Super Evolution of Basketball

Chapter 60 begins, oppression!

"Xiaoshan, hurry up and catch up, don't fall behind, huh? You are so cute, little girl!" Lyles turned to greet Yuan Qingshan, and saw the little fans at a glance.

"You will win, right? My mother and I came from Lexington to cheer you on." The little girl blinked her big eyes and said.

"Brothers will definitely win, let's go to the stadium quickly, don't delay them." The girl's mother smiled shyly at Yuan Qingshan.

Yuan Qingshan patted the little guy's head again, and then ran a few steps to catch up with his teammates in front of him.

The moment he stepped into the stadium, he felt a different shock from the last match. The arena, which could accommodate tens of thousands of people, was completely swallowed up by the two colors of white and blue.

White is for Wisconsin and blue is for No. [-] seed Kentucky.

Wisconsin is already warming up.

In the week before the game, whether it was in the team, the media, or even in school, everyone was discussing this ruthless character who was not very famous but very powerful.

Yuan Qingshan is full of curiosity about this team, especially their core, No. 44 center Kaminsky.

"Xiaoshan, what are you looking for?" Downs casually threw a few balls and ran over to chat.

Yuan Qingshan has spotted Kaminsky, and he and several other big men are gathering under the basket to grab the board.

"That, Kaminsky." Yuan Qingshan replied while paying attention to Kaminsky's movements.

"Haha, don't you think this guy is sloppy, like a truck driver or a gas station worker?" Downs teased.

Kaminsky's appearance is indeed average among white people, his hair and beard are not trimmed very neatly, and his tall and burly figure can't save his dickish temperament.

Yuan Qingshan rolled his eyes at him, and said angrily, "I think you look like a painter."

"Come on, my ambition is to be a doctor."

Yuan Qingshan really couldn't associate the stupid and cute Downs with the profession of a doctor, so he thought to himself that you should play basketball well, so that you don't waste your talent, and you don't have to go to the hospital to bring disaster to the world.

Tonight's game was live broadcast nationwide, and the live broadcast team was also world-class. Before the start of the game, tens of thousands of people were excited. Before the game started, the blue and white fans were already working hard.

In the center of the bench is the scoring table and commentary seats.

"To be honest, Charles, did you ever think that I would be your partner tonight?" the big shark O'Neill covered his mouth and secretly laughed.

Barkley shook his head in disappointment: "If I knew that you would always be sitting next to me for the next two hours, I would rather lie on the sofa and watch TV, really."

"What to do, who made us quarrel so much on the TV show that time." O'Neill blinked at the camera: "I am the one who won."

Barkley was speechless, opened the data book, and diverted this boring topic: "How about it, Shaq, who do you like?"

O'Neill laughed loudly: "Have you forgotten how we quarreled last time? At that time, you just asked me who I liked."

Barkley threw the folder aside angrily, and said angrily, "Then what do you want me to do? I can't stop talking about basketball for a few hours!"

O'Neill smiled even more happily: "Why are you so serious? There are still three and ten minutes before the game starts. Look, look, Mike hasn't connected yet. Are you stupid?"

Plop, Buckley threw himself on the table, buried his head deeply in his arms, like an ostrich escaping from pursuit.

This year's game has reached this level, in fact, the coaches on both sides have nothing to explain before the start.

As the three referees walked into the field, the DJ turned off the music, but the shouts of the fans couldn't be turned off. Yuan Qingshan even had the illusion that it was the last minute to decide the outcome, right?

The midline referee Pietrus greeted the coaches one by one with the ball in his hands, and then came to the middle circle: "Boys, are you ready? The finals are already beckoning!"

Kaminsky, who was dressed in white, first came to the middle circle. Kentucky discussed it and finally sent Downs, who has a better bounce, to fight.

Downs walked over unsteadily: "Hey, Tank, you've been really strong this year."

Kaminsky's nickname is Tank: "It's the last year, and I don't want to have any regrets."

Downs nodded: "It's really not easy to play four years in college, but I won't show kindness just because of this."

"Although come here, who will be afraid of you." Unlike his rough appearance, Kaminsky has a very stubborn temper.

