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Chapter 41
Chapter 41
At half-time, the scoreboard was 17:2.
This score makes people unmotivated. The people watching the game and the people participating in the game have no smiles on their faces, all of them are solemn.
Cheng Yan's team walked back to the rest area. Everyone's face was very bad. The classmates rushed over to give them support and encouragement. Even the old class couldn't stand it anymore and told them it was okay.
He knew Cheng Yan's ambition, and he always wanted to join the school team, which had hit the child hard.
"The head teacher said it doesn't matter, it definitely doesn't matter, the opponent is too strong, even if the other class is facing each other," Shen Yun reassured: "Let's do our best in the second half, isn't it better now?"
It's unreasonable, as soon as they got a chance to breathe, the opponent immediately suppressed them, as if this game, how they want to play, completely depends on their mood.
"Our team mainly lacks tacit understanding. The second half will be fine. It should be easier to get back the feel." Li Xiaoxiao wanted to attribute the problem to the feel, but it didn't make sense. so good? Still the difference in strength.
Everyone's consolation didn't work, Qu Tao and the others sat on the chairs without speaking, their faces were heavy, and they couldn't breathe well even during the intermission, and their mood fell to the bottom.
The entire class area was filled with a dejected atmosphere.
After Cheng Yan came back, he didn't say a word, didn't drink the water, and left the crowd.
"Cheng Yan?"
"What's wrong? Where are you going?"
Shen Yun shouted, he didn't respond, just looked at his back and disappeared from the crowd.
Shen Yun didn't dare to follow him. His face made her a little scared. She had never seen Cheng Yan's face so solemn.
Zhao Yibai's eyes were also following Cheng Yan, and he sighed in silence.
Cheng Yan came to the pool alone, turned on the faucet, and the turbulent water poured out of the pipe. He held the water and slapped his face with the water. , the corners of his clothes were wet, and he coughed a few times, turned off the faucet, and supported the wet water table, feeling a cavity of defeat.
What about training? When it comes to the actual arena, isn't he still unable to perform? Isn't he still the same dish? He couldn't beat the team led by Gao Ming, and he couldn't beat the team led by Ding Pu, who almost entered the school team.
What if Song Yu gave him guidance? Who can save him? He is a natural dish, he is not as good as others, what my mother said is right, he is not the one who eats this kind of food, he does not have this talent...
Why do you have to force yourself into the school team? Obviously so many people have warned him, reminded him that he is not the strength of the school team, he can't win this trial, why doesn't he listen? Do you have to plunge into it? Shame in front of the whole school?
He's going to fail, he's going to be kicked out of his ideal dream, he's going to return to this skinny world, admit that he's unbearable, admit his meager skills, admit that he can never create miracles, admit that he Can never catch up with Song Yu.
What will he do after he graduates? He went to a farther place to train, he went to a better school, he met more people of the same strength, some of them were teachable, they stood on the same level, there would be many, many people around him, and he... β¦will forever stay in the defeat of today.
What qualifications does he have to be arrogant in front of Song Yu? Why does he think that his slight liking for him now can support them to the end? Go further? He was right not to promise him, they were about to separate and never had the chance to see each other again, that little love was just a charity he was chasing after him.
He can never like himself like he likes him, that crazy, turbulent, emotional year after year, his liking is just pity for him...
People will deny everything when they are disappointed and lost. Now he can no longer get out of the circle of self-troubling, he can't face the second half of the game, he can't accept that in Song Yu's last year, he still failed.
He's working hard, he's not pretending to be tricky, it's useless to work hard, can you take pity on him? Can you give him a miracle? This is the last chance, he can still follow his chance, otherwise, he will be left far behind, he doesn't want this ending...
Even if you can't match it, you must have the ability to stand behind him, not even touch his back.
Cheng Yan walked to a lawn and sat on it. He felt very tired. He had never played such a tiring game before, and he even felt a little suffocated.
The frequency of his heartbeat is getting lower and lower, not because his mentality has stabilized, but because he is too decadent. He has already seen the end of the game, and he has also seen the end of him and Song Yu.
As in the beginning, it was all a failure.
The whole is a failure.
Cheng Yan's inner doubts made him unable to pay attention to the footsteps behind him. A pair of low-pitched black net shoes bypassed his slender body sitting on the ground. Song Yu squatted down, his heels were padded, and the tattoos were covered by socks. looming.
