The era of point forwards in the NBA

Chapter 60 Inevitable Failure

After the winning streak ended, everyone in the Davidson Wildcats breathed a sigh of relief. The [-]-game winning streak was the longest record in school history. Since the record was broken, the players counted every day and played in the finals every time.

The game is won, and the heart is tired.

"It's finally easy." Richards complained.

This little fat man lost a lot of weight during the winning streak. The compliments from his classmates and the media put him under too much pressure and he became thinner day by day.

"Yeah, I can play a good game." Although Curry has regrets, he can find his shortcomings only by losing the game.

"Everyone come around and sum up today's defeat." McKillop shouted, calling the players over.

At this time, some members of the Wildcats had regrets on their faces, while others were relieved.

As record creators, they naturally hope to keep winning. Pressure can be converted into motivation. Once it increases, negative emotions will follow.

Will is very upset now. Today he scored a new personal high of 18 points. However, Curry, Lin Yue and others are not in good condition, and the offensive end struggled to support and failed to win.

"It's hard to be the savior again, and a group of pigs can't move it."

Of course, it was impossible for Will to express his true thoughts, but he could guess what he was thinking with just a bitter face.

"First of all, we played really rubbish in today's game. The offensive end was misfired, and the defensive end was leaking. It didn't have the momentum of the previous games. If this continues, let alone the semi-finals, the quarter-finals, and even the crazy third."

McKillop's tone was very heavy, and it could be seen that he was very dissatisfied with the team's performance.

Everyone could only lower their heads, this time they played really badly.

Only Will held his head up and held his chest high, thinking that he had played very well this round, and if it wasn't for their lack of effort, this round would have become his masterpiece.

McKillop shook his head when he saw Will like this, "Will, you performed well this time, but didn't I teach you what you should do when your teammates are in a downturn? If the ball is passed to you, you can't return it. Even if you are not in a good state, you have to cooperate."

"Also, the reason I let you play is to pay more attention to your defense. In the end, you are doing well. You only care about scoring, and you frequently miss people on the defensive end."

"The same goes for everyone else. The opposing team isn't considered strong, right? A second-tier offensive team and a third-tier defensive team can mess up like this. How can you compare it to a team like UCLA?"

McKillop became more and more angry, and the assistant teacher came over and said a few words, and his mood gradually calmed down.

The opposing team said: Thank you, it has been connoted.

"Think about it for yourself, is this game inflated, and then you are afraid of losing and playing with your hands tied, 18, 19-year-old big men play like this."

McKillop's tone eased a lot, but everyone felt as if they were being pricked by needles, and the coach watched every ordinary move.

This is indeed true. The media regards them as dark horses, and everyone in the school regards them as hope.

McKillop cleared his throat with a sip of water, looked at the people who were introspecting and Will bowed his head, and said again, "But it's okay to lose. It's not just you, I'm under a lot of pressure during this period. There's a lot of blowing outside, and I'm also afraid of losing. But after losing, I feel that it's good to lose. If I don't lose now, it would be a joke if I lose three times."

"Let's disband like this, go back and have a good rest, and start training tomorrow morning."

As McKillop left, everyone walked towards the dormitory one after another. They didn't speak to each other. Everyone had their own understanding of what they said just now. Only they knew the journey of the [-]-game winning streak.

Lin Yue and Curry were walking back to bed. They were silent. As the core of the team, their performance tonight was the main reason for the failure of the game.

"Lin, am I not suitable to be a leader?" Curry broke the silence.

Lin Yue felt inexplicable when he heard Curry's words, "Be good, it's not enough to lose a game, a person who averages 30 points per game."

"Why do you say this suddenly?"

"I felt bad before the game started. Seeing that the game's point difference is widening, my performance is getting worse and worse, and I am hesitant to take shots." Curry looked at the throwing hand and doubted himself.

"Then why don't we play three-pointers now, and whoever misses first will lose." Lin Yue suggested.

It is natural for people to have self-doubt. The greater the expectation, the easier it is to have self-doubt. At this time, just let him rekindle his self-confidence.

Of course, it wasn't that Lin Yue let the water go or deliberately surrendered. During this period of time, his three-pointers have improved a lot compared to before. With Dell's side attack and Curry's exaggeration, he has gradually adapted to the NCAA three-point line, and now he will try to shoot in the game.

