Fang Yuan is still hesitating about his tactical arrangement.
The scene of strangling Nanchuan No.7 Middle School in the first quarter of Guangzhou No.1 Middle School is still fresh in his mind.
If the opponent can react to defend at the first time or cut off Nanchuan from a certain point, then the whole round of fast break will lose its meaning.
Maybe it’s too demanding for players, especially for this group of high school students who are only seventeen years old. It’s too demanding for them to master the tactics of running and blasting in a few months-even if their opponents don’t understand the basketball tactics, ordinary basketball fans are not professional players, but the quality of opponents who play higher and higher will rise more or less.
Guangzhou No.1 Middle School has been able to hold Nanchuan No.7 Middle School, so at least it is better than Guangzhou No.1 Middle School by one grade. What about Beiyang No.12 Middle School? Can these players really take advantage of tactics by making such crude and indiscriminate cottage running and bombing tactics? For the first time, Fang Yuan felt that he had some strength. Since he left the National Competition, Fang Yuan can obviously feel that Nanchuan’s opponents have stepped up. Of course, the coach’s understanding of basketball is better than that of Nanchuan’s teams. In the final analysis, this is just the first time that Fang Yuan has coached a team alone. When he meets an old coach who really grows up through practice, he will still be unable to do so.
But at the last minute, he suddenly decided what to put on the tactical board. "We are still the core of fast word tactics in this game."
2
twenty five past three p.m.
There are five minutes left before the game.
There was a passionate dance music in the arena. At this moment, the young college students from basketball baby Cheerleading Team of Nanjing Normal University danced proudly, causing the audience on the sidelines to scream from time to time, and the atmosphere of the arena was pushed to the first climax before the game.
"I got an exam in Nanjing after graduation." Zhang Xuan looked back from time to time to watch a dance cheerleading team on the sidelines. One angel face after another, the devil figure made Zhang Xuan, who had been nervous and speechless, finally tempted.
"Come on, you’d better listen to what the coach said first." Xue Yintong thought back for a few seconds and then added back, "I think it’s so-called for you to speak, but there’s no chance anyway."
"Shit" Zhang Xuan shouted and scolded until she was reluctant to look back and muttered in the front of the beautiful woman’s mouth that "Nanjing, the holy land of Chinese beauty, is really a good place"
Then no one pays attention to a person talking to himself. Zhang Xuan’s beauty is precious. It’s not so bad for this game to watch less, and it’s even more far away. In Nanjing, the beauty is out of reach with their generation.
When the referee blew the whistle of the game, the cheerleading team also left, and the players from Nanchuan No.7 Middle School left the stadium one after another. At this time, they were about to face the most severe challenge they had ever encountered. In any way, the theory of opponent’s strength seemed to be above them. He clenched his hands wet with tension in cold weather and turned his head to see Ouyang Zhi’s calm face.
"Hello again" Ouyang Zhi came over with a strange smile, which made Ji Hantian feel hard to say.
"Yes" obviously in front of Ouyang Zhi, there are still some feelings of being bound in the cold weather.
"So are you ready?" Ouyang Zhi is still a face of gherardini.
"Of course" Ji took a deep breath in cold weather.
Ouyang Zhi nodded his head and walked back to their bench with satisfaction. Although his move seemed unprofessional, no one cared if the other party was Ouyang Zhi, because he was the player with the highest honor among senior high school students in China this year.
In last year’s best team, there were three people in the south, Yan Yufeng, night Changfeng and Ouyang Zhi, while the other center and power forward were all pocketed by the north. Among these five people, Ouyang Zhi stayed in this stadium this year and the other four departments graduated from the high school league.
Therefore, Ouyang Zhi’s identity seems to be very different from other ordinary players.
On a cold day, my head was still a mess. Suddenly I heard a forceful cry from the bench of Beiyang No.12 Middle School. The passionate roar seemed to make his heart stagnate.
"What are we? ！” This is Ouyang Zhiyin, who recognized it as soon as it was cold.
"Warriors! ! ！” This is the cry of everyone in Beiyang No.12 Middle School.
"What shall we do? ? ! ! ！” Ouyang Zhiyin is a few degrees higher.
