nycdaug Chapter 650 Yang Yi: Tatum didn't dare to move!
Chapter 650 Yang Yi: Tatum didn't dare to move!
Yang Yi, who was in the Penguin Live room, stood up and shouted.
This shout almost made many fans who were watching the live stream with headphones swear.
The live stream director wanted to mute Yang Yi, but it was too late.
"Damn, Pritchard got beaten, and Tatum... didn't move." Wang Hedi also subconsciously uttered a curse.
At TD Garden Arena, Wang Xiucheng, after receiving the rebound, landed and immediately turned around, grazing Pritchard's outstretched hand as he dribbled behind him.
Then Wang Xiucheng saw that Tatum, who had just shot a three-pointer, had come up in front of him.
bang bang bang...
After the three sounds of basketballs hitting the floor, Wang Xiucheng had already run past Tatum.
Tatum stretched out his hand and froze in mid-air, his eyes still filled with shock.
After passing Tatum, Wang Xiucheng saw no other players in front of him. So, after crossing the center line, Wang Xiucheng slowed down, stepped on the free-throw line, and made a seemingly ordinary free-throw line dunk.
With a whistle, the referee blew the whistle.
The Celtics have called a timeout.
The timer stopped at 32 seconds remaining.
The Nets led 26-24.
Standing on the sidelines, Mazura patted each of his players on the shoulder as a gesture of encouragement.
Especially Tatum, who was the last to come down, was even pulled aside by Mazura and whispered a few words to him.
Mazura turned her head and glanced at Wang Xiucheng, who was also being given special treatment by Udula not far away.
Mazura felt a toothache.
Just now, he didn't know how to stop Wang Xiucheng's dribbling move except by committing a foul.
In the commentary booth and the Tencent live streaming room, Yang Yi had already behaved himself.
He had been shouting passionately for a while, only to find out at the end that his microphone had been muted again.
So he was just entertaining himself like a fool, talking into a microphone that had no sound.
"Teacher Yang Yi, why didn't Tatum move just now?" Wang Hedi didn't know that Yang Yi's microphone had been muted, so he asked when he saw the game paused.
"It's not that we didn't move, it's that we dared not move." Yang Yi's emotions had calmed down considerably.
You can't afford to be irrational; the Penguin director really did mute the microphone.
Wang Hedi looked at Yang Yi, waiting for him to continue.
Wang Meng and Meina didn't interrupt either, and both looked at Yang Yi.
"The slow-motion version is here, look." Yang Yi pointed to the large dome screen in the venue.
The screen above is replaying the scene where Wang Xiucheng dribbled past Pritchard and Tatum in succession.
And it was even played in slow motion.
In the video, Wang Xiucheng easily got past Pritchard with just a turn.
However, when facing Tatum, slow-motion replays showed that Wang Xiucheng's shoulders swayed rapidly in succession, while his lower body swayed at a different rhythm. Furthermore, the basketball in Wang Xiucheng's hands was dribbled with a hovering motion, oscillating between violations and non-violations.
"Is this variable speed ball control?" Wang Hedi asked excitedly.
Yang Yi wanted to stand up and speak, but he was afraid of being muted again, so he forced himself to stay calm.
“Wang Xiucheng actually rarely uses changes of pace to control the ball anymore.” Yang Yi took a deep breath. “Now, Wang Xiucheng can take down most defenders with his own speed.”
"If I encounter any trouble occasionally, at most it involves physical confrontation, but I can still get through it."
"When Wang Xiucheng used his speed-changing ball control, it wasn't that Tatum didn't want to move, but that he dared not move."
Yang Yi was somewhat smug, "If Tatum dares to follow Wang Xiucheng's moves, he'll likely get faked out!"
"Right now, the most effective way to counter Wang Xiucheng's change-of-pace ball handling in the league is to stand still!"
"This isn't cowardice, it's a wise choice!"
Wang Hedi was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes lit up when he looked at Wang Xiucheng on the bench.
Wang Meng and Meina exchanged a glance. It has to be your Wang fanboy!
