Chapter 116 The Longest Fighting Referee Factor

"Did you see something?" A middle-aged man in the stands asked his friend sitting next to him.

Qu Dong shook his head and said solemnly: "The two teams compete too quickly, and there are new changes in almost every round. Their many tactics and mysteries often make me not have time to make a comparison, let alone analysis!"

"Hehe! Actually, when you asked me to bring you here, I was quite strange. How could a national figure focus on this? But when I got here, I realized that your decision was indeed correct. I don't know if it was because of watching football on the spot. I always felt that this game was much more interesting than watching college leagues like Cuba in front of the TV." The middle-aged man said with a smile that he was Qu Dong's long-term friend and Yang Yan, the president of the largest Feike Sports Products Co., Ltd. in China. Although he only knows football and does not know much about basketball, as the host, at the request of his friends, watching the court and relaxing himself is actually a good decision.

Qu Dong smiled and said, "Is it a bit wronged for you, the big president, to sit in an ordinary seat with me to watch the football?"

"Hehe, now it seems that such a decision is pretty good, at least much better than sitting in a VIP room. The atmosphere here is very good!" Yang Yan waved his hand and said in a good feeling.

"Why, have you seen any good seedlings come?" Yang Yan asked again.

Qu Dong shook his head and said, "No, after all, the quota of the National Youth Team is already very sufficient. I came this time just to see if I have not received professional systematic training at all. I am just purely personal interests and hobbies, semi-professionalism, and the soil of basketball in the past, whether there are good fruits to grow."

Yang Yan was stunned for a moment and said strangely: "You are here this time, it's purely touristy!"

Qu Dong was surprised and said, "Don't you really think I'm here to choose the seedlings!"

Yang Yan glared and said, "Of course I think yes. Do you think those players who have started professional training since childhood are very strong? In my opinion, they are not a group of live puppets who have no ambition and rely entirely on tasks assigned by superiors to play ball!"

Qu Dong was not angry, sighed, and said, "Fighting spirit can be stimulated, but physical fitness cannot be compensated for the day after tomorrow!"

"Hmph!" Yang Yan said now, but he was worried about something and said disdainfully: "Although I don't understand basketball, I think China's professional system is actually roughly the same, especially in some of the developments in our weak projects. It's really disappointing. Look at the group of children who started playing football at the age of four or five or six. They have been trained for more than ten years. When it comes to playing games, they should eat as much as they should. If they can't eat, they can only watch it. When they have to force them to eat, you see, they are definitely a virtue of choking to death!"

"No, Yang Yan, don't touch the football again. I don't understand football, so please stop!" Qu Dong smiled bitterly. When he talked about football, Yang Yan, who made his fortune by football, immediately became angry.

"Okay, then let's not talk about this, Lao Qu. Don't you think we are too naive in the current training system? Once these children have tested their bone marrow and get their final height, they will be managed in a closed manner. The height is as high as possible, and before the person grows out, they will put the touch on the first. Don't you think this is ridiculous?" Yang Yan sarcastically.

Qu Dong Xiaoxu was surprised, and looked at his friend twice, saying, "I can't tell that you really have research on basketball, and you even know this!"

"Hmph!" Yang Yan sneered again, sighed, and said, "Those children have instilled since childhood that if you play well in the future, you can join the professional team, and your life will be good, and you can also become a star that thousands of people are sought after. Anyway, just say it - sweat more now, and you will have more hope for the future!

Alas! When these children reach the age of seventeen or eighteen, they have skills and physical strength, but they have no ambition of red cauldron, and they are still a body that makes people feel a pity!"

Qu Dong has lost his language. In fact, he has known what his old friend said for a long time. Although he has too many extreme words, everyone should have seen that in this case, there are still talents who have made them. However, these talents are indeed only useless. If they want to push them to a higher position, it is unrealistic.

"If you want to find talents, this is not a good place!" Yang Yan suddenly pointed at the stadium and said in anticipation.

At this time, Beiyang just grabbed a rebound and quickly formed a three-on-one fast attack situation under the fast serve of the big post. Finally, he handed the ball to the middle, and Ye Changfeng raised it with one hand and dunked one in the air to complete the attack.

After Ye Changfeng finished dunking, he roared to the sky, and he was full of energy and hit each other with the assisted Gao Yuan, and then retreated to his half.

"Did you see it? This ball is so beautiful!" Yang Yan shouted, and his expression suddenly became excited, just like the person next to him who had already stood up and cheered.

Among the excitement crowd, Qu Dong fell into deep thought.

Actually, I am visiting an old friend and an old classmate whom I haven't met for a long time, that is Shang Lin.

The two met in a training class and appreciated each other's basketball knowledge and ideas. However, they were valued by national coach xxx at that time, and then boarded the dragon boat and stepped into the upper level of the Chinese basketball world. However, Shang Lin was ridiculed as a basketball madman because his thoughts were too avant-garde, so he had to go away to the United States. But this trip took so many years.