"Fight! ! ! ！”
"Then what do we want? ? ? ! ! ! ！” Seems to have reached a point of roar.
"victory! ! ! ! ! ！”
The word "victory" is only written in ten strokes and easy to pronounce, but it has only two syllables. But which team can really say these two words as their own things like Beiyang? Even if the slogan of Nanchuan No.7 Middle School is to fight for victory, it is just to fight for it. It is half a point worse than Beiyang’s direct shouting to win.
Ji Hantian is wait for a while looking at those high-spirited teenagers in that direction.
When will Nanchuan No.7 Middle School be able to shout out from the tone and boldness that we want to win? Ji Hantian suddenly felt a little depressed, not only because of the high-pitched momentum of Beiyang No.12 Middle School, but also because of a crowd of 9,000 shouting "Beiyang Beiyang dominates the country!" slogan
This is the first time that they have heard the slogan "Dominating the country" sounded on the stadium. Before that, no fans of the Southern District team dared to put this sentence in their mouths so easily, which made everyone’s heart tremble.
"Damn!" Yin Yunli pinched his leg a little. He was not afraid, but because the pressure brought by this stadium was too great. Guangzhou No.1 Middle School had never won the South District Championship. Their fans were very restrained. Plus, there were so many things that attracted people’s attention in Guangzhou, an international metropolis. Not many people took out that heart and passion to cheer for the high school team.
But what about Beiyang? Beiyang is different from Guangzhou.
This is a typical second-tier town in the south. Life is peaceful and slow. The sudden emergence of Beiyang No.12 Middle School has suddenly attracted the attention of the city. Although this high-profile scope has stayed in a small situation, it has also enabled them to find something worthy of their attention, especially after sports have been taken as a major event in recent years, and high school basketball has developed rapidly in recent years. The most important thing is that Beiyang No.12 Middle School has also won a championship from a southern district.
Does this make them not crazy and want Beiyang No.12 Middle School to dominate the country again?
This is the heart or ambition, which has become the source of pressure for everyone in Beiyang No.12 Middle School.
There is a saying that pressure is motivation. Ji Hantian knows that soon they will face this top high school team in China. Ji Hantian doesn’t know if Wu Ji alone can suppress them, but he suddenly remembers that they are not here to go shopping and play soy sauce. Now every player in Nanchuan No.7 Middle School is here with lofty goals and ideals to "remember every word we say."
Ji Hantian looked at the other four starters with a serious face. His face rarely showed such an expression. Even when he faced Nanchuan No.4 Middle School in that difficult situation at that time, he was also expressionless, and the first time his face appeared, Fang Yuan felt too serious.
The other four people waited for Ji Hantian to say what he wanted to say without saying a word. "Remember what we said, we will always win and fight, and I will try my best to go to the last moment no matter how strong or difficult the opponent is." He put his left hand on his chest and looked like a pilgrim.
Chu Chenxi pursed her lips. He looked at the opposite player with the same number and looked at him coldly. "Me too. I will try my best to go to the last moment."
fight to the bitter end
Yin Yun looked at the player who was wearing the No.5 jersey face to face with him in the middle circle. He had long known that this player’s name was Sugiyama, and it was not a good crop. He was experienced and his skills were mature and sophisticated, especially after playing against the strong teams in Beiyang No.12 Middle School and North District last year, which gave him the idea of hard work. This year, he was suspected to be the most solid wall in Beiyang.
The referee looked down at the watch and scanned it. One or two people put the whistle in their mouths.
Yin Yun and Sugiyama both sank their bodies because the referee decided to take the horse in this posture table competition.
Wu Ji and Ji Hantian are in the backcourt, while Fan Li and Chu Chenxi are in the frontcourt, ready to catch the ball and insert the fast break. The same situation seems to have appeared in Beiyang No.12 Middle School. Everyone is wary of staring at his opponent, so the atmosphere in the stadium has become a little subtle at this moment before the game.
When the referee finally looked down, he looked up instead of scanning the two men, but directly blew the game whistle, and the basketball jumped straight from his hand to the middle.
"oh! Ha! "