"Stop! I've said it eight times, why can't you understand? It's difficult to defend yourself against the big ones, but you still choose to be tough, do you think you are P.J. Tucker or Chasing Green?"
Some vague pictures, several unfamiliar figures, and a familiar roar appeared in Long Xiaochuan's mind.
A few months before he graduated and left school, he wanted to say goodbye to the school basketball team with regret. When he was standing and hesitating outside the gym, he heard the bald Liu Bo who had fired him criticizing the new players.
The voice floated out through the crack in the door: "I will tell you one last time, the key to defending the small in the basket against the large is..."
As a former point guard of the school team, Long Xiaochuan usually didn't pay much attention to and learn these inside confrontation skills. Only that day, he regarded this as his last lesson in college and listened very carefully.
His thoughts drifted away and he focused on the game in front of him. Long Xiaochuan already knew how to deal with Shi Lang.
His eyes became firm, and he took the initiative to stick to Shi Lang when he kicked off the ball. He lunged, raised his elbows to fight, and defended exactly the same as before.
After three consecutive confrontations with Shi Lang in post-up singles, he has figured out the opponent's power generation method and tactical characteristics. Similarly, the opponent has also adapted to the intensity of his confrontation.
On this kind of key ball, almost everyone will choose a safe and effective way to attack, and Shi Lang is no exception.
He turned his back, stuck out his butt and pressed against Long Xiaochuan's front leg. He used his center of gravity to move his legs back to exert force, pushing half a step towards the basket with every impact.
Long Xiaochuan keenly noticed something strange: "His strength is smaller than before?"
He understood that Shi Lang was too cunning and did not believe that he would sit still and wait for death, so he was still cautiously testing when he was sure of victory.
He immediately responded and kicked the ground with all his strength, pushing Shi Lang back half a step in an instant.
The two collided head-on twice, but Long Xiaochuan was again defeated due to his weight and strength.
The two of them have reached the free throw line and are within the range of Shi Lang's hook shot. Now the opponent only needs to turn around, hold the basketball high with one hand and put it gently into the basket, and the game is over!
Long Xiaochuan was still resisting simply and forcefully, as if he was really at his wits end and had no effective means of restriction.
He is gambling.
Bet on Shi Lang's pride and arrogance, bet that this guy will never end the game with a mediocre hook in the face of a huge advantage: "He will definitely squeeze to the basket and choose to dunk!"
Sure enough, after three consecutive tests, Shi Lang bent his waist and slammed backwards, launching the final blow.
At that moment, he even thought about it. This ball must be dunked with both hands. Not only must it be hung on the frame, but he must also do pull-ups on it. It is best to pull down the basketball stand like before. He will break and temper the backboard.
He turned around and left while the glass was flying, and made an arrogant gesture of cutting his throat to celebrate...
However, just when he was using all his strength to prepare for a collision and take off for a dunk, he suddenly felt that there was nothing behind him. Not only did his body lose the perception of Long Xiaochuan, but he also felt that there was nothing behind him that could bear any force.
It feels like the moment you are about to sit down, someone suddenly pulls you off the stool without any precautions!
"Oops!"
His heart skipped a beat, and his legs instinctively stepped back to find balance. However, he took several steps back without any support. Finally, he fell helplessly to the ground, and the basketball rolled to the side.
There were roars of laughter on the sidelines, and Miss Long’s voice was the loudest: “Haha, why is this person so stupid!”
From the perspective of a bystander, Shi Lang's behavior was indeed stupid. Long Xiaochuan ducked slightly, and there was no further physical contact between the two. The man actually fell there himself.
He slapped his thigh in annoyance and was about to get up when he found Long Xiaochuan reaching out to pull him: "Are you okay?"
After hesitating, Shi Lang did not accept the other party's kindness and got up on his own: "The game is not over yet, you can only use this trick once!"
Yes, the score is still 8:9. Unless Long Xiaochuan hits a three-pointer, it will still be Shi Lang who ends the game next time.
But shooting three-pointers is not easy. Shi Lang is tall and has long arms and a large defensive area. Long Xiaochuan's three-pointers from the outside can easily be blocked. Even if they are not blocked, it is not easy to hit the shot without its interference.
What's more, Shi Lang, who had been humiliated continuously, had completely gone berserk. Now his adrenaline was soaring, his muscles were mobilized, his movements were more flexible and his reactions were faster, and he was always in front of Long Xiaochuan.
He didn't even bother to guard against his opponent's breakthrough. He didn't care whether he was on the left or the right. He just focused on blocking shots and interfering with long-range three-pointers.
Anyway, he only needs to get the next ball to end the game.
Long Xiaochuan had no choice.
He moved around on the outside and pulled horizontally several times but couldn't find any space to shoot.
Shi Lang started talking trash again: "Aren't you going to hit me on the left side? Why didn't you attack me when I got out of the way? I asked you to attack me as you please!"
Long Xiaochuan's face was livid. After the ball was hit like this, compared with the consequences of losing, breaking one's promise and giving in didn't seem that important.
However, he still chose to attack Shi Lang's left side, and while the opponent was talking, he made a fake move of "worshiping to Buddha", pretending to join the ball and look towards the basket to shoot a three-pointer.
As expected, Shi Lang couldn't hold his nerve and came up to block the shot.
Long Xiaochuan immediately gave up the ball, crossed his hands, and took the ball to the right, just outside the three-point line at a 45-degree angle on the right side of the frame.
This is an excellent position, and the hit rate for open shots is very high!
However, Shi Lang's talent was so good that he immediately adjusted his posture when he found out that he had been deceived, and turned around to intercept as soon as he landed. His arms and body collapsed straight, his fingertips barely touched the edge of the basketball, and then he shouted: "No!"
As expected, the ball bounced out of the frame, and there was a sigh in Long Xiaochuan's ears.
He shook his head helplessly, the chance to win that he had finally won was wasted.
It was Shi Lang's turn to attack and once again grasped the match point, his mood seemed to become lighter.
This time it was still a back-up shot, but he gathered his strength and slowly moved towards the basket, keeping his center of gravity stable.
In this case, Long Xiaochuan could no longer use the "withdraw the stool" tactic, and had no other skills except head-on confrontation.
Even if bald Liu Bo comes, he can't come up with new tricks.
After all, for small players, basketball is not a fair sport. Other small and large defensive methods such as "defense around the front" and "blocking to help defend" are all intended to restrict and interfere with the opponent's ball. In this kind of
Useless in a one-on-one situation.
Seeing that the two men were near the free throw line again, everyone in the Lei village was sweating for Long Xiaochuan, and there was an endless stream of cheering and encouraging voices.
And Long Xiaochuan himself became anxious.
He couldn't guess whether Shi Lang would continue to slam dunk with the iron next, or throw a cold arrow with a small hook. No matter which choice the opponent made, it meant that he was going to lose, and it meant that these three Yucun boys could walk out swaggeringly.
Zhaizi means that Lei Zhai has been humiliated again.
His brain was working rapidly, and after going through all the football skills and tactics he had learned in his life, he found that he only had one choice left.