basketball dreams

Chapter 103 Zhuge Popovich
Who is Popovich?The existence of the Basketball Hall of Fame has been reserved before retirement. Not to mention the greatest in the history of the league, at least the top three head coaches.

After playing in the league for so many years, even his eyelashes are empty, how can he not see the tricks played by the Cavaliers?
"Almost gave up defense to speed up. Although the score has been stretched, it has successfully exhausted our physical strength, and then suddenly slowed down to play individual singles, using the physical strength of young people to chase points. What a smart kid. It would be great if we could get it..." Popovich looked at Li Yunchen, who was running on the field, smiling while the team was being chased for points, as if he didn't care about the current disadvantage.

"Head coach, what should we do? We won't be caught up by them before halftime, right?" Next to Popovich, backup power forward Anderson was sitting.

But Popovich, who heard this, was unmoved at all, and still didn't mean to call a timeout.

"Coach?" Anderson called him again.

"Don't worry, everything is still under my control, let me watch Li Yunchen play more." Popovich didn't turn his head, his eyes still stayed on the court.

Anderson: "..."

At this time, there are only more than 40 seconds left before the end of the second quarter, but the situation on the court has not eased because of the passage of time. The Cavaliers' offensive is still very fierce, and they continue to carry out singles.

At this time, the defender they targeted was no longer Rudy Gay, but Aldridge, who was older inside.

Adelaide is also quite uncomfortable, because like Gay, he can't keep up with his own thinking, and defense doesn't work at all.

"唰" and "唰" were another two rounds of offense. Love beat Ade twice one-on-one, and his strength was shocking.

"Beep!" At this time, the whistle sounded at the end of halftime, and the Cavaliers had successfully narrowed the point difference to only 4 points. The advantage that the Spurs had finally established in the two quarters was filled by the Cavaliers in just 2 minutes.

When they left the field, everyone on the Spurs looked very bad, and they were blown out by the opponent in the last 2 minutes.

"Bang!" As soon as he returned to the locker room, Guy slammed his fist on the seat, venting his anger.

Being hanged and beaten by Li Yunchen, his face was in burning pain.

However, this move of his directly drew Popovich's angry glaring, and he was so frightened that he immediately stood up and dared not speak.

In the Spurs, no one dared to resist the authority of Mr. Popo.

"What's the rush? It's just being chased for a few points, and it's not like we lost the game!" He glared at the starting player with his head down, his brows were tightly knit together.

"Head coach, why is our defense suddenly not working? Why can't we defend one-on-one?" Gay couldn't help but opened his mouth and asked.

Others also cast puzzled eyes.

Popovich snorted coldly, took out a tactical board, and said, "You should also realize that they are using run-and-bomb tactics."

Everyone nodded, they all knew this.

"But what you don't realize is that they suddenly changed their attacking rhythm, and it also consumed a lot of your energy, so that you didn't adjust for a while, and couldn't cope with their rhythm change." He continued.

"Exhausting physical strength? But we didn't feel tired!" Guy objected. Although he was already in his 30s and his physical function was declining, he didn't want to believe that his physical strength could not keep up with others.

Bobo glared at him again, and said: "Actually, your physical strength is not enough. You didn't feel it because the opponent's speed was very slow when defending and attacking. In the eyes of outsiders, you were broken by Li Yunchen. A couple of shots should never have been made because he's just slower than a big center."

"You mean, we are actually very tired, but because their speed is too slow, so we have an illusion that we can keep up?" Compared with the reckless Guy, Ade is obviously much smarter, Gets right to the heart of the matter.

"That's right, the sudden change of rhythm also prevented you from reacting quickly. In the final analysis, they set a trap for you, and the price was that they gave up almost a quarter of defense." Popovich nodded.

"Then what should we do?" Ade asked back.

"It's okay, I have my own way, you just follow my command." Popovich smiled.

At this time, on the other side, the Cavaliers' locker room is full of laughter and laughter. They are all very excited to catch up with the 2-point difference in 10 minutes.

However, compared to his excited teammates, Yun Chen couldn't see a smile on his face. He sat on his seat with his chin resting on his shoulders, staring intently at the replay of the first half that he took from Tai Lue. tactical board.

"Li, what are you looking at?" Osman came over and patted him.

Yun Chen regained consciousness, turned around and said, "I'm watching the replay at the last moment of the second quarter."

"Why are you looking at that?" Osman was surprised.

"Don't you think it's strange? We chased so many points just now, and he didn't call a timeout?" Yun Chen frowned.

"Eh..." Hearing this, Osman was stunned for a moment. He really didn't realize that Yun Chen didn't say anything. It can be said that they fought smoothly just now, and they didn't encounter any obstacles.

"In that situation, he didn't panic at all, and didn't call a timeout... What the hell is Mr. Bobo thinking?" Yun Chen was puzzled.

He vaguely had a very bad premonition, always feeling that something was going to happen in the next game.

In the second quarter just now, he tried his best to consume the opponent's physical strength at the risk of being blown up on the defensive end. Although the effect was achieved, there was still no guarantee that they could win the game.

After all, their head coach is Popovich!

"Oh, I really have a bad premonition." Yun Chen felt a little headache, and fighting Popovich with wits was a very brain-consuming thing.

The 15-minute intermission passed very quickly. After 15 minutes, the two sides returned to the field and the second half of the game began.

The lineup has not changed, and the Cavaliers still send their starters to fight.

On the other side, the Spurs have surprisingly made a lot of personnel adjustments at this time.

Neither Adelaide nor Gay played, and they were replaced by Anderson and Shane Whittington.

"What does this mean?" Everyone in the Cavaliers was surprised, and Popovich's operation was incomprehensible.

Anderson was fine, but that Shane Whittington had no impression at all, and a proper water dispenser administrator was actually sent on the scene.

But the surprise is the surprise, the game still has to continue.

"Beep!" The referee whistled, and the second half began, and the Spurs had the ball.

Mills pushed forward with the ball, and after halftime passed the ball to Anderson, who was in the mid-range position. This substitute was going to single out Love as soon as he came up!

"Master Bobo, have you finally made a move..." Seeing this scene, Yun Chen licked his lips.

However, he really didn't believe that Anderson could beat Love single-handedly.

But... When he first came up with this idea, Anderson in the middle distance faced Love, but he directly swayed the defense, and picked a basket to score.

"This..." Yun Chen's eyes widened. The two players were not at the same level. How did he beat Love?
"Le Fu, what's going on?" Yun Chen looked at him.

"I... I don't know either." Le Fu scratched his head with an innocent face, he didn't even know how he leaked people.

"Forget it, defend well and hit the next ball back." Yun Chen sighed, turned around and ran back to defend.

It's okay to miss a goal on the defensive end, as long as the offensive end hits back, they will definitely win in the end.

However ... when the Cavaliers began to attack, the problem appeared again.

"Slap!" Facing Whittington's individual singles, Osman chose the same offensive method as at the end of the second quarter, but this time he was directly slapped with a slap, a solid big hat.

In the second half, with one offense and one defense, the Cavaliers lost all, and the rhythm they finally found at the end of the second quarter was lost just like that.

The balance of victory has tilted towards the Spurs again.

"I knew something would happen, Mr. Bobo, you really deserve to be Zhuge." Yun Chen whispered.

(End of this chapter)