king of defenders

Chapter 393

At this time, the second quarter played for 8 minutes, the score was 40:39, and the Heat were 1 point behind. The difference of 1 point was nothing, but Meng Yun's physical consumption was too great.

In the past few minutes, no one else on the Heat team could score, mainly relying on Meng Yun to score, and the opponent was obviously sure about this. Jonathan Simmons entangled Meng Yun desperately, and there were people behind him to help defend and supplement the defense. It cannot prevent Meng Yun from scoring, but Meng Yun is not easy. Every time he scores a goal, he has to pay a lot of effort.

Meng Yun is the trump card of the Heat and the key to victory, but his physical energy has been consumed so much in the second quarter, what should he do in the following games?
Seeing Meng Yun wheezing, sweat dripping down his forehead like raindrops, McAdoo was worried. The Spurs' defense was really a headache.

In fact, the physical consumption of the Spurs players at this time is not small, and maintaining this high-intensity defense is also a huge load for them, especially Jonathan Simmons, who is in charge of defending Meng Yun, his physical consumption is no less than Meng Yun. Small, it can even be said to consume more energy than Meng Yun.

After all, he is defensive and in a passive position, so he has to pay more to limit Meng Yun.

However, Jonathan Simmons is not an indispensable person for the Spurs, and Meng Yun is indispensable for the Heat, so relatively speaking, the Heat have suffered a few minutes.

Sensing McAdoo's worried eyes, Meng Yun grinned: "Coach, I'm fine, just rest for a while."

"En." McAdoo nodded, but he didn't feel at ease in the slightest. Meng Yun's physical energy consumption was so high, how could he recover in a short while?He looked at the other players, his eyes became sharper. The reason why Meng Yun consumed so much was because other players could not stand up and score, and only relied on Meng Yun alone.

McAdoo clapped his hands, motioned the players to come closer, and said with a stern face: "I am very disappointed with your performance, look at what you have done in the past few minutes? Meng scored alone, how about you? Are you all spectators? ?"

Johnson, Smith, Whittington, and Green lowered their heads, showing guilt.

In the past few minutes, they have indeed played poorly and have no sense of presence. They cannot help Meng Yun on the offensive end, and they have not been able to restrict their opponents well on the defensive end.

If it weren't for Meng Yun to carry the team by himself, it would not be as simple as falling behind by 1 point now.

"Hmph." McAdoo snorted coldly, and scolded: "Look at the Spurs, look at their defense? Is it because they are better than you? I don't think so. They do better because of every one of them. The players are very active, the defense is active and aggressive enough, and the offense is daring and aggressive."

"Take a good look at yourselves."

Leaving this sentence behind, McAdoo simply didn't even arrange tactics, and waved his hand: "Let's go."

The second quarter is not over yet, and the game will continue.

The Spurs carried out a personnel rotation, while McAdoo only replaced Meng Yun on the Heat's side. The others were too lazy to change and didn't arrange tactics.

This is a bit willful, Rostern smiled bitterly, and persuaded in a low voice: "McAdoo, this is not good, why should we rearrange our tactics, or they don't know what to do when they go up?"

Before McAdoo opened his mouth, Craig shook his head and said: "The question now is not whether they know what they should do, but whether they can do it well. The defensive end is not aggressive enough, and the offensive end looks forward and backward and relies on Meng. Problem. If we don’t solve this problem, what’s the use of deploying tactics?”

"Yes." McAdoo nodded: "That's the reason, there is not much time left in this section, let them figure it out."

Sometimes it is useless to say more, the players must understand.

On the field, the game continues.

There are 2 minutes left in this quarter. After the Heat came up, they hit the iron. Johnson wanted to stand up and score. It may not be obvious that the two surrounded Johnson and it was too difficult to score.

The Spurs took the rebound and launched a counterattack.

Although there was a chance to launch a quick counterattack, the Spurs were not in a hurry. They still came to the front court at a leisurely pace, and then entered the positional battle. After passing the ball a few times, it was passed to Kyle Anderson. Kyle Anderson broke through and hit Enter.

The point difference became 3 points.

More than a minute later, the Heat were still in a state of confusion, unable to score or defend, and were scored by the Spurs, which was still a three-pointer. By the end of the second quarter, the score was 45:39, and the Spurs Leading by 6 points.

"The situation is not good." A fan said in the auditorium.

"Nonsense." Another fan stared: "It's up to you to say, they are all behind by 6 points. This is not the most serious thing. The most serious thing is that no one else can score on the Heat's side except Meng. Meng is very Great, but even if he gets 30+, or even 40+, how can he stand against the Spurs?"

Heat fans are all worried, the situation is very bad.

On the sidelines, the Spurs rest area.

This quarter was played well, completely reversing the decline in the first quarter. The Spurs players were also happy. Everyone was laughing and talking, and the atmosphere was very active.

Becky Harmon finally showed a smile and said: "You guys played well this quarter. You played like this. This is the defense of our Spurs. Jonathan Simmons, you did a good job, and you will be the one to wait." Go to defend Meng, let me watch him, you will be there wherever he is, can you do it?"

"Yes." Jonathan Simmons replied loudly, asking him to defend Meng Yun so that he couldn't score, he couldn't do it, and he still had confidence in keeping him close to Meng Yun.

And this is a very important task. If it is done well and the team wins, then he will also be a great contribution.

Becky Harmon made some more arrangements, the Spurs players promised, the atmosphere was very active, everyone was full of fighting spirit and longing for victory.

Only Popovich was calm. He glanced at the Heat and said to himself, "It's only the first half, and the game is still early. Besides, Meng is not such an easy person to deal with."

On the Heat's side, the atmosphere is depressing.

McAdoo's face was black, and he scolded Johnson and others. Johnson and others couldn't lift their heads when they scolded, all of them were ashamed and embarrassed.

After scolding, McAdoo gave Meng Yun a look.

"Huh?" Meng Yun's heart moved, and he stood up, "Brothers, it's only the end of the first half, and we haven't lost yet. Are you planning to give up now?"

The Heat players looked up and looked at Meng Yun.

McAdoo smiled gratifiedly, and nodded secretly: "Yes, I did not misunderstand Meng." His previous scolding, in Chinese terms, was "singing a bad face".Of course, after singing the bad face, someone needs to "sing the red face". The look McAdoo gave Meng Yun told him that it's up to you.

(End of this chapter)