In the chair on the other side of the scorer's table, Curry slumped as the team trainer hurriedly massaged his leg muscles. The others sat quietly nearby.
"Probably, but it doesn't seem to help..." Curry hadn't called for a screen. That was Zhang Yu's instruction.
The team waited until the Bulldogs' players began returning to the court before relaxing and following them back out.
Zhang Yu had already laid out the play. He'd called another timeout to give Curry a little more rest.
Brewer's first step was lightning-fast. Mike Green hustled back into position, but Brewer still blew past him in one step, forcing Drew to rush over and help.
Of course, his three-point percentage really was a little low—just 31.2 percent. He generally avoided taking threes whenever he could.
"Should I call another one?"
There weren't enough timeouts in the NCAA. With Zhang Yu's stature, how could he let Coach Lu outdo him? He should've called at least two timeouts in a row.
Zhang Yu sighed, feeling helpless. He had to save the timeout for the end. If he used it now and the offense failed, Florida wouldn't even get a chance to inbound in the frontcourt after fouling.
Curry waved a hand.
Curry waved a hand. He'd seen Curry call for a pick-and-roll countless times in his previous life, only to draw a double-team instead.
When the clock reached twenty seconds, Curry started dribbling, taking small steps forward as Brewer slowly backed away.
After the second timeout, Florida's players didn't rush into anything. Brewer quietly asked Taurian Green beside him:
"I'm one of the 'Four' too!"
The reason strong teams were strong was that they had extraordinary resilience.
The Florida players heading upcourt stopped when they heard him. They turned toward Horford and nodded firmly, their eyes seeming to blaze with fire.
Curry switched to a between-the-legs dribble and moved the ball to his right hand. His right shoulder suddenly feinted, and Brewer instinctively slid over. Curry followed with a behind-the-back dribble and stepped left. Brewer couldn't react in time and failed to keep up, giving Curry enough space to shoot.
"I'm fine, Boss. I feel a lot better. We've only got one timeout left, right? Let's save it for the end."
His double-team scheme had worked, forcing Brewer to catch the ball in an area where he wasn't comfortable. But Zhang Yu hadn't expected Brewer to beat two defenders through sheer individual skill and score.
He had to save the timeout for the end. If he used it now and the offense failed, Florida wouldn't even get a chance to inbound in the frontcourt after fouling.
After seeing Zhang Yu's signal, Curry didn't rush into the offense. He dribbled at the top of the arc instead.
71–75.
Zhang Yu thought it over, then had no choice but to let it go.
He was still thinking about the lineup when Curry had already dribbled into the frontcourt. Brewer waited in front of him, ready to defend.
Horford moved to the edge of the paint on the left side of the basket, leaned into Julian Becko, and raised a hand for the ball.
The ball swished through the net, not the outcome Brewer had hoped for.
The Florida players heading upcourt stopped when they heard him. They turned toward Horford and nodded firmly, their eyes seeming to blaze with fire.
"Probably, but it doesn't seem to help..."
He didn't pass the ball back to Horford to run the offense. Instead, with a change of direction, he easily blew past Curry, who was exhausted to the point of collapse, and drove into the paint.
In the chair on the other side of the scorer's table, Curry slumped as the team trainer hurriedly massaged his leg muscles. The others sat quietly nearby.
There weren't enough timeouts in the NCAA. With Zhang Yu's stature, how could he let Coach Lu outdo him? He should've called at least two timeouts in a row.
Curry reached a step beyond the three-point line, moved the ball to his right hand, and faked a drive. When Brewer backed up, Curry suddenly pulled the ball behind him and took a long step back with his right foot!
Brewer hesitated after catching the ball. Rather than shoot the three, he dribbled straight into the paint.
"I'm fine, Boss. I feel a lot better. We've only got one timeout left, right? Let's save it for the end."
73–75.
The Bulldogs led by four, and Florida's situation was dire!
Taurian Green took Horford's inbound pass and quickly advanced upcourt.
After seeing Zhang Yu's signal, Curry didn't rush into the offense. He dribbled at the top of the arc instead.
The long timeout finally ended, and play resumed.
Fortunately, Donovan helped out, so calling just one timeout had worked well enough.
His players hadn't let him down.
They'd stayed in school for another year not to fall in the Sweet Sixteen, but to win another championship. They had to win this game!
The shot clock ticked down. Curry kept his eyes on it, and when ten seconds remained, he finally made his move.
Curry hadn't called for a screen. That was Zhang Yu's instruction.
The arena in St. Louis fell silent. Everyone watched the one-on-one matchup nervously.
After resting through two consecutive timeouts, Curry had recovered some of his stamina. More importantly, he'd pulled back from the brink of collapse.
Taurian Green took Horford's inbound pass and quickly advanced upcourt.
71–75.
71–72. Florida trailed by just one.
They'd stayed in school for another year not to fall in the Sweet Sixteen, but to win another championship. They had to win this game!
After resting through two consecutive timeouts, Curry had recovered some of his stamina. More importantly, he'd pulled back from the brink of collapse.
