Basketball glory

Playing basketball in prison, it is obvious that whistles are so rare.

If it is not a very obvious foul, the referee will not blow the whistle.

Therefore, to play here, you have to develop a pair of steel and iron bones.

At the beginning of the second half, George, the prison guard, signaled that his opponent was going up for a layup, but was ignored.

Obviously this kind of argument is futile.

"Brother, let's take a rest first? Put down the running and gun attack."

"You decide!"

Seeing that the rhythm of the prison team was out of order, An Ran immediately asked Grant.

Grant, who is the tallest person in the game, naturally knows his weakness, which is that he moves a little slowly.

And if you want to play a quick counterattack or run and gun, naturally you can't keep a center who is good at positional warfare.

In the next dead ball time, Grant signaled himself to come off the field and replaced him with a small flat head at the center position.

"What's the situation? Grant only played for one minute and then scored?"

"You can't be injured! That would be dangerous."

"Impossible. Judging from the actions, there is no problem."

For a time, several prison guards on the scene started discussing.

Because this is not a regular rotation method, nor is it the style of play that prisoners are used to.

The dual-core offense has become the inevitable choice for the Prisoners when Bowen was still the starter, and there is no other way.

But things are different now. There is an additional ball-handling master, which is enough to reduce mistakes after speeding up.

"I don't know what you are thinking, but I definitely can't win."

Indeed, as usual, when Anron and Grant ran out of energy in the second quarter, they would fall into a scoring drought and then be taken away in a wave.

Although the prisoners won the first two games, this problem has not changed.

"Just wait and see." He pushed George in front of him.

Then An Ran wanted to look back at the positions of others to judge how they wanted to attack the ball.

The moment he turned his head, Michel broke through and passed the ball, and the ball fell steadily into the hands of George in front of Anron.

As soon as he turned around, he saw George leaping up and decisively shooting a three-pointer.

He didn't even have the guts to stretch out his hand, and his mistake led to such a big gap.

With a "bang" sound, the basketball hit the front edge and bounced back.

"Chance!"

An Ran hugged the ball with both hands, ignoring George who stepped forward to press him, and held the ball firmly in his hand with a slight shake of his hand.

"Run, run."

An Ran took the ball and took two steps. Just after passing the midfield, the ball was sent out.

The little guy who soared from the backcourt to the frontcourt didn't slow down and jumped high into the air to make an alley-oop.

"Oh, no buttons! No buttons!"

The desperate An Ran beat her chest and stamped her feet, but Little Flathead obviously didn't know what An Ran was thinking.

"The ball was passed so well that I didn't dunk it."

He had obviously jumped, but he just hit the ball like a volleyball.

An Ran, standing in the middle circle, showed a look of contempt.

The little crew chief who ran back smiled shyly.

"What's going on? You don't like him?"

"Failed to keep up, boss"

"It's okay, just follow the person, not the ball."

It was just an alley-oop, and Martin just gave a slight instruction without saying anything else.

"Okay, okay, it's all assists anyway."

Martin then took the ball and pushed forward steadily, signaling to slow down the rhythm.

There was a "bang", and there was another outside three-point shot. Seeing the trajectory of the ball, An Ran didn't want to grab this rebound.

After the prisoners got the rebound from Thompson, Anron had already run to the front three-point line.

It was another long pass. Although the pass was not very good, An Ran still got the ball smoothly.

George, who was chasing after him, obviously didn't expect to pass such a ball.

Without holding the ball, he only knew how many point guards were running forward.

There was no pursuit, An Ran was just a disguised figure who swayed away George who was running towards him.

"One against one."

There was only one Martin under the basket. Without considering the time, he rushed forward with the ball.

One step to the basket.

"Beep beep beep"

Just when An Ran was carrying Martin with his left hand and preparing for a layup with his right hand, the referee's whistle sounded.

Martin fouled the player and made two free throws.

"Hey, what a pity, it's almost two plus one."

This wonderful combination of goals also caused the fans on the sidelines to exclaim.

The prison guards watching from the stands were stunned.

It is really hard to imagine that these prisoners can be so strong in execution.

And Martin, the god in their hearts, actually felt overwhelmed.

Martin patted his chest to indicate his own reasons for the goal.

In fact, it is not difficult to see that if the lineup is not adjusted, this kind of running regardless of physical strength will sooner or later wear down the prison guards with a small number of rotations.

"It's incredible. It only took just over 5 seconds from the time the shooting guard got the ball to the time he drew the foul."

In fact, if George hadn't been shaken away just now, An Ran could still have chosen the crew cut.

Give him a hit and maybe get an assist.

The worst case scenario would be like this, causing a foul on Martin, An Ran thought.

As for a defender who is less than 1.9 meters tall to block a center who is over 2 meters tall, An Ran believes that it will not happen here yet.

With two steady free throws, Enron's score reached 31 points.

But 2 rebounds and 3 assists are very eye-catching.

"Run, run, run. Return to defense quickly."

"Here, can I still lose my dribbling?"

Under the leadership of An Ran, the prison guards successfully followed the prisoners in a run-and-gun fight.

In just one minute, the two sides fought for more than 8 rounds.

"Damn it, these people are not made of iron."

After following him panting for a few minutes, Martin realized that he really couldn't defend himself.

Both sides increase the number of rounds per unit time and increase the chance of taking action.

And this also results in low hits.

I didn't succeed in surpassing the score, but I felt that my physical fitness couldn't keep up.

An Ran on the other side was even more unbearable. An Ran, who was not known for her physical fitness, felt out of breath after running wildly for several minutes.

Just when Martin was about to make a substitution, An Ran took the lead in calling a timeout.

At this time, the score was 66 to 73, and the prisoners were already seven points ahead.

Enron's score has reached a terrifying 39 points, and is about to break through 40 points.

"Brother, I can't fight anymore. I'll leave the last ten minutes to you."

Enron plays a very obvious role in this small lineup, serving as both the starting point and the ending point of the attack.

The physical exertion is naturally very huge.

"Okay, leave it to me." Grant took the towel off his head, then shook his legs and got ready to play.

"Martin, can you stop?" He saw that An Ran had already come off to rest.

Then they all looked at Martin, as if they wanted to ask for his opinion.

You must know that the person who has been following An Ran the most is Martin.

"I'll play for a while longer." Martin shook his head, because he knew that if he got off the field, he might not be able to recover the score.

So I would rather rest less than end up now.