At the same time that the shooting rate has rebounded, there is also an additional skill. Even if it is unstable, it may be 5 of 3 in a game, or it may be 5 of 0. Various problems make the three-pointer not enough to become his weapon.

"Seriously?" Curry looked at Lin Yue, who was about to go back to bed and ran back to the arena.

"Really, leave as soon as you say." Lin Yue immediately turned back and pulled Curry away.

……

When Curry stood on the court, it seemed that the scene had just emerged again, and he couldn't make any shots.

In fact, this is a normal thing for a pitcher. The touch cannot be maintained every game. Even if he makes zero shots in ten shots, he is still Davidson's strongest trump card and the NCAA scoring leader at this stage.

Lin Yue handed the ball to Curry and asked him to take a shot first to find his touch.

Familiar position, familiar scene, Curry shot the ball as soon as he caught it, and only heard a "swish", the basketball was hollowed into the net.

Lin Yue looked at Curry's face with a blank expression, as if it was normal for the ball to be hollow.

This is indeed the case. Curry shoots nearly a thousand shots a day, and he has long been used to hollow balls with a high shooting percentage. However, training is training, and it is completely different on the court.

So no matter how good Curry's training is, he will not be proud.

"Isn't that pretty accurate?"

"It's useless now!" Curry smiled wryly, an expression rarely seen on this doll's face.

"Then, let's start the game."

Curry nodded, then shot.

Lin Yue ran to the basket to pick up the ball, and the probability of Curry making it was much higher than not making it.

one, two, three...

Curry's shooting is very stable, without interference, he is a terrifying shooting machine.

Lin Yue is also like a machine, a ball machine.

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen.

No.16 ball, the basketball bounced on the hoop several times, but still failed to fall into the net.

"Ah~ shit!" Curry yelled in the empty arena, only Lin Yue saw Curry venting.

I am very dissatisfied with this performance, just like tonight's loss, Curry has always blamed himself, he can do better, he must do better, he is the leader.

But he didn't.

In fact, it just didn't work out this time.

"Not bad, sixteen in a row, let's see my performance." Lin Yue came to the outside of the three-point line, and the recent training made him familiar with this position.

Curry came to the basket and watched Lin Yue's shooting with great interest. His posture remained the same as before, and his shooting speed was not fast.

Lin Yue took aim for a while before making a shot. The first ball couldn't pull his hips.

"Dang~dang~dang~" The basketball bounced on the hoop a few times, but fortunately it bounced into it.

"Huh, it's okay."

Curry held back his laughter, and passed the ball to Lin Yue. To be honest, his three-point posture was a bit funny, definitely not standard, and it was quite flavorful with the expression.

Lin Yue then found his form and hit consecutive three-pointers.

six, seven, eight...

Compared with him before, he has improved a lot now.

Curry was also slightly surprised. Lin Yue's three-point training was always staggered with him. After all, he rarely watched the opponent shoot three-pointers, and his impression of Lin Yue was only better than when he first came.

eleven, twelve...fourteen

As long as this goal is scored, Lin Yue will be able to catch up with Curry.

Lin Yue aimed again, and after a few seconds, he saw the angle and shot again.

Curry looked at the trajectory of the ball, suddenly realized something was wrong, and quickly got out of the way.

Lin Yue deflected the ball too hard, the force was weak, and the basketball hit Curry directly.

"Sorry, sorry."

"Lin, you didn't do it on purpose, did you?" Curry was a little skeptical, and suddenly missed, just one goal short, what a coincidence.

"No, if you think about it, it's not easy for me to hit 14 in a row. This ball is a normal performance."

Lin Yue's tone was aggrieved, and Curry was not suspicious.

"Look, why bother thinking about it, you are the only one in the NCAA in terms of three-point shooting. It is normal to miss a game, and it is not your problem that everyone played poorly in this game."

Lin Yue put his arm around Curry's shoulder and continued, "Let's go, I'll buy you a drink if I lose."

The two continued to walk back to bed. Unlike the worry just now, defeat is inevitable. No one can guarantee that they will always win, and the game must continue.

(End of this chapter)