The Way of the Center

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"Mr. Ann, Mr. Ann! What do you think of the loss in this game?"

"Coach Ricard, has the Spurs' tactical system completely restrained you?"

"The Spurs' performance from beyond the three-point line today is very eye-catching. Is the team's defensive focus too much placed at the basket?"

After the game, from the stadium to the locker room, Anjie could not go very smoothly. Every reporter rushed forward and put the microphone to An Jie's mouth.

The Blazers lose, and it is more surprising than they win. You know, this team has only lost ten games in a season, and every loss is enough to make them headlines. What's more, today's game is still such an important Western Conference finals.

The defending champion Trail Blazers were stumped by the veteran powerhouse Spurs, which is definitely a topic that reporters have to dig.

An Jie did not answer the reporters' questions. He pushed aside the crowd all the way and finally squeezed into an area that the media personnel were not allowed to enter. He suddenly slapped the wall around him hard, startling the staff of the stadium.

As for the taste of failure, An Jie hasn't tried it for too long. Fighting with the Spurs, it seems that the intensity of the game becomes very different in an instant.

If you compare the first two rounds against the Mavericks and Rockets to the NCAA, then today's game suddenly becomes an NBA level. The Spurs came here through hardships, and their determination is stronger than the Blazers at this moment.

"Hey, let's go back first." Aldridge patted An Jie's **** from behind, and the two walked side by side toward the dressing room. Today, Aldridge allowed Duncan, the old guy, to score the second-highest 27 points in the game, second only to Anjie. So this guy felt as uncomfortable as An Jie.

The strength of the Spurs has enveloped the entire Moda Center, and Popovich’s army’s first assault opened a gap in the walls of the City of Roses.

"Sorry, I don't know what the hell!" As soon as Anjie and Aldridge stepped into the locker room, they heard a huge yelling from behind.

You don't need to look at it to know that Ricard is throwing fire at the reporters again. Ricard is so unfriendly to reporters, which means that the entire locker room will be swallowed by Ricard's anger later.

"Pop!" The door of the locker room was slammed open. As soon as Ricard came in, he slammed his tie to the ground.

"George! Do you still want to go to the hospital!?" Behind Ricard, Divac came up anxiously and grabbed the irritable guy. Although it feels good to win as the team's coach, Divac doesn't want to have the opportunity to become the acting coach.

"One by one, do you still think you are playing against a team like the Rockets!? This is the Western Conference Finals. Your opponent is the San Antonio Spurs! San Antonio Spurs! One of the most successful teams in the 21st century so far! Do you know!?" Ricard ignored Divac's dissuasion, and also, when this guy ran away, who could persuade him?

The players bowed their heads one by one, and no one dared to speak. Indeed, the easy promotion of the first two rounds of the series made the Blazers players suddenly fail to adapt to the rhythm of this fierce competition.

They are still playing the Spurs according to the Mavericks and Rockets, but the Spurs are not comparable to the first two opponents.

"The defending champion, our goal is to defend the champion guys! Do you know how to play for the championship? Do you know how respectable you were when you fought the Heat to the last goal last year!? But now!? I see All you get is careless passing, carefree defense, and an offense that relies too much on singles! Maybe James Harden's terribly low shooting percentage makes you think that as long as you interfere, the Spurs' outside line will also lose sight? Maybe you think the Spurs are still a team that Ann or others can kill on their own!? Wake up guys! We are in danger!" Ricard roared and started coughing violently. Divac and the players immediately surrounded them nervously.

"I'm fine!" Ricard raised a hand, he didn't want to be protected in the locker room.

"Think about what I said, and think about how you lost today. Tomorrow's training will start as usual, Ann, go to the press conference with me." Ricard stopped his ranting, he knew that he was under his own hands. The players are the best. Sometimes, these young people just lack a little pressure. If the head coach himself does not pressure them and explain the stakes of the matter to them, the young Blazers might really lose the series ignorantly. After all, their current enemies are the veteran Popovich and the Spurs.

But Ricard also understands that the pressure must end, otherwise it is likely to crush the players themselves. So he did not continue to "bomb bomb" the locker room, but let the players digest the content by themselves.

"Don't do this anymore, boss." Walking in the corridor to the media reception room, Anjie was very worried about Ricard’s physical condition. He hoped that he and Ricard could become the next Popovich and Duncan. , Rather than Ricard retiring early due to physical reasons.

"No way, I have to do this." Ricard disagrees, he really poured everything about himself into this team, including health.

"We will do well in the next game."