I didn't know Shang Lin's return, but I accidentally picked up a newspaper, which happened to report some of the latest battles in the Chinese high school league. In a photo, I saw Shang Lin, who had not changed at all, and then I realized that this genius who was highly praised by me had actually returned to China.

But I really can't figure it out. Even if I'm down and out, with my level back then, Shang Lin shouldn't have fallen into being a high school basketball coach. He came to Shanghai with confusion.

Of course, I need some reasons, and the Shanghai Finals of the Nike Cup, which represents the highest level of Chinese high school, is a good word to procrastinate.

The World Youth Championship is very close, and now every move makes people have countless speculations. Although he is still the third leader of the National Youth League, everyone knows that Qu Dong is the biggest influencer in controlling the last 12-man roster.

So, I kept everything simple and felt wronged by my friends. The two of them became ordinary audiences to watch the first game of the game.

In Qu Dong's opinion, this team does not have good strength, and he doesn't know why Shang Lin would lead such a team to compete, but since it can reach the final, that's still good.

Of course, everyone has different visions. For Qu Dong, such a team that has no one reaches two meters and is completely a small lineup, its defensive line is too weak. If you face a certain inside and outside line, and then under the attack of the inside and outside line, such a team has almost no chance of winning.

This is the first impression of the team coached by Shang Lin from Qu Dong to this point.

The game continues, and the impression of Qudong team's team has changed a little. At least at one point, the team's skills and tactics are still very good, but they are too short.

Facing a strong national team like Nanyang that he has heard a little about, it is already very good to play to this point. This can also be seen from one aspect that Shang Lin has learned a lot in recent years.

Qu Dong laughed. He remembered the scene when he was studying at that time, when he was fighting with Shang Lin Bingzhu at night and discussing steps on paper. It seems that if I have time, I have to experience the style of General Shang again.

This was the nickname that Shang Lin claimed at that time. Qu Dong still remembered clearly that Shang Lin said very seriously: The stadium is like a battlefield, and every second changes rapidly, and I am confident that I can face all this and command freely.

That sentence and that expression shocked Qu Dong, who was laughing secretly.

"Hey, have you heard me? Why are you in a daze again?" Yang Yan's voice pulled Qu Dong back to reality. Qu Dong straightened his mind and said lightly: "Everything you just said is too unrealistic!"

Yang Yan seemed to have guessed that Qu Donghui said this, and did not continue to force him. He just watched the teenagers running on the court and shouted loudly, sighed, "It's just a pity that this group of children is purely natural. For them, the game is like the warriors facing challenges. For them, victory requires life to defend with their lives, like dignity. I have seen many wild ball games, and a few of them come to attract sponsorship, and then they organize a league game like weaving ideals, and then in nothingness, they desperately strive for the winner's smile.

Qu Dong also sighed. He also heard that as the largest sports goods company in China, many times, he focused on the valueless amateur small-scale leagues. He lacked the due investment in large-scale national leagues like the Chinese Super League and the Chinese League One. This was once the most puzzling topic of the media. Unexpectedly, here he realized that this was all about the ideological issues of his friends.

"What a pity, these children have grown up and put down their beloved sports and devoted themselves to their livelihood futures. But these can only become a hobby to treasure. Old friend, don't you think it's a pity?" Yang Yan's expression suddenly became serious.

Qu Dong nodded. How many unknown geniuses were buried like this? This is indeed a huge waste.

"I don't know why I felt so many times suddenly. Maybe it was because I was very upset when I saw your indifferent expression on my face!" Yang Yan also realized that it was meaningless to say these things now. He regained his mentality and started to laugh and scold him again.

"Is that true?" Qu Dong also smiled, but he felt deeply saddened in his heart.

"Look at the football, come and make a bet, who will win?" Yang Yan found that Qu Dong seemed to be influenced by him, and smiled with a smile when he changed the subject.

"Nanyang!" Qu Dong was not vague at all.

"Why!" Yang Yan was surprised. Although he thought that the strength of Beiyang No. 12 Middle School was indeed not as strong as that of the host Nanyang, he could not make a final decision like Qu Dong without hesitation.

"Why? Haha!" Qu Dong laughed, "Basketball is different from football. A slight gap in strength will be the complete tilt of the victory scale! You still don't understand this principle! Old friend!"

"Is this the case?" Yang Yan was a little unbelievable. Although he was a national figure saying this, he was too immersed in football, which surprised him by this theorem.

"Well, that's right. Basketball needs to score one point after another to win the game. Just like building a house, which construction worker is good, has sufficient materials and is well equipped, the faster the house will be completed. For football, the advantage of 89 minutes cannot beat a fatal mistake!" Qu Dong said with a smile.

Yang Yan nodded and said, "It makes sense, it's hard to believe. No wonder there are much fewer people gambling basketball!"

"Haha!" Qu Dong laughed.

Yang Yan turned his gaze back to the stadium, looked at the Beiyang team, running desperately, and his crazy expression suddenly felt a sigh in his heart after getting Qu Dong's answer.

