18 to 22.
At the end of the first quarter, the Huaxia Men's Basketball Team was 4 points behind.
Although the score difference was not big, Zhao Feiyang was not satisfied with the result in the first quarter. After he came off the field, he also gathered his teammates together and spoke his mind bluntly.
"Brothers, we are a team...a group..."
"This game is not a performance by me alone, but a performance by a group of us. I can help everyone cover the pick-and-roll, and I can help everyone attract double-teams, but I also hope that everyone can play in a better state... ..."
"I hope everyone dares to fight hard. Even if you lose, it is better than being timid..."
Zhao Feiyang's words made most of his teammates silent.
Only the newcomers Ding Yanyuhang and Guo Ailun nodded.
Having said that, Zhao Feiyang didn't care what others would think, after all, he had said it very tactfully.
He could have just lay down and rested. Anyway, he could just score points and do a good job on the surface. Then the outside world would not think that he was not good, but would only think that the Chinese men's basketball team was rubbish.
But he didn't want to see this scene, because in his heart, the upper limit of his teammates was far beyond that, and their talents and status had not yet been fully explored.
The break ends quickly.
The second quarter arrives.
In order to encourage his teammates to perform well, this time, Zhao Feiyang went directly to the head coach Ma Lei, pulled him aside and discussed in a low voice, "Coach, I want to take a rest."
"The team can't rely on me alone, otherwise we won't be able to play in the World Cup group stage..."
Head coach Ma Lei certainly understands what Zhao Feiyang means.
He hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded in agreement.
"OK."
"Then you should rest first!"
A player soon stepped in to replace Zhao Feiyang at the second position.
The game soon started again.
The fans didn't care when they saw Zhao Feiyang taking a rest, they just thought it was to conserve energy. Only Xin Guotao and others in the VIP box looked unhappy and were dissatisfied with the fact that Zhao Feiyang was sitting on the bench.
"What does this guy Ma Lei do for food? Why did you let that kid go down to rest?"
"Why rest? Let him come to the national team just to score. If he can't score, who wants him to come in?"
"I can play an NBA game for 48 minutes, so why can't I stand it when it comes to international games? It's hypocritical if you ask me..."
On the field.
The Huaxia men’s basketball team continues to attack.
Without Zhao Feiyang, Guo Ailun advanced to the half court with the ball and began to try to attack inside. Ding Yanyuhang and he both performed very hard. Although they appeared as newcomers, they were full of energy at this time.
Guo Ailun was blocked from entering the two zones, and he transferred the ball to Ding Yanyuhang.
Ding Yanyuhang signaled to Zhou Qi inside to cover, but Zhou Qi didn't understand what he meant at first. By the time he realized he should cover, Ding Yanyuhang had already rushed into the basket from the wing.
Jordan's defensive players stared at Ding Yanyuhang, blocking his shooting space.
Seeing that he could not take action, Ding Yanyuhang had no choice but to give the ball away again.
In the end, the basketball fell into the hands of Yi Jianlian. Yi Jianlian shot in the two zones, and wow, the basketball fell into the basket smoothly.
Although it took a lot of attacking time, the ball was still scored.
Jordan quickly counterattacked.
Douglas, the opponent's core, carried the ball all the way to the top of the arc. Facing Guo Ailun's defense, he continuously changed directions and drove into the basket from the left.
Yi Jianlian stepped up to defend in time, and Douglas threw the ball directly to the right side of the basket. The big Jordanian player under the basket jumped up to catch the ball and dunk it in with both hands.
boom.
In the first half of the second quarter, the Huaxia men's basketball team was in pretty good shape. Although the absence of Zhao Feiyang weakened their offensive, it also made their cooperation much better.
Although the Jordanian team had core players on the court, they still could not open up the score too much, and the two sides remained at about 6 points.
Seeing that the second quarter was coming to an end, Zhao Feiyang, who was sitting on the bench, breathed a sigh of relief.
"nice!"
"There is no big problem with the player configuration of the men's basketball team... If we can perform this kind of performance every time, or even better than this, then we can beat one or two opponents in the World Cup group stage even without me... ....”
call out.
The referee whistle sounded.
The first half of the game is over.
The score difference between the two sides is not big, and the Jordanian team does not seem to have caused any substantial hindrance to the China Men's Basketball Team. Therefore, neither the players nor the fans of the China Men's Basketball Team seem to be too worried about this game.
The second half started soon.
Zhao Feiyang refused head coach Ma Lei's request to send him to play, saying that he would continue to cultivate his body.
Ma Lei had no choice but to agree.
After the start of the third quarter, the Huaxia Men's Basketball Team was able to score steadily at first. However, as time went by, the Jordanian team gradually increased its defensive intensity, and the Huaxia Men's Basketball Team's offense began to fall into a cycle of mistakes.
First, he was intercepted at the back line, and then he failed to grab a rebound inside. In short, within a few minutes of the start of the third quarter, the stalemate score of the Huaxia Men's Basketball Team was once again widened.
The Jordanian team also took advantage of the situation. The opponent's core player Douglas successfully succeeded in two singles and also hit a difficult three-pointer at the top of the arc.
The score between the two sides suddenly opened to about 10 points.
The situation on the court changed drastically, and the fans on the sidelines were anxious, especially the Chinese men's basketball players on the bench. The head coach Ma Lei also looked nervous and had no intention of sitting on the team bench.
In the VIP box, a group of leaders led by Xin Guotao had already complained dissatisfiedly.
"What is Ma Lei doing? Why don't you let that guy play?"
"You've lost 10 points and you still won't let him play? What are you doing?"
"If you can play, play, if you can't, get out. The national team doesn't care about useless people. It doesn't matter if you came back from the NBA..."
For a moment, everyone was staring at Zhao Feiyang, looking forward to his appearance.
"Zhao Feiyang! Come on!"
Head coach Ma Lei walked up to him and said.
Zhao Feiyang ignored it.
A few dozen seconds later, head coach Ma Lei came over again, "Feiyang, come on!"
"Wait a minute."
"What are you waiting for! The third quarter is almost over!"
"Just wait for the end of the third quarter! It doesn't matter... we won't lose... just a 10-point difference?"
"10 points? That's easy to say! If you don't pay attention to 10 points, you'll be completely defeated!"
Head coach Ma Lei was much more panicked than Zhao Feiyang.
But the initiative lies with Zhao Feiyang, and even head coach Ma Lei can't do anything about it.
Finally, after the Jordan team scored another two-point goal and the difference between the two sides widened to 12 points, head coach Ma Lei couldn't help it anymore. He ignored the 1 minute and 13 seconds left in the third quarter and directly did A substitution was made to bring Zhao Feiyang onto the court.
"well!"
Zhao Feiyang sighed helplessly.
In the expectant eyes of the audience, he took off his coat again and walked onto the court.
