One Guard

"Brad, can't you have a good dinner first? Yi and Gordon haven't played yet. [Full text reading]" Indianapolis, Brad Stevens' home, his wife is The young instructor has a headache.

Stevens' eyes were fixed on the TV, but his hands and mouth were still mechanically repeating the action of eating. Although both Yiyang and Gordon Hayward came off the bench, Stevens still didn't want to miss any pictures of the game.

"If I miss it, I will regret it forever." Stevens smiled at his wife. What else can she say about this man who is obsessed with basketball?

On the TV, players from both sides have just completed a jump ball. On the Jazz side, it was mentioned that Al Jefferson, who came from the fifth position, was not as quick as the "Champion" in terms of reaction speed, and Kidd once again took control of the ball for the first attack in the opening game.

Seeing Kidd skillfully handling the ball, Stevens felt happy for Yiyang. Being able to learn from such an excellent defender is really God's greatest blessing to Yiyang.

Regarding Kidd's defense, the Jazz naturally focused on blocking passing routes. After all, this season, Kidd's performance in scoring efficiency is extremely bad.

But the wily Kidd couldn't see the Jazz's little trick. Seeing that the Jazz's defensive formation was scattered, Kidd called a pick-and-roll and broke through directly.

Due to the widening of the space, Kidd took two steps after getting rid of Deron and took off directly to make a mid-range shot. The old Kidd, who was not disturbed, took the lead and opened the scoring for the Mavericks.

But soon, Deron used a wonderful pass on the offensive end to assist Al Jefferson with a hook. Jefferson may not have the advantage of height, but his overall skills on the offensive end should allow him to deal with Chandler. What's more, Deron fed the ball very comfortably, and Jefferson almost received the basketball in his favorite position.

The two sides played inextricably at the beginning, but soon, the old Sloan discovered the problem.

The Jazz can't score many points today. Deron has missed three consecutive shots, and Kirilenko's scoring ability is not as good as before. With Al Jefferson and Paul Millsap digging inside, they will be targeted by Carlisle sooner or later. You know, the two insiders of the Mavericks are not soft persimmons.

The game played for six minutes, and the two sides remained on hold. In the end, it was Sloan who made the first change. He walked directly in front of Hayward with a childish face, and clapped his hands hard at him. "It's time to prove your worth, brat!"

Hayward was a little excited, and he rarely played when the game was so tense. The white striker was still trembling in both hands, until Sloan grabbed his hand and gave Hayward a determined look,

His mood gradually stabilized!

"It's time to play!" At the same time, Stevens, who was watching the game at home, suddenly had his eyes lit up. His two most proud students were finally going to compete together on the NBA stage!

"Also, replace Stevens and play double point guard. Raja Bell is not a good guy, you have to be careful with that old guy!" Carlisle also made personnel adjustments, Yiyang, as the Mavericks' sixth Ren took the lead and continued to partner with Kidd on the back line.

"Raja, you know what to do!" Sloan yelled at a guard with a bald head on the court. Raja Bell, a powerful perimeter defender, once made Kobe even deflated on him.

What is a rookie to an old fritter like him? Although Raja Bell is now 34 years old, Sloan believes that such a villain will not become kinder with age.

"Gordon Hayward and Yiyang, the former bulldog twins are now on the field as rivals. Keep your spirits up, audience friends, the real good part of this game has just begun!" in Mike. Under the sound of Brin's commentary, Deron held the ball for halftime. At the same time, Hayward immediately moved according to the tactics.

Marion obviously didn't have much scruples about this rookie who averaged 5 points in more than ten minutes per game. His follow-up defense was not very tight, and Marion's mind was on other people.

Hayward ran from right to left around the baseline, and naturally no Jazz player would give him a pick-and-roll during this period. Although he was famous all over the world in college, in the NBA and the Utah Jazz, Hayward was a blank slate with no status. In this regard, he is much more miserable than Yiyang.

Deron Williams looked around and found that only Hayward ran out of the opportunity. The rookie is the rookie, and the rookie will not eat the basketball. So Deron didn't hesitate, just pushed with both hands, and quickly passed the ball to Hayward.

"Damn it!" Seeing Marion following absent-mindedly, Yiyang knew something was wrong. This guy's three-point shooting rate is unmatched by his three-legged cat skill.

Seeing that Marion was not sticking tightly, Hayward mustered up the courage to fire directly from beyond the three-point line!

"What!?" Marion obviously didn't expect this white striker who looked like a high school student to be so decisive. When he rushed forward, Hayward had already calmly completed the shot.

The basketball draws a perfect arc and hits the net hollow. Even the net seemed to have no waves.

"Three~~~~Gordon~~~~ Hayward!" The DJ at the Energy Solutions Stadium shouted loudly, and the Jazz fans in the stands cheered one by one.

In this warm atmosphere, Hayward smiled. This time, the white striker gained confidence!

"Coach Jerry Sloan abnormally let the team's rookie Hayward play early today, and Hayward scored a three-pointer as soon as he came out. It seems that the civil war of the Bulldogs has excited this usually restrained white forward Get up! The Jazz lead by two points and complete the overtake!"

For the Mavericks offense, when Kidd is on the court, Kidd usually has the ball. Therefore, Yiyang only needs to run past halftime and settle in.

However, even though he was off the ball, Yiyang still found that the guy named Raja Bell was biting him like a mad dog all the time.

Kidd naturally knew that the old Bell was not someone to mess with, so he didn't hit the ball to Yiyang, but directly looked for other ways to organize the attack.

