The timeout of Class 2 was very appropriate. It was only 3 minutes before the end of the first half. Not only did it interrupt the rhythm of Class 8, but also did not wait for Class 8 to adjust. The first half was over. Go, the rhythm of Class 8 may not go back.
Jiang Cheng glanced at the score card, four points behind, this value is not big, it is very easy to chase, but the opponent is 2nd class, no round is a lot higher than their overall and solo level 2nd class, this Four points are a little bit bottomless.
Thanks to Li Yan for this game today. In addition to taking pictures, Li Yan also gave them off-court guidance.
During the rest, a group of people squatted and listened to Li Yan's arrangement.
"I speak straight, don't mind, I think you are very suspicious," Li Yan concluded after speaking, "You have to go all out if you want to win. No one can stand in place. You must all run. A few of them belong to the varsity team, right? That cooperation can't be achieved in one or two months, so if you want to win... or if you don't want the score to be opened, you have to fight it out."
"Okay!" a group of people reached out and put their hands together and shouted.
"Jiang Cheng, you may not have many chances for three-pointers in the second half, they will stare at you," Li Yan looked at Jiang Cheng, "You have to give Dafei a chance."
"Yeah." Jiang Cheng nodded.
"Come on." Li Yan raised the camera and took a picture of his face.
Jiang Cheng looked at him and sighed.
"Very good," Li Yan handed the camera to him, "It's really challenging to shoot your captain, that pose..."
Jiang Cheng laughed and glanced at Wang Xu, who was drinking water with his hips crouched next to him.
At the beginning of the second half, the people in the two classes fought fiercely. Not only did the players on the field fought fiercely, but the cheerleaders off the field shouted like crazy. If it weren’t for the line on the ground, the linesman was standing there, feeling They can rush to the court and shout at them.
After only playing the ball for half an hour, Jiang Cheng felt a little tired. This was something he hadn’t had in the previous games. The physical exertion was huge, because even if Wang Xu and the others did it, the difference in strength was still It's up to him and Gu Fei to fill it in.
After covering Gu Fei's three consecutive layups, Jiang Cheng felt sweat in his eyes. He didn't have the habit of wearing a wrist brace and could only pull his clothes when wiping sweat.
"Do you want it?" Gu Fei asked next to him.
"Huh?" Jiang Cheng looked at him.
"Here," Gu Fei was a pervert who wore two braces, took off the left hand and handed it to him, "I haven't used this side to wipe sweat."
Jiang Cheng wanted to say, do you think sweat will not soak your wristbands, but Gu Fei immediately added: "While the sweat hasn't flowed from your arms to your wrists."
"... Fuck." Jiang Cheng laughed, took the wristband and put it on his hand, and wiped the sweat from his forehead by the way.
"See if the number 9 is there," Gu Fei said. "He has no energy. He keeps running to the left. I will pass on the left in a while."
Jiang Cheng didn't say a word. He and Gu Fei's coordination is basically the center line and the right line. Going down from the left is not too accustomed to those with the right hand.
"I'll try if I can be handsome." Gu Fei said again.
Jiang Cheng didn't have time to figure out what handsome he was going to play. Guo Xu was ready to serve with a roar, and he quickly started to run.
Lu Xiaobin caught the ball and took two steps before passing it to him. Gu Fei had already passed the center line, and when he got the ball about to pass, he suddenly leaned to the left from the center.
Jiang Cheng passed the ball right away. The time difference was just right. When Gu Fei strode to the left line in two steps, the ball just bounced into his hand.
Jiang Cheng immediately pressed from the middle to the basket and prepared to respond.
Gu Fei switched to left-handed dribbling. The girls in the audience screamed as excited as seeing Gu Fei Guo Ben. Jiang Cheng was a bit speechless. There is nothing remarkable about left-handed dribbling. Basically, those who often play ball have practiced. Even though Gu Fei's left-hand dribbling is very stable, there are definitely some people who have a good appearance. When the grasshopper dribbles the ball with his left hand, there is no one who shouts like this...
Gu Fei quickly pressed to the left bottom line. This angle is not easy to make a layup. It is the same as Jiang Cheng's three-pointer position. So the main defense of the 2nd squad is that he can pass the ball. Only No. 9 follows closely. As long as he is suppressed, he can't turn around. Just shoot to the basket.
Jiang Cheng rode the three-second zone, staring at Gu Fei's movements, ready to respond at any time.
But at this moment, Gu Fei suddenly turned sideways, holding the ball in his left hand and making a jerk above his head, and the ball flew out towards the basket.
Hold! Throw three-pointers from this angle? Jiang Cheng quickly shouted: "Xiaobin!"
Lu Xiaobin immediately cut to the basket and squeezed back and forth with others, waiting to grab a rebound.
But the ball that Gu Fei hooked up like this, with a beautiful arc, fell into the basket.
"Fuck!" Jiang Cheng jumped up and shouted, "Fuck!"
Outside the court suddenly shouted loudly, and Lao Lu waved his arm: "Gu Fei! Good job! Good job! Class 8 and Class 8! The best looks!"
Jiang Cheng couldn't even care about spitting out what the ball had to do with the value of the face that made Lao Lu so persistent. He bumped and bumped his shoulder with Gu Fei in the past: "Are you sick?"
"Are you handsome?" Gu Fei also jumped up and collided with him.
"You're so handsome," Jiang Cheng said, "the morale is boosted."
Gu Fei's three-pointer boosted the morale of Class 8 and Class 2 as well.
Class 2 made a quick break and scored two points.
The atmosphere on and off the court suddenly boiled, steaming a few drawers of steamed buns is no problem.
As Li Yan said, in this situation, it is not easy to kill the score. Basically, after they scored a goal, Class 2 would respond with one.
In the last quarter, the score of Class 8 was still behind by three points. The score was played well, it was just a ball, but it was really fighting, especially in this situation where Class 2 had already aroused fighting spirit. It is also quite difficult to catch up.
During the timeout, Jiang Cheng propped his knees and could hear the players in a circle panting like cows.
"Guo Xu will go down first and rest for a while," Li Yan didn't talk about tactics with them anymore. "Go up to a higher one, and they will all attack back to the basket. If they want three points, they will be left to Gu Fei and Jiang Cheng."
"Good." Wang Xu nodded.
"You don't have a big problem with scoring now. The key is not to allow them to score again. Or else you will be the one and the other, it will be useless." Li Yan said.
In this kind of match where both sides are desperate but there is indeed a difference in strength, it is basically impossible for the 8th team to prevent the 2nd team from scoring. When Li Yan said this, he glanced at Gu Fei and Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng was very surprised. It is clear that he said this in order not to discourage the other players.
After changing players, the height of their basket has increased, but in the face of the grasshopper's bounce, the effect is still not obvious.
With the last four minutes left, the score reached five points. Li Yan called for a substitution and replaced Guo Xu again. (End of this chapter)