NBA: I am a master dealer

Chapter 39 Adjustment!

This is the end.

The game entered a tug of war.

You come and go on both sides, and the score rises alternately.

Indiana couldn't crack UCLA's catch-up play.

UCLA also couldn't do anything about Xue Liancheng's connection and distribution of the ball.

The game came to the last 5 minutes.

With a score of 56:62, Indiana is still 6 points behind UCLA.

Don Kling called a timeout.

"Xue, how do you feel?"

Seeing Xue Liancheng put his hands on his knees and gasping for breath, old man Kelin couldn't help asking with concern.

There is no way not to care!
Now Indiana's main scoring is relying on Xue Liancheng's catch and sudden points, and quickly transfer the ball.

Or Xue Liancheng's sudden cold arrow.

The conventional pick-and-roll tactics like Hash and Feng Lai no longer work in this game.

In addition, Feng Lai provided a little help to Xue Liancheng, and occasionally he could use his height and wingspan to hit one.

Xue Liancheng waved his hands again and again, "I'm fine..."

At present, his scoring and assist data are mediocre. If he hadn't watched the game live, no one would have thought that his role is indispensable to the team.

of course.

This is not the point.

The point is that this game has been fought so far, he just wants to win.

If they win, they will be the top 32.

By then, he might be able to make a bigger impression in a nationally televised game.

Now is the anxious stage, the old man Kelin dare not let Xue Liancheng rest even for a minute, he can see that Xue Liancheng is tired, but there is no other way, he can only use the pause time to adjust Xue Liancheng, "You sit down first take a break."

Xue Liancheng was not hypocritical, and walked towards the bench.

Assistant coach Jason directly called the substitutes to stand up, and one of them, named Davidson, even brought him a cushion.

Ok?
this live.

He did it before.

Even got this Davidson a cushion.

Unexpectedly, one day, the status between them was reversed, and it was Davidson's turn to get the cushion for him.

It can be said that the world is impermanent, the large intestine wraps the small intestine.

Secretly sighing, he sat down unceremoniously.

He has no time to think about these things now. In this game, he is basically either running or on the way of running, and has been maintaining high-intensity physical contact. His physical fitness is indeed about to bottom out. He has to hurry up. time to rest.

Now UCLA's defensive strength against him is already terrible.

The last 5 minutes is the real bayonet fight stage.

UCLA's defense against him will definitely be upgraded to another level, so physical fitness is extremely important to him.

Without physical fitness, any movement will be deformed. If you are not careful, you may trip yourself and make a mistake, let alone a shot.

Come in a blink of an eye in 1 minute.

Xue Liancheng felt that he only took two breaths, and he was about to play again.

"Klin, I have a suggestion. It's like this. Hash's effect is infinitely weakened. In addition, due to his height, defense is a colander. It basically has no effect on the court. Should you consider giving Hash a rest for a while? He regained some energy and made another charge."

Because the first few main players were listening to the tactics just now, they have returned to the field now. When Xue Liancheng passed by, he suddenly heard the conversation between Jason and Old Man Kelin.

He froze for a moment, took Hash down?
Ok?
Seems to be somewhat doable.

Hash can do nothing but support him now.

Jason said Hash didn't make a difference, and that's putting it mildly.

In fact, Hash is simply a negative effect.

That being the case, it is better to let Hash rest, and then play at the last moment, and use the recovered physical strength to make another wave.

in this way.

It might work wonders.

Thinking of this, Xue Liancheng interjected, "I think what Jason said makes sense."

"Ok?"

Old man Kelin frowned when he saw Xue Liancheng talking, and asked, "We have few ball-holding points now, and let Hash come down, who will meet you?"

"This...Davidson is not bad." Xue Liancheng frowned, and looked at Davidson who had brought him the cushion just now.

Davidson serves as a point guard. He is 193cm tall and has good speed. He has good defensive mobility, good breakthrough ability, and a certain awareness of off-ball running and cutting.

But it's just not bad, it's still incomparable with Hash.

The disadvantages are obvious, the three-point shooting ability is fragmented, thin, and the ability to finish at the basket is not good.

Before, Davidson was a normal rotation player.

But with the sudden emergence of Xue Liancheng, Davidson was completely reduced to a drinking fountain watchman.

the reason is simple.

With one ball, it is impossible for three point guards to play, plus Hash and Xue Liancheng played staggeredly for a while.

Directly squeezed Davidson's few playing time.

What's more, Davidson's three-pointers are really fragmented. If they stay on the court, they can't open up space, which is a bit cumbersome.

And as this game is so anxious, Davidson has no chance to play.

Even if he wants to be on the bench, Kling will also be a shooting guard or a small forward who is taller and has better three-point ability.

"His three-point ability is not good, you have no room to break through." Old man Kelin shook his head again.

"You can let him keep running and cutting." Xue Liancheng insisted again.

If Hash stays on the field and drags his feet, the possibility of losing this game is extremely high.

It's better to really take a gamble, let Hash recover his physical fitness, and then hit the basket with all his strength, maybe there is a chance of survival.

Now that Hash is going to be dropped, who will push the ball across half court?
Walton is a forward with basically zero ball-handling skills, while Buckwells is actually a forward with average ball-handling skills.

As for the other substitutes, they are functional players who are not very good at handling the ball, especially in a game of this intensity, don't say old man Klin is worried.

He was actually even more worried.

So besides him holding the ball, who else can he give it to?
Ok?
and many more!

Why did he forget that there is another important person in the team, that is Feng Lai...

They can follow UCLA's example and let a tall man with good vision be the center line.

There is no need to keep the ball in the defender's hands all the time.

in this way.

Doesn't that solve the problem of receiving?

Not to mention.

Feng Lai has a three-point threat, and UCLA absolutely dare not let go.

In this way, isn't it equivalent to pulling out the space?
It's just wonderful!

Thinking of this, Xue Liancheng hurriedly said, "Sir, we can definitely ask Noah to take over, so don't worry about this problem."

"Him? Okay?"

Old man Kelin was stunned for a moment, and asked back.

"His height and wingspan are there, as long as he doesn't dribble to death, I trust him." Xue Liancheng said firmly.

"Klin, take a gamble, otherwise, this game may be our last performance." Jason also suggested.

The old man Kelin was silent for a moment, then he gritted his teeth, "Okay, let's gamble this time, let Hash rest, and make a final charge."

The words fall.

He called a short timeout again.

When Hash heard that he was asked to rest, his eyes widened in vain, with an expression of disbelief.

Old man Kelin explained, "You need to recover your physical fitness quickly. In the final stage, it depends on your performance."

"Understood." Hash turned from sadness to joy, and was entrusted with a heavy responsibility, which made him overjoyed.

Crean glanced back at the bench and finally locked on to Davidson.

"Davidson."

He still followed Xue Liancheng's suggestion and let Davidson take over temporarily.

(End of this chapter)