In the end, Marion threw off the inexperienced and over-excited Hayward with a reverse run, and made a mid-range shot after receiving a pass from Kidd.

Although he was still scored by the Mavericks, Sloan was very satisfied to see Yiyang completely locked up by Bell. As long as this guy is tied down, the Mavericks' offensive firepower will be greatly reduced. Old Sloan knew that the yellow-skinned No. 3 pick was more important to the Mavericks than anyone else imagined!

The Jazz relaunched their offense in an attempt to break the tense situation. This time, Marion didn't want to be raped by a rookie again. He followed Hayward very closely, which made Hayward, who was not used to fighting tough battles, very uncomfortable.

"What are you looking at? Pick-and-rolls, off-ball pick-and-rolls? Did you eat up what I just drew!?" Seeing this, Sloan yelled at Al Jefferson from the sidelines.

Hayward's training state in the past few days is indeed excellent, and the crisp three-pointer just now proves this. Therefore, Sloan now wants to create opportunities for Hayward, even if he is just a rookie who averaged only 5 points per game.

Jefferson originally wanted to play singles in the interior, but no one dared not listen to the words of the old Sloan. He hurriedly set up an off-ball pick-and-roll for Hayward, and the latter's flexible movement allowed him to get rid of Marion again.

Deron's precise touch-down pass gave Hayward a chance at the mid-range.

"Take it easy man, take it easy..." Sloan at the scene and Stevens at home recited silently for Hayward at the same time.

Under the watchful eyes of the two head coaches, Hayward was not afraid of Marion, who was rushing forward with his teeth and claws, so he made a calm shot and made another mid-range shot!

"Score five points in a row! It seems that Hayward is not planning to end this battle today!" Mike Brin's excited voice made the already anxious game even more tense. Many Jazz fans Can't help waving his arm for Hayward.

After the goal, Hayward pointed to Deron with a childish smile to express his gratitude, and then pointed to Yiyang. It's your turn to fight back, old friend!

Imagination is beautiful, but reality is often very cruel. Raja Bell, a seemingly elegant villain, would not be able to complete the passionate duel between the two young people. The Mavericks attacked again, and Yiyang still didn't get the chance to catch the ball.

Nowitzki's Golden Rooster's independent step-back shot made Millsap lose his temper, but Yiyang once again seemed to disappear in the offense.

Subsequently, Hayward's pass from the mid-range position assisted Jefferson, who cut in from the bottom corner, to make a layup. The "first white small forward" who once dominated the NCAA league seems to be in the NBA. Rejuvenate.

Even Jerry Sloan didn't expect that kid Gordon to perform so well. Regardless of seniority, Hayward's performance today is indeed enough for Kirilenko to sit on the bench.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Carlisle called to stop the game again. This time, he replaced Kidd and Chandler who were out of breath. This substitution will undoubtedly bring Yiyang back to the No. 1 position.

After the game restarted, Yiyang, who was able to control the ball, seemed to find the feeling of the game immediately.

Facing Delong, Yiyang was not in a hurry. Although Deron is not like a mad dog on the defensive end like Bell, his defense is by no means bad. After all, Delong's physique is there, and it's not something that Yiyang can suddenly develop.

But it is precisely because of Deron's physique that his lateral movement speed is not very fast. So Yiyang called a pick-and-roll, hoping to break through the "fat man" in front of him through the pick-and-roll.

French center Petro, who was packaged with Yiyang and sent to the Mavericks, was promoted to a high position, and Yiyang saw the opportunity to start.

Regarding how fast Yiyang's breakthrough is, Delong has seen a lot in the video. However, when Yiyang swept past him in a gust of wind, Delong realized that the video was not enough to reflect the speed of the No. 1 guard!

This Dallas One is like a missile, quickly piercing the core of the Jazz. Delong chased after Yiyang hard, but the effect was minimal. The gap between him and Yiyang seems to be getting bigger and bigger.

The Jazz's two insiders, Jefferson, were pulled out by Petro, who went to the pick-and-roll, and Millsap was nailed to the high position by Nowitzki. In other words, what Yiyang is attacking now is a basket that is not guarded by elders!

"Damn it!" After looking around for a while, Hayward finally decided to leave Marion behind and chase him to the basket to make up defense.

Don't look at Hayward as a white forward, but his athletic ability is actually quite good. Just like Yiyang, who has yellow skin but has the same terrifying speed and bounce as Wall. Those guys in the Bulldogs team back then were all different!

Seeing Hayward chasing him, Yiyang was not afraid. He jumped straight off one foot, and then slammed his arm into the basket.

At the same time, Hayward had already chased before Yiyang, and the two had violent physical contact in the air. Hayward raised his arms high, but he was still a hair away from the basketball in Yiyang's hands.

Just like that, Yiyang pressed the ball into the frame through Hayward's body. But because of the physical confrontation, Yiyang, who was not dominant in weight, lost his center of gravity and fell hard to the ground.

The first one to rush to pull Yiyang was not the Mavericks player, but Hayward!

"It's okay, buddy!" It seemed that Hayward was still a little worried.

"Don't worry, hey, this ball is enough to repay your 5 points, I'm dunking!" Yiyang stretched out his hand and hammered Hayward's chest.

The white forward smiled and played with Yiyang, even as opponents, he was still so energetic!

The Jazz reorganized their offense, and Hayward ran excitedly to the frontcourt. Jerry Sloan at the bottom looked at the two of them, his heart filled with emotion.

This is an era that belongs to young people. Maybe it's time to say goodbye to an old man like myself.