Referee Pietrus had a black line on his face.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Did you see the camera on my left? It's from TNT. It's broadcast live nationwide. Can we all be more professional? I don't want to retire so early." Referee Pietrus picked up the whistle.

next second.

beep!Finally the whistle sounded.

The basketball was thrown high into the air, and Towns soared into the sky with all his strength, with great momentum, he opened his big hand and went straight to the ball.

As for Kaminsky, he probably only jumped the height of a matchbox, looked up and glanced at Downs flying in the air, and then quickly turned around: "Return to defense, quickly return to defense!"

Yuan Qingshan was speechless, you gave up too quickly.

Tang Si yelled ghostly and slapped the ball towards Yuan Qingshan, Yuan Qingshan received it in his hand, his palms vibrated with pain.

This guy is clearly playing handsome in front of the camera, and no one has robbed him yet, yet he still tries so hard.

Compared with Kaminsky, Downs' domineering physical talent was immediately revealed.

He is still showing off, and the five people from Wisconsin have all settled down.

"Our quasi-champion pick seems very excited." O'Neill lazily leaned on the backrest to observe the situation on the field, leisurely.

Just kidding, the competition has just started, so why should we yell and beat our chests and put on a performance now? Why are you so flattering the broadcaster? Sharks are not short of money.

Barkley shook his head slowly: "This is not a good sign. He is too excited. Whether it is physical strength or emotion, it must be allocated reasonably. Don't be impulsive and do useless work."

O'Neal agreed very much: "Yeah, Wisconsin has countless routines in its pocket. If Kentucky wants to win, I'm afraid it will have to be dismantled until the last second of the game."

As he said, Wisconsin is not the most talented team this year, but it is definitely one of the best tactical teams.

"What are you doing in a daze, go and disperse them!" Coach John entered the state early and swung his arms at the beginning.

To deal with such a team with poor athletic ability but strict discipline, it is necessary to bring out the rhythm and crush them with physical talent.

Once they are dragged into the quagmire, even five tigers will definitely die!

"Well!"

The Kentucky Five roared and rushed forward, Towns took the lead in the center, with Caulistan, Booker and Lyles on both sides, and Yuan Qingshan walked at the end with the ball.

The two colors of blue and white collided directly, and the field was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder. It was only the first ball, and the arrows were already on the verge of close combat.

After halftime, Kentucky's lineup changed, and Caulistan went straight to Kaminsky, trying to squeeze him to the baseline.

These two guys are different from people like Towns who are used to screaming and screaming. They don't like to show off, so they fight together in the paint, like two huge stuffy gourds bumping back and forth. The microphone placed above the basket can only record the sound of muscular collisions.

"Frank, speed, speed!" Coach Ryan's right arm kept drawing circles in the air.

Kaminsky will start to play guerrilla with Caulistan at the basket. As long as Caulistan gets close, he will give in directly, and then use his footsteps to go around. He will definitely not be fooled by Coach John and wrestle with Caulistan.

Towns looked anxious, and once wanted to step forward to replace Caulistan, but thinking about the coach's previous arrangement, he had to give up.

On the perimeter, point guard Bronson Corning has dark skin and a thin body, like an aborigine who has been carrying a javelin in the tropical rainforest all year round to make a living.

He greeted Yuan Qingshan with a stern face, no matter what expressions and movements Yuan Qingshan made, Ko Ning would not hesitate.

This guy is fundamentally different from Russell. Russell is like an arrogant poet who always wants to put romanticism on everything in front of him, while Corning is a down-to-earth pragmatist. Everything he does revolves around one goal: defense and winning.

Faced with such an unpretentious and steady opponent, Yuan Qingshan had a headache, turned around and passed the ball to Booker on the left.

As soon as the ball arrived, a black shadow was quickly pasted. The person in charge of defending Booker was Josh Gasser.

This guy was made out of the same mold as Corning. He was calm and sophisticated, and directly destroyed Booker's possibility of shooting and passing.

One such difficult person was not enough, but two appeared.

How to deal with it!

Yuan Qingshan and John's brains spun rapidly at the same time.

(End of this chapter)