Chapter 115 The Longest Critical Command of the Battle

"Are you sent off?"

"Why did you suddenly ask about this?"

"Oh, I just want to know what it feels like to be sent off. Whenever I see the expression of a star being sent off on TV, I feel very curious!"

"You're watching football, right?"

"How do you know?"

"Haha, it's rare to see being sent off in a basketball game!"

"Oh, is that? Then have you ever been sent off?"

"No, only others are fouling me!"

"Why?"

"Because ``````, because ```!" This was a conversation between me and Yan. Yan's problem left me speechless at the time. I had never thought about this problem. I started learning basketball at the age of 12. In my impression, fouls are such a distant thing. Deep in my heart, fouls are only used when they cannot suppress their opponents. This is helpless and even a bit pitiful. Yan Yufeng likes to see the anger, depression, and nowhere to vent his face after fouling on him. He thought that this was conquest, conquest on the court.

Yes, this is the best manifestation of conquest, but why did you become the conquered person?

When Shan Yu got the ball and raised his hand to shoot, Yan Yufeng, who was chasing him, rushed away inertially. The ball did not go out, and his raised hand shrank desperately. Yan Yufeng, who rushed to Shan Yu, saw a smile flashing in his eyes. Then, he jumped up, and he could no longer control himself and ran towards him head-on.

The whistle sounded sharply, Yan Yufeng stood firm and straightened his body, looked up at the sharp and dazzling ceiling, and remembered the smoke problem.

When his mind was confused, he stood on the sideline of the free throw, and when Shan Yu passed through the Nets with a pleasant thrill of free throw for the first time, Yan Yufeng heard a flute sound, which was the sound of a substitution!

Yan Yufeng turned around and walked towards the bench. From the corner of his eyes, the group of opponents sitting on the chairs chatting and laughing on the Nanyang bench suddenly became extremely dazzling in Yan Yufeng's eyes.

"Don't worry, look at me!" Gao Yuan and Yan Yufeng, who had a depressed expression, touched his shoulders, comforted him in a low voice, and then rushed to the court quickly.

Yan Yufeng sat on the chair with numbness, covered the towel that Qin Lan handed over his face, and then leaned half-retted on it.

Three fouls in one quarter seemed to be a joke, not a real thing. Yan Yufeng still doesn't understand what happened until now.

The towel was suddenly lifted up. Yan Yufeng opened his eyes and saw the smiling face of head coach Shang Lin.

Coach ``````! Yan Yufeng was stunned. He didn't know that in such a situation, the coach could still look at him with a smile. Are you not disappointed in me? He thought to himself.

"A rest time, see how your teammates play, is actually a kind of learning!" Shang Lin turned around and sat next to Yan Yufeng and said lightly.

"Coach```````````!" Yan Yufeng stood up and blamed himself.

Shang Lin waved his hand to stop Yan Yufeng from continuing, "Nanyang has found your weakness. It seems that they still attach great importance to you!"

"My weakness?" Yan Yufeng was stunned for a moment, then became angry.

Shang Linluo turned his head, looked at Yan Yufeng, reached out and patted his shoulder, and said, "Everyone has weaknesses, without exception. It is not scary to have weaknesses. What's scary is that he doesn't know yet!"

Yan Yufeng lowered his head, understood why the coach said this, and said in a proper manner: "I understand!"

"When you make a breakthrough, you like to use all your strength in the first step without reservation. If you are facing an ordinary team, you are often invincible, but if you are a team with tactical qualities, especially a team with a very good defense, when others are very 'observant' you, your advantage will become a weakness!" Shang Lin said slowly, thinking about it for a long time just now, recalling Yan Yufeng's past technical movements, and finally came to a conclusion - that is, the opponent has seen through Yan Yufeng's offensive characteristics.

"That's why they deliberately made me foul while I was attacking?" Yan Yufeng understood a little.

"Well! Nanyang is letting you attack!" Shang Lin nodded. It seems that this opponent is indeed not simple.

A trace of anger after being plotted flashed in Yan Yufeng's eyes, and he looked up at the stadium. At this time, due to Yan Yufeng's fate, Nanyang changed his tactics again and began to frequently guide the ball from the outside to seek attack. Because no one could guard Dan Yu, Nanyang's offense suddenly became extremely smooth. On the other hand, Beiyang, after losing Yan Yufeng's biggest attack weapon, could not defend well and could not attack. The score suddenly widened, and this trend of expanding was spreading uncontrollably.

"It's time-out!" Shang Lin sighed, stood up, looked at Yan Yufeng who was watching the game nervously, thought for a while, and said, "Calm down, change the offensive mode, and wait until the third quarter, we will launch a large counterattack again!"

"The third section!" Yan Yufeng was shocked and said in a lost voice.

"Yeah! You have committed three fouls. If you get it too early, it is equivalent to reimbursing you!" Shang Lin said helplessly.

Yan Yufeng covered his face in pain, being careless, and he was too careless. He should have woken up when he was plotted for the first time!

Shang Lin looked at Yan Yufeng who bowed his head and blamed himself again, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes. He wanted Yan Yufeng to face his opponent's plan by himself. This is the best for both the team and himself, but he still forgot one thing, that is, Yan Yufeng is just a high school student after all, and in many things, he is not as good as an ordinary professional player.

Alas ````, since this is already the case, then ```````

Shang Lin turned his head and looked at the little old man standing on the same parallel line as him, with his hands behind his back, and a glimmer suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Then ````, let you see what is - critical command!!!

Thinking of this, Shang Lin decisively raised his hands to the technical seat, made a T-word with both hands, and called for the first time since the start of the game.