I don't know what the middle half of the tattoo means in English, while the other half is hidden in the sneakers against which Song Yu's toes are pressed, in the curved and slender calf, in the tightly bound calf socks.
Cheng Yan raised his eyes, because the person in front of him was handing him an open bottle of water.
His legs were propped up and retracted, which was a bit of a precaution.
Song Yu paid attention to his movements, and there was a hint of displeasure in his deep eyes.
Cheng Yan took the water he gave, held it in his hand, and didn't drink it.
"It's only 17:2, is it so miserable?" Song Yu said: "Oh, it's miserable to say, there was a chance to get back, but the morale of the team is too low, and those who have a way to dismantle the opponent's tactics are depressed and self-doubt. , the mood of the whole team is falling one by one, there is no need to compare in the second half, just admit defeat."
Song Yu's words, Zhuji, sounded like he was mocking them, but Cheng Yan still understood his intentions, he was motivating him, but unfortunately he had returned to reality, and his arrogance and frivolity were broken up, he was not so idealistic, Cheng Yan said: "You don't need to encourage me, I know my strength."
"Oh? Do you really know?" Song Yu questioned in the depths of his soul.
Cheng Yan squeezed the water bottle tightly, but without looking up, he looked at the ground under his feet, the green grass roots, and lost his strength.
"There are still too few games. I don't know the cruelty of reality, and I don't know the importance of mentality. Let's listen to a few examples," Song Yu said with a jump: "In the third game of the 2002 Eastern Conference Finals, the Celtics were eight minutes away. After being behind by 26 points, it became the highest score in the game, and everyone felt that the team had lost, but in the last quarter, it scored 19 points in a single quarter, and finally came back with 26 points and won the game."
"In the 2012 Western Conference playoffs, the Clippers played against the Black Bears. In the last 8 minutes of the final quarter, the Clippers were still behind by 24 points, but no one called to give up. The result of the game, the Clippers turned against the wind, was encouraging."
"Let's be closer, in the 2017 Eastern Conference playoffs, the Cavaliers vs. Pacers, this game is more dramatic, the Cavaliers have been behind from the beginning, the Pacers led by 26 points in the first half, almost more than you Half of the score, but is it useful? In the second half, James recovered the score by himself, the team cooperated highly, and finally went to victory, making this game a classic match against the wind."
Song Yu eloquently said, without the slightest rush, as if he was telling a story to a child.
The children were not motivated. Cheng Yan said clearly, "How could I be James? My team is not the Cavaliers."
"Is that Dipper? Is his team the Cavaliers?" Song Yu asked.
Cheng Yan raised his head: "Of course not."
Song Yu spread out his hands: "So, you also haven't experienced professional training. You both have played basketball for a long time. You are of the same age. Even if your skills are poor, where can you be? Is the opponent really that invincible? A 3-pointer at the start, blowing up the mentality of your entire team, you can't even calm down and think, you were led by the nose throughout the first half, and a rubbish tactic made you like this?"
"His tactics are great...I don't know what to do."
"Very powerful? How powerful? Children don't play tricks to fool people. Are you still investigating the authenticity of other people's tactics?"
"But their tactics can score goals and score, and that's useful."
"There is no seamless tactic. Tactics require absolute ability to respond on the spot. If something goes wrong, the entire tactic will lead to unknown risks. What should we do at this time?"
Cheng Yan lowered his head: "I don't know."
Song Yu said coldly, "You know."
Cheng Yan's thoughts became active, and the emotions on his face changed from confusion to clarity. Ding Pu's tactics were played back in his mind. How to concede a goal, how to score, every frame is very clear, Cheng Yan's thoughts are in a ball. A gleam of light suddenly appeared in the paste, "Give up tactics?"
"Of course I can only give up," Song Yu looked at him with relief, "Tactics are dead, people are alive, all tactics can only determine the opening, not the result, because there are too many accidents in the middle, the players are in Once a tactic is formulated at the beginning, it is often impossible to use this tactic to the end. The obstacles in the middle will force you to change the tactics. What is needed at this time is the cooperation between teammates. That is to say, cooperation is more important than tactics, no matter how good the tactics are. It also requires tacit cooperation.β
Cheng Yan was silent.