"You know what, Ann, I never doubted this!" Ricard smiled. No matter how angry Ricard is, he always believes that the players under his hands are the best!

Sure enough, the press conference was spent in the twittering questions of the reporters. An Jie and Ricard sang together on the stage. The reporters neither asked anything of value nor could they complain about anything. After all, these two people did answer their questions.

Regarding the issue of losing, Anjie and Ricard have always dealt with it in a perfunctory manner. But for some constructive questions, they will still answer them well.

For example, when Wu Hua asked how the team should adjust in the next game, An Jie answered this question seriously.

"I think it's still mentality. Although they have all stood on the stage of the Western Conference Finals, the experience of the Spurs is completely different from ours. They have been fighting hard since the first round of the game, and they have been fighting all the way to get here. So. Today, their game intensity and desire to win are indeed what we don’t have. We will show a better performance in the next game. The Spurs have already won a victory at Moda Center. I can’t let it This kind of thing happened twice in a row!"

"Thank you!" Wu Hua nodded in satisfaction. He knew that as long as An Jie hadn't conceded, the Blazers would not lose!

This round of the series is really getting more and more interesting...

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Time came again in May, and the temperature in Portland's air seemed to be getting higher and higher. I don't know if it is the reason why summer is coming, or because the fierce fighting is going on here.

In downtown Portland, there is a place that is always lively. Usually, many young people and tourists gather in the square of that place. And at night, especially when there are NBA games, this place will become the focus of the whole Portland city, and even the entire Oregon! There is no doubt that there is only one place in Portland that meets all the conditions of the appeal. There used to be a romantic and beautiful name, Rose Garden. Now, it is called Moda Center by fans.

At noon, when the whole Portland was still reporting the Blazers' loss, when the fans were still fit for last night's game. In the home team training field of Moda Center, the harsh sound of sneakers and hardwood floor friction has already sounded.

"Running, running!"

"Pick and roll! I need a pick and roll!"

"Stay steady! Don't worry!"

In addition to the friction of sneakers, the roaring sound of the players is indispensable in the training ground.

Today's 5-on-5 confrontational training, everyone is very involved. When playing against the Rockets, the entire 5-on-5 training will always end in laughter.

But now, everyone knows. To beat the Spurs and rush out of the West, they must start to get serious on the training ground!

This time, Ricard did not continue to team up according to the combination of starters and substitutes. Instead, they mix the starting and substitute players and distribute them evenly between the two teams.

Therefore, the person facing Aldridge is no longer the young Meyers Leonard, but the regular season MVP award winner, Anjie!

Ricard did this without purpose. Alternating starters and substitutes will make the two teams closer together. In this way, it can better simulate the real game situation.

No, in order to prevent An Jie from attacking, Aldridge did his best. When Aldridge was able to bring this state to the court, Ricard did not believe that Duncan could play easily.

"Boom!" An Jie slammed back, and Aldridge, who couldn't bear the impact, fell to the ground.

Divac did not call a foul, he thought it was a reasonable contact in a reasonable collision zone!

An Jie didn't waste this opportunity, his calf slammed hard, and his whole body leaped high.

Meyers Leonard came to make up the defense, intending to stop his big brother. However, when he and Anjie made physical contact in the air, Leonard knew how stupid his decision was.

An Jie made a strong dunk, but Meyers Leonard was knocked to the ground by An Jie.

He and Aldridge were lying on the ground in embarrassment, and An Jie managed the defense of the opponent's two inside lines alone, and the destructive power was evident.

But this time, Anjie did not celebrate as much as he did on the court after scoring. He smiled and stretched out his hands to Aldridge and Leonard who fell on the ground.

"Damn it! This is definitely a foul~www.readwn.com~ Aldridge smiled and shook his head.

"I only listen to the referee." After Anjie pulled the two up, he patted their chests.

"Duncan is not so destructive now, but remember, the speed of defending him must be as fast as before!" An Jie spoke to his teammates while making gestures. The experience gained in simulated actual combat will be a great help to the Trail Blazers.

"Well, the next game, the Spurs will have to go around." Divac looked at everything that happened on the court and stood beside Ricard and smiled with satisfaction. The players are in a completely different state. Now, they are fighting against their own people, let alone against the enemy?

"The Spurs can't be defeated so easily, but at least the next game, Popovich will see what a defending champion is!" Ricard finished answering, clapped his hands, and signaled the training to continue.

The noise on the court spread again, and everyone was in the fight again.

When the wolves become hungry and bloodthirsty again, even the San Antonio Spurs will be bruised and bruised. Mobile users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.