Zhang Yu frowned slightly, but he'd expected this after putting in a small lineup. He pressed both hands downward, signaling Curry to slow the pace.
After the second timeout, Florida's players didn't rush into anything. Brewer quietly asked Taurian Green beside him:
Faced with desperation, Florida's players didn't fall apart. Horford shouted, "Gators, we will win!"
He frequently crossed over in front of his body, trying to shift Brewer's center of gravity, but Brewer had plenty of defensive experience and didn't bite.
Wasn't Butler supposed to have one timeout left?
"Gators, we will win!"
Looks like the team still needed a wing who could defend...
He preferred attacking the basket to shooting.
Back then, he'd often cursed Kerr for being stubborn. He wasn't going to make the same mistake now.
Curry reached a step beyond the three-point line, moved the ball to his right hand, and faked a drive. When Brewer backed up, Curry suddenly pulled the ball behind him and took a long step back with his right foot!
Horford caught Mike Green closing in from the corner of his eye. He lifted the ball high to avoid the two defenders' pressure and passed it to Brewer.
But Curry's foot suddenly gave way as he gathered the ball. He didn't get as much distance on his step-back as he'd expected. He'd finally reached his limit.
"I'm fine, Boss. I feel a lot better. We've only got one timeout left, right? Let's save it for the end."
He had to save the timeout for the end. If he used it now and the offense failed, Florida wouldn't even get a chance to inbound in the frontcourt after fouling.
Curry saw Zhang Yu's signal and didn't rush into the offense. He dribbled at the top of the arc instead.
71–75.
Zhang Yu thought it over, then had no choice but to let it go.
He frequently crossed over in front of his body, trying to shift Brewer's center of gravity, but Brewer had plenty of defensive experience and didn't bite.
71–72. Florida trailed by just one.
Zhang Yu thought it over, then had no choice but to let it go.
He was still thinking about the lineup when Curry had already dribbled into the frontcourt. Brewer waited in front of him, ready to defend.
Horford moved to the edge of the paint on the left side of the basket, leaned into Julian Becko, and raised a hand for the ball.
The ball swished through the net, not the outcome Brewer had hoped for.
The Florida players heading upcourt stopped when they heard him. They turned toward Horford and nodded firmly, their eyes seeming to blaze with fire.
"Probably, but it doesn't seem to help..."
He didn't pass the ball back to Horford to run the offense. Instead, with a change of direction, he easily blew past Curry, who was exhausted to the point of collapse, and drove into the paint.
In the chair on the other side of the scorer's table, Curry slumped as the team trainer hurriedly massaged his leg muscles. The others sat quietly nearby.
There weren't enough timeouts in the NCAA. With Zhang Yu's stature, how could he let Coach Lu outdo him? He should've called at least two timeouts in a row.
Curry reached a step beyond the three-point line, moved the ball to his right hand, and faked a drive. When Brewer backed up, Curry suddenly pulled the ball behind him and took a long step back with his right foot!
Brewer hesitated after catching the ball. Rather than shoot the three, he dribbled straight into the paint.
"I'm fine, Boss. I feel a lot better. We've only got one timeout left, right? Let's save it for the end."
73–75.
The Bulldogs led by four, and Florida's situation was dire!
Taurian Green took Horford's inbound pass and quickly advanced upcourt.
After seeing Zhang Yu's signal, Curry didn't rush into the offense. He dribbled at the top of the arc instead.
The long timeout finally ended, and play resumed.
Fortunately, Donovan helped out, so calling just one timeout had worked well enough.
His players hadn't let him down.
They'd stayed in school for another year not to fall in the Sweet Sixteen, but to win another championship. They had to win this game!
The shot clock ticked down. Curry kept his eyes on it, and when ten seconds remained, he finally made his move.
Curry hadn't called for a screen. That was Zhang Yu's instruction.
The arena in St. Louis fell silent. Everyone watched the one-on-one matchup nervously.
After resting through two consecutive timeouts, Curry had recovered some of his stamina. More importantly, he'd pulled back from the brink of collapse.
Taurian Green took Horford's inbound pass and quickly advanced upcourt.
71–75.
71–72. Florida trailed by just one.
They'd stayed in school for another year not to fall in the Sweet Sixteen, but to win another championship. They had to win this game!
After resting through two consecutive timeouts, Curry had recovered some of his stamina. More importantly, he'd pulled back from the brink of collapse.
Zhang Yu frowned slightly, but he'd expected this after putting in a small lineup. He pressed both hands downward, signaling Curry to slow the pace.
After the second timeout, Florida's players didn't rush into anything. Brewer quietly asked Taurian Green beside him:
Faced with desperation, Florida's players didn't fall apart. Horford shouted, "Gators, we will win!"
He frequently crossed over in front of his body, trying to shift Brewer's center of gravity, but Brewer had plenty of defensive experience and didn't bite.
Wasn't Butler supposed to have one timeout left?
"Gators, we will win!"
Looks like the team still needed a wing who could defend...
He preferred attacking the basket to shooting.