You can talk so highly of Wang Xiucheng, who is just a dribbler? If you're not the biggest Wang Xiucheng fanboy in China, then who is?
Inside the venue, Wang Xiucheng, draped in a towel, took a sip of his drink.
He did use a change of pace to control the ball just now.
In fact, he hadn't used it for a long time.
It's not like Yang Yi said, that you can defeat your opponent just by relying on speed.
However, changing speed while controlling the ball can cause significant damage to the ankle.
Now that things have come to this, Wang Xiucheng is afraid that he might get injured like he did last year.
As for why I still did that action just now, there's only one reason.
I couldn't resist!
Seeing Tatum's serious demeanor, Wang Xiucheng wanted to get past him cleanly and neatly, or even shake him off.
"Alright, everyone get moving and clear the space for me, understand?"
Uduka shouted loudly.
The pause time has just expired.
Wang Xiucheng stood up and led four substitutes onto the field.
Yes, substitutes. Apart from Wang Xiucheng, the other four are all substitutes.
Westbrook, Durant, Towns, and Dillon were all sitting down there.
In any case, Wang Xiucheng will definitely control the ball and shoot in the last minute.
The others just need to defend. If necessary, they should go up and foul to give Wang Xiucheng some time to attack.
This kind of work can be done by substitutes; there's no need for the starters to run back and forth.
Wang Xiucheng stood in front of Pritchard, and the Celtics ultimately passed the ball to Tatum.
Using his body to push past Royce and O'Neal, Tatum squeezed into the paint when there were only 4 seconds left on the shot clock, and then scored two points off the backboard.
But at that moment, Claxton grabbed Tatum and slapped the basketball away.
With a whistle, the referee blew the foul whistle.
Claxton, who had just committed his first foul, raised his hand.
Tatum glanced at the guy.
That shot was a sure thing, but Claxton fouled him, which made him a little frustrated.
Wang Xiucheng patted Claxton's hand and stood outside the three-point line.
With 10 seconds left, the Nets have enough time to launch an offensive play.
Tatum stood at the free-throw line, took a deep breath, received the ball from the referee, and began his free throw.
"No, no, no..." Claxton muttered to Tatum.
Swish!
The first penalty went in.
Tatum gave Claxton a glare, as if to say, "Go on."
Surprisingly, Claxton continued muttering, "No, no, no..."
The referee picked up the basketball and threw it back to Tatum.
Bang!
Tatum missed his second free throw!
Claxton sprang out like a spring, slapping the ball away with his bare hands.
Yes, it's about taking a picture, not grabbing it!
The slap was powerful and heavy, sending the ball flying into the area between the three-point line and the center line.
Wang Xiucheng, who had been standing outside the three-point line, suddenly lit up and turned to grab the ball.
Standing next to Wang Xiucheng, Pritchard also immediately tried to control the ball.
Pritchard even bumped into Wang Xiucheng's shoulder, trying to knock Wang Xiucheng off course.
However, Wang Xiucheng doesn't look particularly strong, but if you take off his clothes, his inverted triangle upper body is no joke.
Pritchard's move not only failed to deflect Wang Xiucheng, but it also made him half a beat slower!
Wang Xiucheng's hand touched the basketball before Pritchard's, and then Wang Xiucheng felt Pritchard grab his arm.
Instantly, Wang Xiucheng let out a miserable scream.
When Mazura, who was standing on the sidelines, heard this sound, she immediately knew something was wrong!
Sure enough, he saw Pritchard grab one of Wang Xiucheng's arms.
What angered Mazura was that, as Wang Xiucheng screamed in agony, Pritchard, perhaps startled by the sound, actually let go of him!
This allowed Wang Xiucheng to take a big step to the vicinity of the center line, and then Wang Xiucheng raised the ball and took another step.
Mazura watched helplessly as Wang Xiucheng crossed the center line again, then threw the basketball while stepping on the logo.
"No, no, no..." Mazura subconsciously began to whisper, mimicking Claxton.
But what answered him was a crisp, clear sound!
Swish!
Three-pointer, in!