"Oh, No. 8 is over!" Jiang Bo said in surprise.

"I have committed three fouls, so I will definitely be replaced. He has too many fouls!" Li Yao continued.

"In this way, Beiyang's offense will definitely be greatly weakened. After all, No. 8 is their main scorer!" Jiang Bo frowned. If the scene was like this, then the excitement of the game would be almost gone. Then, his explanation would be too little highlight to please the audience.

Li Yao was also a little helpless. In this way, his entrusting was in vain. Before he could say a few words, the protagonist ended up. So, what else should I say?

Just when the two people in the live broadcast room were really worried about this, some people were bursting out even more excitedly.

Cao Hui wiped the sweat off his face. Although this was a VIP room and the air conditioner was fully equipped with air conditioning, sweat still emerged on Cao Hui's skin one by one.

Why is this happening, and why is it always like this?

Cao Hui asked himself cursedly, why whenever he wanted to do something big, the situation was always in line with his imagination. The position next to him was empty, and there was someone sitting on it just now.

That was a person in charge of CCTV. He invited him to pay a lot of money. Before that, he had already blew Yan Yufeng into a mess. But when he saw that No. 8 was like being possessed and was replaced by three fouls in a row, the big lord who invited him to pay a lot of money left coldly and left.

"Is it possible for a player with a simple mind to become a star? Hehe!"

Word by word, like a mace, hitting heavily on Cao Hui's heart. Cao Hui felt dizzy before his eyes. He saw his spilled money flowing into the stinky ditch quickly. He saw his ideals disappearing and fading little by little. He saw a formed empire suddenly shattering like glass in front of him.

I was still wrong.

Yan Yufeng, after all, can't be his own gold and stone!

Sun Ming stared at his stadium with his eyes, and he didn't know what he was staring at. He held the mineral water bottle in his hand tightly. The bottle was twisting extremely, making a rattle.

How could this happen? Why did Pingmei commit three fouls? Isn't this true? How could this happen? Sun Ming was confused. It was only a few minutes before the start of the game. Yan Yufeng had already ended, and it was three times. He had never encountered such a situation. Over the years, as long as others foul him, when will it be his turn to violate other people's rules?

Has Yan Yufeng's head become chaotic after having seen him for so long?

funny!

Sun Ming began to grit his teeth. At this moment, Nanyang failed to make a shot from Beiyang and suddenly launched a fast attack. From taking off the rebound to entering the frontcourt, Nanyang had already entered the inside by just closing his eyes.

Scoring very simply, Sun Ming watched the ball be pulled into the basket.

"It's really damn. How could he let him lay up so easily?" Sun Ming couldn't help but curse, and a voice next to him immediately echoed. It seemed that everyone next to him was all Beiyang fans.

"It's over on the 8th. How can I fight Beiyang?" A middle-aged man in his forties said with disappointment.

"You can't say that. Beiyang is not as bad as Kobe, who has lost his temper! I think it's not that easy!" The friend next to him who should be a middle-aged man dressed up in a neat suit and said lightly.

"Hmph, maybe!" The middle-aged man glanced at the group of Beiyang players on the stadium and smiled disdainfully.

The man in the suit also smiled and turned his eyes to the back of the Beiyang coach standing upright there, with a trace of expectation flashing in his eyes.

Now, you should give me a wonderful experience!

At this time, Beiyang's pause sounded!

"Is there still a show?" Lu Di asked himself, Yan Yufeng has ended, so what else can be used to fight Nanyang in Beiyang?

Shan Yu, your move is too poisonous. Haven’t you learned how to face your opponent bravely until now?

Lu Di's hand gradually tightened. After he was defeated by Yan Yufeng, he quickly walked out of his depression, because he was very happy to see that with such a person with such strong confidence and extraordinary skills, he could fulfill his wish and fulfill an opponent who had been shamed for almost three years.

Although this opponent may not be able to be noticed at another level, in the South District, he is like Mount Tai in the heart of everyone. Yes, he is recognized as the South District No.1. Then, he should be defeated by the South District, not others, because this has already been related to an honor.

Defend the pride of the forward line in the South District!

Shan Yu, do you know that with your style and the tenacity of your team, you are completely unable to snipe the North District. In Beiyang, you see the hope of sniping the North District.

But this naive person will really fool people, but the style and characters of a team like Nanyang are indeed the best weapon to restrain the entire South District.

This is really ``````.

Lu Di suddenly raised his head, stared at the TV, and shouted in a prayerful manner: "Yan Yufeng, you have to cheer up!"

When Che Jin saw Yan Yufeng being replaced, he couldn't help but snorted. The younger sister Wen, who was watching TV with disappointed expressions, turned her head and looked at him.

"What are you doing?" Che Jin shouted.

"You seem to be very happy!" Che Ya was very angry. She felt that her brother could not do this.

"Of course!" Che Jin said immediately.

"Brother, is your mind so narrow?" Cha Ya was really angry.

Che Jin looked at the ceiling with nonchalance, slowly chanting, "Narrow?"

"hey-hey!"

"When you see the failures that the opponent you defeated you are now, what you show now is not like my brother!" Che Ya said angrily.

Che Jin closed his eyes and did not refute his sister's expression. Instead, he said lightly, which was almost sleeping, saying: "The difficulties should be solved by yourself!"

Yan Yufeng, do you think so?

"Everyone played very well!" Shang Lin smiled and looked at his teammates with a frustrated face and said relaxedly.

The whole team lowered their heads in shame.

18 to 7, is this called a good fight?
To be continued...