Back then, he'd often cursed Kerr for being stubborn. He wasn't going to make the same mistake now.
Curry reached a step beyond the three-point line, moved the ball to his right hand, and faked a drive. When Brewer backed up, Curry suddenly pulled the ball behind him and took a long step back with his right foot!
Horford caught Mike Green closing in from the corner of his eye. He lifted the ball high to avoid the two defenders' pressure and passed it to Brewer.
But Curry's foot suddenly gave way as he gathered the ball. He didn't get as much distance on his step-back as he'd expected. He'd finally reached his limit.
"I'm fine, Boss. I feel a lot better. We've only got one timeout left, right? Let's save it for the end."
He had to save the timeout for the end. If he used it now and the offense failed, Florida wouldn't even get a chance to inbound in the frontcourt after fouling.
Curry saw Zhang Yu's signal and didn't rush into the offense. He dribbled at the top of the arc instead.
71–75.
Zhang Yu thought it over, then had no choice but to let it go.
He frequently crossed over in front of his body, trying to shift Brewer's center of gravity, but Brewer had plenty of defensive experience and didn't bite.
71–72. Florida trailed by just one.
Zhang Yu thought it over, then had no choice but to let it go.
He was still thinking about the lineup when Curry had already dribbled into the frontcourt. Brewer waited in front of him, ready to defend.
Horford moved to the edge of the paint on the left side of the basket, leaned into Julian Becko, and raised a hand for the ball.
The ball swished through the net, not the outcome Brewer had hoped for.
The Florida players heading upcourt stopped when they heard him. They turned toward Horford and nodded firmly, their eyes seeming to blaze with fire.
"Probably, but it doesn't seem to help..."
But Curry's foot suddenly gave way as he gathered the ball. He didn't get as much distance on his step-back as he'd expected. He'd finally reached his limit.
"Probably, but it doesn't seem to help..."
But Curry's foot suddenly gave way as he gathered the ball. He didn't get as much distance on his step-back as he'd expected. He'd finally reached his limit.
In the chair on the other side of the scorer's table, Curry slumped as the team trainer hurriedly massaged his leg muscles. The others sat quietly nearby.
There weren't enough timeouts in the NCAA. With Zhang Yu's stature, how could he let Coach Lu outdo him? He should've called at least two timeouts in a row.
Wasn't Butler supposed to have one timeout left?
Looks like the team still needed a wing who could defend...
He preferred attacking the basket to shooting.
"Gators, we will win!"
Curry didn't call for a screen. That was Zhang Yu's instruction.
The arena in St. Louis fell silent. Everyone watched the one-on-one matchup nervously.
After resting through two consecutive timeouts, Curry had recovered some of his stamina. More importantly, he'd pulled back from the brink of collapse.
Taurian Green took Horford's inbound pass and quickly advanced upcourt.
71–75.
71–72. Florida trailed by just one.
They'd stayed in school for another year not to fall in the Sweet Sixteen, but to win another championship. They had to win this game!
After resting through two consecutive timeouts, Curry had recovered some of his stamina. More importantly, he'd pulled back from the brink of collapse.
Zhang Yu frowned slightly, but he'd expected this after putting in a small lineup. He pressed both hands downward, signaling Curry to slow the pace.
After the second timeout, Florida's players didn't rush into anything. Brewer quietly asked Taurian Green beside him:
Curry hadn't called for a screen. That was Zhang Yu's instruction.
Wasn't Butler supposed to have one timeout left?
"Gators, we will win!"
Florida had been outscored by only one point, and Zhang Yu stood up and moved to the edge of the court, pressing both hands down to tell Curry to run down the clock.
Curry saw Zhang Yu's signal and didn't rush into the offense. He dribbled at the top of the arc instead.
The Bulldogs still led by one. Zhang Yu got up and moved to the edge of the court, pressing both hands down to tell Curry to run down the clock.
"I'm one of the 'Four' too!"
They'd stayed in school for another year not to fall in the Sweet Sixteen, but to win another championship. They had to win this game!
Zhang Yu thought it over, then had no choice but to let it go.
He was still thinking about the lineup when Curry had already dribbled into the frontcourt. Brewer waited in front of him, ready to defend.
The shot clock ticked down. Curry kept his eyes on it, and when ten seconds remained, he finally made his move.
Curry hadn't called for a screen. That was Zhang Yu's instruction.
He'd seen Curry call for a pick-and-roll countless times in his previous life, only to draw a double-team instead.
After the second timeout, Florida's players didn't rush into anything. Brewer quietly asked Taurian Green beside him:
Curry hadn't called for a screen. That was Zhang Yu's instruction.
Wasn't Butler supposed to have one timeout left?
He hadn't passed the ball back to Horford to run the offense. Instead, with a change of direction, he easily blew past Curry, who was exhausted to the point of collapse, and drove into the paint.
The Bulldogs still led by one. Zhang Yu got up and moved to the edge of the court, pressing both hands down to tell Curry to run down the clock.
Curry didn't call for a screen. That was Zhang Yu's instruction.
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