The Whip of the God of Basketball

After the opening ceremony, the game started on time at 7:00 p.m. When Bucks center Tim Thomas and Celtics center Mark Blunt scrambled for the ball in the middle circle, the audience erupted in a small burst of excitement. cheer. For more than a hundred days, the NBA has been silent. For those fans, this jump ball means a new beginning, and the new season has finally arrived.

Leon sat on the sidelines and heard the cheers, and took a deep breath. The atmosphere made him a little excited. He recalled the feeling of watching football in the Garden Square when he was a child, although the atmosphere at the scene was a hundred times crazier than now times, but the parquet floor of TD North Shore Garden still retains the taste of the past.

"How does it feel, is it completely different from the summer league?" O'Brien, who was sitting next to Leon, asked Leon in a low voice. During the summer league, O'Brien was the interim head coach of the Celtics. , At that time, Leon was sitting next to him to record data.

"Yes, it feels a bit hot. I don't like the tie around my neck. It's too noisy. It's harder to concentrate than in the training hall." Leon said as he tugged the tie around his neck. He didn't like to tie it. tie.

"Just get used to it. Sitting on the bench in the NBA is also a hard job. It tests your strength, patience and ass... Oh, what is Rodman doing." O'Brien returned to the court.

Leon turned his head and saw the ball went out of the sideline. A pass from the Celtics was destroyed by a Bucks player. Rodman took the ball and sent it to the sideline. As a result, he held the ball and chatted with a little girl on the sidelines. For days, when the referee was about to call a five-second violation, he passed the ball again, and then continued to chat with the little girl.

In the end, Rodman shook hands with the little girl before returning to the field, but Kenny Anderson had already thrown the ball in his hand, and with a bang, the ball hit the left side of the basket, and Tim Thomas Grab the backcourt rebound.

Leon looked and shook his head. Kenny Anderson is really not in good condition. The point guard born in 1970 is just in his early thirties. Time, but the premise is that he must take good care of his body so that the parts can still be used after he has worked hard in the league for ten years.

Apparently Kenny Anderson isn't the kind of temperate guy.

The Bucks have launched a transition attack, and they are advancing rapidly. On the back line, facing Kenny Anderson is Sam Cassell, a very ugly but very powerful player.

He received the ball from Thomas and quickly dribbled across the half court. Leon sat on the sidelines and could see that this guy was very fast and the advancing line was very tricky. Hindered Kenny - Anderson's pursuit - and Anderson didn't want to defend well.

As soon as Cassell was close to the three-point line, he slowed down, protected the ball, and pushed Kenny Anderson behind him with his butt. He had completely lost his defensive position. Sam Cassell pushed Anderson and hit the free throw line on the left A nearby mid-range shot hit.

"It's a beautiful shot, and the rhythm is really good...Kenny's condition is worrying. I don't know if he has been to the nightclub recently." O'Brien scratched his head while watching Kassel's attack.

It was also a direct attack from the point guard, and Anderson completely forcibly shot the shot. Before the ball left his fingertips, Leon knew that the ball would most likely not be scored. Cassel, on the other hand, was unhurried, while observing his teammates' running positions, while using his body to create a shooting space for himself, and easily hit two points, which is enough to see the difference in state between the two.

Leon didn't answer O'Brien's words, but he knew that Kenny Anderson's energy had been focused on the divorce lawsuit with his wife recently, and it seemed that he would not have the extra energy to go to nightclubs to have fun every night. But obviously, he did not train very hard in the summer. For professional players, the state of the new game is directly proportional to the amount of sweat you shed in the summer.

After three rounds, the Celtics played in a mess. Rodman didn't know what was going on in his mind. Although he didn't find anyone to chat with, his attention was obviously not on the game, but kept on playing. winking at the audience.

Anderson was out of game, and he gave up on the initiative after trying a mid-range jumper, and he seemed to know that his state was not good. In comparison, the Bucks' back line is in good condition. Sam Cassell, the point guard who won the championship with the team when he first entered the league in 1994, has the temperament of a natural old ball, without Anderson's gorgeous dribbling And breakthroughs, there are only calm points and cunning shot choices.

At two minutes and twenty-six seconds into the first quarter, Cassel dribbled the ball slowly through the pick-and-roll, and then made a cross pass to Ray Allen in the bottom corner. Ray Allen Hands up and down, hit a three-pointer. The score became 9:2, with the Bucks leading by 7 points.

