NBA: I am the card dealer

Chapter 39 Adjustment!

This is the end.

The game entered a tug of war.

The two sides went back and forth, and the score rose alternately.

Indiana couldn't crack UCLA's passing game.

UCLA also couldn't help Xue Liancheng's continuous distribution of the ball.

The game came to the last five minutes.

Indiana is still 56 points behind UCLA with a score of 62:6.

Old Man Klin called a timeout.

"Xue, how do you feel?"

Old man Klin saw Xue Liancheng holding his knees with his hands and breathing heavily, and couldn't help but ask with concern.

I can't help but care!

Now Indiana mainly scores points by relying on Xue Liancheng's catch and quick ball transfer.

Or Xue Liancheng's sudden attack.

Conventional pick-and-roll tactics like Hash and Vonleh no longer work in this game.

In addition, Feng Lai provided a little help to Xue Liancheng, and occasionally used his height and wingspan to make a hit.

Xue Liancheng waved his hands repeatedly, "I'm okay..."

At present, his scoring and assist data are mediocre. If he hadn't watched the game live, no one would have thought that his role is indispensable to the team.

of course.

This is not the point.

The point is that he has fought so far in this game and he just wants to win.

If they win, they will be the top 32.

By then, he might be able to make a bigger impression in a nationally televised game.

Now is the anxious stage. Old man Klin didn't dare to let Xue Liancheng rest for even a minute. He could see that Xue Liancheng was tired, but there was no other way. He could only use the timeout to adjust to Xue Liancheng, "Sit down first." take a break."

Xue Liancheng didn't show any pretense and walked towards the bench.

Assistant coach Jason directly asked the substitutes to get up. One of the substitutes, named Davidson, even brought him a cushion.

Ok?

This life.

It was him who did it before.

Even got a cushion for this Davidson.

Unexpectedly, one day, the status between them was reversed, and it was Davidson's turn to get the cushion for him.

It can be said that things in the world are impermanent, and the large intestine wraps around the small intestine.

With a secret sigh, he sat down unceremoniously.

He has no time to think about these things now. In this game, he is basically either running or on the way, and has always maintained high-intensity physical contact. His physical fitness is indeed about to bottom out, and he must hurry up. Time to rest.

UCLA's defensive intensity against him is already terrifying.

The last five minutes are the real bayonet fight.

UCLA's defense against him will definitely be upgraded to another level, so physical fitness is extremely important to him.

Without physical fitness, any movement will be deformed. If you are not careful, you may trip yourself and make a mistake, let alone a shot.

It'll be here in a blink of an eye.

Xue Liancheng felt that he had only taken two breaths before he was about to play again.

"Klin, I have a suggestion. It's like this. Hash's role is infinitely weakened. In addition, due to his height, defense is a colander and has basically no effect on the court. Should we consider letting Hash rest for a while? He regains some physical strength and takes another shot."

Because the first few main players were listening to the tactics just now, they have returned to the field now. When Xue Liancheng passed by, he suddenly heard the conversation between Jason and Old Man Kelin.

He was stunned for a moment and took Hash down?

Ok?

It seems somewhat feasible.

Harsh can't do anything now except take care of him.

Jason said Hash didn't work, and that's putting it mildly.

In fact, Hash is simply negative.

In this case, it is better to let Harsh rest, then play at the last moment, and use the recovered physical strength to make another wave.

in this way.

Maybe it will work wonders.

Thinking of this, Xue Liancheng interjected, "I think what Jason said makes sense."

"Ok?"

Old man Kelin frowned when he saw Xue Liancheng talking, and asked, "We have few ball-holding points now, and let Hash come down, who will meet you?"

"This...Davidson is good." Xue Liancheng raised his eyebrows and looked at Davidson, who had just brought him a cushion.

Davison serves as a point guard. He is 193cm tall, has good speed, good defensive mobility, good breakthrough ability, and has a certain awareness of running without the ball.

But it's just good, and it's still incomparable to Hash.

The shortcomings are obvious. His three-point shooting ability is sparse and thin, and his finishing ability at the basket is not good.

Before, Davidson was a normal rotation player.

But with the sudden rise of Xue Liancheng, Davidson was completely reduced to a water fountain keeper.

the reason is simple.

It is impossible for three point guards to play with one ball, and Hash and Xue Liancheng staggered the playing field for a period of time.

Directly squeezing Davidson's few playing time.

What's more, Davidson's three-pointers are really sparse and remain on the court, unable to open up space, which is a bit of a burden.

And as anxious as this game is, Davidson has no chance to play.

Even if he wants to be on the bench, Kling will also be a shooting guard or a small forward who is taller and has better three-point ability.

"His three-point ability is not good, and you have no room to break through." Old man Klin shook his head again.

"You can let him keep running and cutting." Xue Liancheng insisted again.

If Hash stays on the field and drags his feet, the possibility of losing this game is extremely high.

It's better to really take a gamble and let Hash recover his physical fitness, and then attack the basket with all his strength, maybe there will be a glimmer of hope.

Now that Hash is about to be dropped, who will push the ball past half court?

Walton is a forward with basically zero ball-handling skills. Buckwells is actually a forward with average ball-handling skills.

As for the other substitutes, they are functional players and are not very good at controlling the ball, especially in a game of this intensity, not to mention that Old Man Klin is worried.

He was actually even more worried.

Then besides him, who else can control the ball?

Ok?

and many more!

How could he forget that there is another important person in the team, that is Feng Lai...

They could definitely follow UCLA's lead and have someone tall and with good vision serve as the pivot.

There is no need to keep the ball in the hands of the defender.

in this way.

Doesn’t that solve the connection problem?

What's more.

Feng Lai is a three-point threat, and UCLA will never dare to let him go short.

In this way, isn't it equivalent to pulling out the space?

How wonderful!

Thinking of this, Xue Liancheng hurriedly said, "Sir, we can definitely let Noah take over and don't have to worry about this problem."

"Him? Okay?"

Old Man Klin was stunned for a moment and then asked.

"His height and wingspan are there. As long as he doesn't dribble to death, I believe in him." Xue Liancheng said firmly.

"Klin, take a gamble, otherwise, this game may be our last performance." Jason also suggested.

The old man Kelin was silent for a moment, then he gritted his teeth, "Okay, let's gamble this time, let Hash rest, and make a final charge."

The words fell.

He called a short timeout again.

When Harsh heard that he was told to rest, his eyes widened in vain, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Old Man Klin explained, "You have to recover your physical fitness quickly. The final stage will depend on your performance."

"Understood." Harsh turned from sadness to joy. He was overjoyed to be entrusted with an important task.

Crean glanced back at the bench and finally locked on to Davidson.

"Davidson."

He still followed Xue Liancheng's suggestion and let Davidson take over temporarily.