already received secret instructions to use his super pick-and-roll advantage of his fat body to create long-range shooting opportunities for Long Xiaochuan and Yang Yaye.
They cooperated tacitly, and Yang Yaye felt hot again, and soon launched a wave of counterattack climax, narrowing the point difference to 20 points.
On the Longjiao team's bench, Zhang Yan couldn't sit still anymore and stood on the sidelines to direct the players on the court to play more cooperatively: "Just catch that 1.6-meter-tall player. You are 2 meters tall and you can't just shoot casually?"
Yes, when the Longjiao team players shot, Luo Gaozhan didn't guard them at all, he didn't even bother to stretch his hands.
But this does not mean that Luo Gaozhan is failing. On the contrary, he is using his own efforts and his talent of predicting the landing point to fight for rebounds and tip the balance of victory.
Because the inside players are afraid of falling, they don't dare to jump hard to fight for rebounds. They prefer to stay in position and wait for the ball to fall on their heads, as high as they can reach with one tiptoe.
But at such a height, everyone can grab it, and the basketball is also slippery, so it is difficult to catch it immediately.
So most rebound balls turn into floor balls after they hit the ground.
No one on the scene was shorter, more dexterous, and more accurate in judging the landing point than Luo Gaozhan.
He can always appear in the right place at just the right time, pick up a rebound or floor ball for nothing, and then let the Thunder launch the next attack.