"So fast, so steady." Leon held his chin and watched Ray Allen's three-pointer, thinking in his heart.

This is the most crisp and sharp three-point shooter he has seen so far. The big legs provide stability and sufficient elasticity. The strong abdominal muscles and deltoid muscles are like a chassis and a tripod, making the ball in his hand like a knife. Drive sharply into the center of the opponent's position.

Leon opened his notebook and used dots and lines on the blank page to briefly draw Ray Allen's basic posture when shooting, and then pointed out a few key points of force. In the past, he just watched the video, but now he can get close Observing Ray Allen's shooting, Leon wanted to reveal the secret with his own eyes.

And O'Brien couldn't sit still anymore, he started to stand up from the bench, he didn't want to call a timeout, the preseason needs to give the players more time to adapt and adjust, but the players are really in poor condition, he wants to remind them.

But as soon as O'Brien opened his mouth, he thought that he couldn't speak loudly at all, and his throat was swollen like a walnut. He licked his lips, pointed to Vogel sitting off the court, and then said into his ear: "Tell them to run, pay attention to returning to defense, and press the defense to play."

The Celtics are lazy on the court, which is not what Pitino's team should have. Pressing the whole court is one of his team building purposes.

Vogel looked a little nervous. Although he loves basketball, not everyone can yell at the court like a head coach, especially in such a formal venue. Like a coach, teach those stars who are worth millions or tens of millions.

"Run, strengthen your defense, press the whole court, speed up your speed, don't be lazy." Vogel shouted at the court as much as possible, but in a noisy arena, such a voice And the tone is like a mud cow into the sea. The players on the field ignored him, what to do or what to do.

After Vogel finished shouting, he looked back at O'Brien. He looked like a child who had messed up the task assigned to him by the teacher. He pursed his lips tightly and frowned. O'Brien shook his head at him. Signal him to go back to the bench and sit down.

O'Brien ticked Leon again, and Leon was still studying Ray Allen's shooting posture diagram, but he still saw O'Brien's gesture from the corner of his eye, he closed his notebook and went straight Went to the sidelines.

O'Brien hooked his shoulders and whispered to him, "Tell them to run, pay attention to returning to defense, and press the defense to play."

Leon looked at O'Brien and said to him: "They won't listen. How can I make them play a tight defense by shouting twice from the sidelines? I can at most make them cheer up."

"Okay, then let them cheer up, if you can." O'Brien's voice became smaller and smaller, and his throat couldn't take it anymore.

Leon walked to a place close to the sideline. He was majestic and stood with his arms folded. Although he could only be considered a small man in the NBA where there were so many giants, he looked like an old coach in terms of momentum.

He didn't yell at the players in a hurry, but observed the situation on the field carefully. This time it was the Celtics attacking, the ball was in Walker's hands, and he faced the Bucks one-on-one with his back at 45 degrees on the right. Star Glenn Robinson, this is a confrontation between the facades of the two teams.

Leon knew that he should not make a sound at this time, but let the players deal with the situation. Walker also felt that he needed a booster to come out and swim, so he leaned on Robinson, and after a couple of trials, he turned around suddenly and used sensitive small steps to straighten Killed the basket, then withstood Tim Thomas' supplementary defense, and forced the ball into the basket.

"YES!" Leon clenched his fist and yelled, and then he put two fingers of his right hand into his mouth and blew a loud whistle, and then shouted: "Run! My-boys, Run! (Run up boys! )”

Encouraged by Walker's layup, and awakened by Leon's whistles and chants suddenly on the sidelines, it seemed that the players had just started to adapt to the game. The whole court is pressing.

This made the Bucks very uncomfortable. Cassel passed the half with difficulty, but the pass was picked up by Dennis Rodman. Rodman was like a galloping wild horse, striding forward with two long legs. With green hair, he dribbles toward an empty half court.

When Rodman dunks the ball with ease, the TD North Shore Gardens finally started to heat up, reaching a small climax, and some fans wearing Rodman's No. 71 began to wave everything they could. .

After scoring a goal, Rodman ran back with his head held high and his unique running posture with high legs. When he ran near the Celtics coaching bench, Leon stretched out his left hand, and Rodman used it tacitly. His left hand struck him, without unnecessary movements, or even making eye contact, as if they had cooperated together for more than ten years.

"More-Defense! (Defense more hard!)" Leon called the shots like a real coach, and the Celtics finally started to find their own form in the preseason.

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