"When Ding Pu beat you, a tactic ran through the whole process, and the same tactic could be used consecutively. It wasn't because his tactics were powerful, it was because you didn't have any tacit understanding and thinking, and you were all thinking about what to do, how to defend, and what tactics did he use this time. , Have you ever thought about what to do with them?"
Cheng Yan was half clear, half confused, as if he understood, but at the same time he didn't understand.
Song Yu looked at the lively stadium, the game was about to start again, and their rest time was about to end.
"When I first played basketball, my heart was higher than the sky. I won a few games and I was invincible. I was challenged by the seniors, and was abused by others. The worst one was 25:0. You are okay, at least you still have Two points here."
Cheng Yan looked at him incredulously, never thought that he still has such a disastrous basketball history.
"Being able to fight back and score points shows that you still have strength. Your teammates are not easy to score two points, but no one is happy for him. All of them are in low morale, waiting for the defeat. The captain is unqualified, and the teammates are even more Failed."
"Qu Tao has done a great job of being the captain."
"Then are you responsible?"
Cheng Yan tightened his fingertips, "I...have done everything I could, I have no choice."
"Whether it's helpless, or lie flat and let it be hammered, you know in your heart," Song Yu said, "Cheng Yan, you've never seen yourself clearly."
Cheng Yan didn't understand.
"You want to join the school team because you promised me that once you meet any strong opponent, you will doubt your own strength, then try to draw me out of your pressure zone, did you forget? From childhood to adulthood, you have no less experience than anyone. Have you played less games in the passers-by? Have you never played basketball before I appeared? Have you never played an official game? Never met a strong opponent Is it?" Song Yu stared at him closely: "Did you want to admit defeat as soon as you fell behind? Did you question yourself?"
He used to play basketball with Zhao Yibai. It was just a hobby. In the passers-by game, he also met many opponents with strange or eccentric playing styles. At that time, there was not so much pressure to win or lose. , if you lose, you will lose. No one will doubt their own strength after losing a few times. It's just heaven. Competing is also an experience.
Now this mentality has all changed, what is he doing? The purpose is too strong, can't accept the inferior results, and can't accept the ending that will lose, causing the whole mentality to go to the extreme and slant.
This is a game taboo.
"You have played for a long time, even before many people touch the ball, you may not be strong enough, but your experience will not make you lose too badly," Song Yu said: "I didn't ask you to win, you must enter the school Team, the other side can win, you can also lose, I only have one request for you, you canβt lose too badly.β
Experience does not allow him to give up like this, nor does it allow the opponent to win too easily. The opponent standing opposite them is the opponent. If they can appear on the same arena, the two sides are evenly matched. The arena is not a place for jokes, and anyone who can stand across from you should not be underestimated.
"Do you really think... do we still have the ability to fight back?" Cheng Yan, like an ignorant child, asked an adult who had experienced all kinds of things in the world.
Song Yu chuckled: "You should trust your team more than I do."
Cheng Yan said, "But... I really don't know what to do. I have no way to dismantle their tactics."
"Actually, sometimes, to dismantle a tactic, you don't need a method, you just need to create..." Song Yu lightly flicked his forehead, "Chaos."
Cheng Yan's eyes became clearer: "Chaos?"
Song Yu nodded: "Turn passive into active, sometimes not dismantling is dismantling."
Cheng Yan narrowed his eyes, covered his forehead and said, "I don't understand."
"Think about it yourself," Song Yu stood up. At this time, a microphone sounded from the arena, asking all players to return to their positions immediately. Song Yu walked out and said with his back, "Give me a satisfactory answer in the second half, I want to see it. To the wolf smoke of the counterattack."
Fight back? Can he do it?
Song Yu walked out.
"Song Yu," Cheng Yan called out to him, the haze in his mood saw light, and he didn't know where he retreated. Song Yu stopped, Cheng Yan stood up from the grass, lowered his head and pinched the water bottle, exhaled, and asked: "Would you be disappointed if I really couldn't make the basketball team?"
He didn't know his scruples, he was afraid that his grades would not be good this time, that he would break the agreement with him, that if he couldn't get into the school team or get closer to him, he would lose the chance to get along in the future, which would make him clear his mind. With shake.
He was worried about everything, so it was a pressure.
Song Yu turned his eyes to the side, his voice turned heavy, and he fell into a nervous figure in the corner of his vision. No time has been more certain of his heart than now.
"Why are you disappointed?" Song Yu said loudly: "If you can't get in, aren't you still Cheng Yan?"