Super Evolution of Basketball

Chapter 22

beep!
The whistle sounded.

"The Buckeyes request a timeout." The referee raised his hand to the technical table.

The players of the two teams had different expressions and walked towards their benches one after another.

"Great, you guys are so great!"

"Good job, Senior Caulistan!"

"Wildcats, win!"

Wildcats substitute players jumped out excitedly one by one, welcoming the returning fighters grandly.

Coach John looked at the lively disciples with satisfaction, and smiled for the first time since the start of the game: "Towns, you performed very well this time, don't let me down later!"

Downs clenched his fist and waved it vigorously in front of his eyes: "Hey, that's a must!"

"Caulistan!" Coach John called to stop Caulistan who was wiping his sweat.

His jersey was completely soaked, and the sweat dripped down the leg of his trousers to the floor, crystal clear.

"Coach John." Caulistan stopped what he was doing when he heard his call.

John thought for a while, and asked with some concern: "Is there any problem with your physical fitness?"

Caulistan shook his head, took another dry towel from the staff, and continued to wipe off the dense beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Hold on for a few more minutes, that McRae on the opposite side seems to be unable to hold on." Coach John patted Caulistan's broad back vigorously.

Caulistan nodded.

In the past ten minutes, all his attention was on the basketball and the basket. As for the perverted McRae on the opposite side, Caulistan only regarded him as a moving wall, and didn't care about the state of that guy at all.

Looking back now, that guy's nonsense has indeed become less and less, and he has begun to make some low-level mistakes.

The coach was right, the guy's mentality was starting to break down.

Caulistan was breathing heavily, and the sweat still couldn't stop flowing from all the pores.

It's not enough now, he clenched his fist silently!
46:32.

14 points!The Wildcats continued to maintain a double-digit lead.

Before the first half was over, the Buckeyes' bench was already lifeless.

Coach Mata shook the tactical board twice, but was so angry that he couldn't say a word.

It was McCray who broke the silence for the Buckeyes first.

"Well, this guy Caulistan, I must kill him!"

Bang!
He threw the drink bottle heavily on the ground and cursed loudly.

The home cleaning guy slipped over cautiously to pick up the bottle, quickly mopped the floor clean, and then ran away.

"Enough, idiot!"

Coach Mata really had enough, and exploded on the spot: "From the beginning to now, how many times have you let Caulistan eat alone, can't you guard against that guy?"

This sentence made him feel worse than slapping McCree.

"Also, you actually allowed that unnamed guard on the opposite side to steal so many rebounds!" Coach Mata became angrier the more he said it!

"Don't play anymore, just sit here and calm down." He finally deprived McRae of the right to play.

McCree didn't seem to hear it, and still stared straight at Caulistan in the distance, his eyes full of resentment.

Coach Mata saw his stubborn look, and his heart became cold again.

The Buckeyes' ability to play until March Crazy is inseparable from the excellent performance of big center McRae.

McRae and Russell, this pair of inside and outside stars did not have any skillful and tacit cooperation, but with their strong talent, they played a big wave of winning streaks, helping themselves to overcome the obstacles and come to Kentucky.

But tonight, everything seemed to be possessed by a demon. Facing a real strong opponent, these two boys finally lost their wits.

McRae, the inside offensive and defensive core, is constantly being singled out by the opponent.

The outside ace Russell's state is even more confusing. In the first half of the quarter, he only passed but not attacked, and in the second half he only attacked but did not pass.

What kind of international joke is this!
"It's just child's play!"

Coach Mata couldn't bear it anymore, and cursed loudly in Russell's direction.

Russell's ears twitched slightly, and then he spread his body on the seat in a large shape, stretched his waist long, and said disapprovingly, "Coach, don't worry, the fun has just begun."

Hearing his lack of fighting spirit at all, Coach Mata wanted to rush up and punch this little devil into the hospital.

However, he still tried his best to restrain himself, and once again suppressed the anger in his heart.

Wildcats bench.

Yuan Qingshan put the towel over his head, thinking about what killer move he would use once Caulistan couldn't move anymore.

Downs gurgled Gardner and wiped his mouth: "Senior, how long can you hold on?"

Caulistan said coldly: "Until McCree is defeated."

Downs waved his fist: "Good job!"

Yuan Qingshan was a little surprised. It seemed that this guy Caulistan got into the horns and got into a fight with McCree.

When the timeout expired, the two sides returned to the court with a 14-point difference.

There was another round of cheers in the auditorium.

In the comments section, the soul of Mark Jackson has already drifted to the Hippo Restaurant.

He adjusted the microphone, and mechanically broadcast: "Back from the timeout, the lineups of the two sides have changed slightly. The Buckeyes' big white bear Ivanov is on the stage. He replaced No. 32 center McRae..."

When I said this, I suddenly reacted: "What, replace McRae? Coach Mata replaced McRae?"

Van Gundy said slowly: "There's nothing wrong with that. McCree was taken too hard by Caulistan."

Despite his partner's explanation, Mark Jackson's expression was still very surprised: "What is Coach Mata going to do? Just put the ace player on the bench at the beginning of the game. You know, this is the crazy March of the NCAA. He must have gambled too much!"

Van Gundy: "No way, who can't beat Caulistan?"

What Van Gundy said was right. Before the game started, no one thought that McRae would become the Buckeyes' weakness.

But Mark Jackson still has a hard time accepting the reality. Coach Mata's change is simply a gamble, and the risk is too great.

What's more, from an emotional point of view, he still supports McCree. After all, this kid just won him an all-cow feast at the Hippo Restaurant.

Ziliu...

Speaking of the all-cow feast, Mark Jackson couldn't help sucking his saliva again.

The commentary booth at Rapp Arena is very close to the home and away team's benches.

Who made him unable to beat Caulistan?
Who made him unable to beat Caulistan?
Van Gundy's words clearly reached McRae's ears.

His palms trembled for a while: "Damn, you actually said that I can't beat that guy, don't look down on him!"

Bang!
Another glass of innocent Gaddla was thrown to the floor.

The little cleaner scolded his mother in his heart, knelt on the floor, and quickly closed his posture to clean up.

In this way, under McRae's angry eyes, coach Mata decisively replaced him with the big white bear Ivanov.

(End of this chapter)