"I found out that I started to fall in love with basketball!" Yang Yan suddenly said to himself.

"Huh~``What?" Qu Dong didn't hear it clearly and said strangely.

Yang Yan smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "It's nothing, watch the football!"

‘Coach, drink a little water!” Qin Lan handed over a bottle of mineral water and sent it to Shang Lin who was standing there, constantly commanding.

"Well, thank you!" Shang Lin took it and said thank you. He unscrewed it and poured it into his smokey throat. The situation became worse and worse. Nanyang obviously adapted to Beiyang's rapid and changeable tactics and began to carry out a very targeted half-time target to defend people to death, which made many of Shang Lin's commands fail.

This old man is really amazing. He just clicked my fatal hole in one go, and only grabbed the source without hitting the surface, preventing me from killing me. No matter how good the tactics are, it will be useless.

Shang Lin took another sip of his hand and said hatefully.

It is now the third quarter. Because of the successful defense and offense in the second quarter, the gap between Beiyang and Nanyang has changed from double digits to single digits, 49 to 41, which is already a big victory, but Shang Lin felt that the situation was no longer under his control.

Because Beiyang's personal skills were not in good order, the defense of the man-focused defense in this half of the game strangled Beiyang's attack to death. The opponent had already resolved two attacks. When the third attack, Ye Changfeng made a hasty move and was taken by Nanyang to take a defensive rebound. He passed by a strong straight pass. Deng Xiaofei, who was on the court with an amazing speed, scored to 10 points. Shang Lin could no longer hold it and asked for another timeout.

The pause sounded, and Shang Lin turned around and came over.

Yan Yufeng, who had been expecting, suddenly stood up and looked at his coach with fighting spirit.

Shang Lin looked at his most proud disciple silently, waved his hand, and said in a low voice: "Be serious! Change the upper wisdom!"

"Yeah!`ah?" Yan Yufeng naturally understood what the coach was telling him, but then he said the next sentence and was surprised.

What does this mean? Shangzhi has always been on the court as a coach's tactical radio station. Now he replaces Shangzhi himself. What trick is this?

Shang Lin glanced at Yan Yufeng who was puzzled and immediately ordered: "Now, Nanyang is fighting to target people, someone needs to tear open this line. Shangzhi has been controlled by someone. You go up and you will command the attack!"

Yan Yufeng immediately understood, nodded calmly, and then walked towards the technical seat.

When Yan Yufeng stood on the sidelines, the sharp-eyed audience began to call. The calm atmosphere suddenly rose again. Some people in the stands even stood up.

All the uninformed people immediately felt this strange atmosphere, and some of them immediately became keen to realize that all the changes were related to this No. 8 who was about to appear on the field.

"It's so cool, this is the star effect!" A person sitting next to Liu Xiaoyu shouted in an envious tone.

"Celebrity?" Liu Xiaoyu was puzzled when he heard this, and patted the person who was talking and asked, "Who is this No. 8?"

The man immediately showed a surprised expression, and immediately changed into disdain. He curled his lips and said, "What do you outsiders know? This is Yan Yufeng, our number one star in the South District, nicknamed Kobe, n't you awesome!"

"The number one star, nicknamed Kobe! n awesome?``````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` Poor, who had three fouls in the first quarter was actually a big star? God, don't make such jokes, okay? It's going to kill people!

"Hmph, you'll know later~!" The man didn't want to pay attention to this strange smiling person, so he snorted and continued to watch the game.

"I found that the southerners are indeed very funny!" Mengzi heard it just now, and when Liu Xiaoyu took it back, he sneered in a low voice.

"Hehe, it should be. Who said that there is a lack of real high level here?" Liu Xiaoyu sneered. In his eyes, the treatment he encountered by No. 8 was both ridiculous and annoying.

As the last championship and MVP, he has never been treated like this on the spot. Just a appearance can cause excitement from the whole audience. This really makes Liu Xiaoyu feel deeply jealous of being disappointed and behind. Moreover, in his eyes, this feeling is even stronger when No. 8 is nothing.

Han Shuo was also a little strange. He vaguely heard someone shouting Little Kobe's voice, and someone was also shouting Yan Yufeng's name at the same time. Looking at No. 8 who was about to play, he was finally sure that everyone was excited about this person.

"This person seems very popular!" Han Shuo sighed.

"Yeah, I'm quite envious!" Ge Hui continued indifferently.

"I remembered that the person everyone called at the beginning was this person, but this person ended in the first quarter, and it seemed that people were still very reluctant!" Han Shuo remembered.

"Well, I got three fouls when the first quarter started for only five minutes, so I was replaced!" Ge Hui continued. It seemed that this big man was not like his surface, and even remembered clearly when he went down.

"Where is Beiyang going to attack back?" Han Shuo didn't know whether he was talking to himself or asking his partner.

Ge Hui yawned, stretched his waist and said, "Who knows?"
To be continued...