Basketball boy, starting to shine from the slam dunk

The game is over, and the academy has left.

The players of the No. [-] Middle School basketball team were retained by Yang Guohui, and they had to make a post-match summary.

It can't be over after the game is over, but also needs to be summarized and checked for omissions to fill in the gaps, so that we can learn from it and make progress and improvement.

Since there is no video, there is no way to analyze the video.Of course, even if there is no time to do video editing.But Yang Guohui has his own way, he took out a small notebook, all of which are his game records.

"An Xin." Yang Guohui called out.

An Xin understood and handed over a form.

This is statistics. The first row is the player's name and jersey number, and the back is the player's personal data, including points, rebounds, steals, assists, blocks, assists, and turnovers.

These items are regular data items in basketball games, in addition to two-point shooting percentage, three-point shooting percentage, and free throw percentage.

A series of data combined can basically reflect the performance of a player in this game.

After reading the statistics and comparing the data with the records in his own notebook, Yang Guohui said: "In today's game, we played pretty well as a whole. The offensive efficiency is good, and the tactics are well developed. But on defense We still need to strengthen, and we haven't done enough to switch defenses, make up defenses, and the necessary assistance defenses."

Listen, the players nod in unison.

This can be seen from the fact that Gao Yiyang and Yu Rui scored a lot of points.

What's more, the players know how well they defend themselves.

"This has something to do with the lack of tacit understanding between the old and new players. I need to practice more after I finish, so I won't say more here." Yang Guohui mentioned it in one sentence, and didn't get entangled in this issue. The establishment of a defensive system did not happen overnight. The tacit understanding between old and new players cannot be cultivated in three to five days, and there is no rush.

He changed the subject: "Now let me talk about your personal performance."

"Yuan Feng, you're doing pretty well on both ends of the offense and defense, but you should be a little faster when you make up defense and delay."

"Han Hui, rebounding was originally your strong point, but you couldn't show it today, so you should review it carefully. Also, don't make me look handsome on the court, and cut off your bangs later."

Han Hui listened modestly to the first sentence, but when he heard the second sentence, he was startled and said with a bitter face, "Isn't it okay if I don't play handsome anymore? The head can be broken, and the hairstyle can't be messed up. I already know that, the coach." wrong."

Yang Guohui glanced at him, didn't say yes, didn't say no, turned to look at Xiao Qingyang: "Xiao Qingyang, you played well on the offensive end, but there is still the problem, resisting physical confrontation, especially against big players. Let me be tougher and learn more from Zhuang Yu, Zhuang Yu is only 1.8 meters, but he is not at all afraid of hitting the inside line."

In fact, for a freshman in high school, Xiao Qingyang's performance today is already very good.

But Yang Guohui placed high hopes on him, so the requirements were extraordinarily high.

"Oh." Xiao Qingyang responded, subconsciously glanced at Zhuang Yu, and muttered unconvinced, "Isn't it just to break through and hit the basket? I can do it too."

Afterwards, Yang Guohui commented on the past one by one, affirming the good aspects of the players and pointing out the bad aspects of the players.

Finally, it was Zhuang Yu's turn.

"Zhuang Yu." Yang Guohui looked at Zhuang Yu.

For a moment, everyone turned their heads and looked at Zhuang Yu, wondering how the coach would comment on Zhuang Yu.

So many eyes were focused on himself, Zhuang Yu felt a little uncomfortable, scratched his face and said, "Tell me, coach, I'll listen."

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"Ha ha."

Seeing his reaction, Yang Guohui actually laughed and said, "You played very well today, and you sent out 12 assists, far exceeding my expectations. But the reason why you have so many assists today is because of your The breakthrough is sharp enough, and it can always disrupt the opponent's defense and make it easier for teammates to score. In turn, it is also because Yuan Feng and Xiao Qingyang restrain the defense that you can be so easy."

"In other words, although you have more assists today, it doesn't mean how good your pass is, understand?"

After clicking Zhuang Yu at the right time, Yang Guohui said softly, "So you need to practice more in the future to further improve your passing skills and organizational skills."

Zhuang Yu hurriedly agreed and heaved a sigh of relief.

After summarizing, commenting and giving guidance, Yang Guohui put away his notebook: "We will go to the No. [-] Middle School the day after tomorrow for the second warm-up match. Everyone, prepare well."

"Disband!"

......

When Zhuang Yu returned to the class, Zhao Yuanhao, Wu Xi, and Li Guangmao gathered together and chatted about today's game.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan came.

Seeing that she was holding a bottle of drink in her hand and looking shy, Zhao Yuanhao winked at Wu Xi and the others, but did not dodge.

Several people dispersed.

Zhuang Yu had a headache, thought for a while and said, "Let's go out and talk."

When I came outside, before Zhang Yuan could speak, Zhuang Yu said, "Zhang Yuan, I'm very busy every day, besides going to class, I also have training and competitions. I don't have time or interest in dating. Really, it's not you No, it's just..."

"I see." Before she finished speaking, Zhang Yuan interrupted, holding the drink bottle tightly with her little hand, lowering her head and saying, "I won't affect you."

After speaking, she stuffed the drink into Zhuang Yu's hand, then trotted all the way back to the classroom, leaving Zhuang Yu in the corridor.

Looking at the drink in his hand, Zhuang Yu smiled wryly and shook his head.

When Zhuang Yu returned to his seat, Zhao Yuanhao nudged him and asked in a low voice, "Why did you make Zhang Yuan cry?"

"Crying?" Zhuang Yu was taken aback, subconsciously turned his head to look, but was held back by the fat man, "What are you looking at, do you want to go over and comfort me?"

Zhuang Yu had no choice but to give up.

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......

A day later, the No. [-] Middle School basketball team ushered in the second warm-up match.

The venue for this competition is Eighth Middle School.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the players gathered at the school gate, and then took the bus to the No. [-] Middle School.

When I came to the No. [-] Middle School basketball hall, I saw that the players of No. [-] Middle School were already warming up, and there were many students of No. [-] Middle School sitting in the auditorium.

"Trash No. [-]."

"You are bound to lose, just wait and cry."

Some people booed and yelled at the field.

The last game was in the No. [-] Middle School, and the players who were booed were the No. [-] Middle School players. Now that the positions have been changed, Zhuang Yu feels somewhat uncomfortable.

"Don't worry about it." Yuan Feng said with a smile.

Han Hui hugged Zhuang Yu's shoulders, and after the last "air pick-up and eating cake", he was very affectionate to Zhuang Yu: "This is just a warm-up match. When there are more people in the city league audience, the boos will be even louder." Big, just treat them as air."

Hearing the boos from the audience, Zhuang Yu closed his eyes for a while to get used to it, and said with a smile, "I was not used to it just now, but it's much better now."

Ha ha......

Several old players laughed in relief.