Champion Rules

Chapter 25024: Lynch’s Value (Please Read!)

"Illa! Illa! Illa! Juanito! Maravilla!"

The mighty battle song resounded throughout the Vistagre Bullring, and the 17-year-old Lynch ended the decline of Madrid basketball.

At the Bernabéu, every time a home game reaches the 7th minute, the home fans will shout this sentence in unison to pay tribute to the spirit of Juanito.

The Juanito spirit inherited by the Bernabéu has achieved cross-border resonance at this moment.

The commentator's voice trembled. "A perfect start! Oh my God! This is the dream of so many young basketball players! At 17 years old, wearing a Real Madrid jersey, he blocked the opponent's star forward in his first round of his career, and then stole the ball, robbed it, and scored a dunk in the next round! Coach Julio Lamas is not crazy. Lynch is his sharpest weapon!"

Nocioni walked over and reached out to pull up the fallen Luis Scola.

Although Diamond had just been snatched away by Lynch and stepped over by him, he was not angry.

This is competitive sports. What you are betting on is not only victory or defeat, but also dignity.

If you can't beat them, shut up.

What's more, it's still uncertain who will win or lose.

"What a fucking beast, huh?" Nocioni shook his head. Lynch's body was no less impressive than those monsters on the Dream Team.

Diamond replied with a relaxed smile: "Everyone on the Dream Team is faster and stronger than us. But it doesn't matter. Basketball is not track and field."

Well, Nocioni and Scola didn't care about what Lynch had just done. All that just happened only showed that Lynch was talented, nothing more.

But basketball isn't won by talent alone.

As the game continued, Teodosic, sitting on the bench, recalled a game from last year. Serbia and Montenegro's U18 center, Blagotar Sekulić, thought he could attack the basket at will, but after being blocked by Lynch, he lost his mind and ran recklessly throughout the game.

Today, Nocioni's start was a replica of Sekulic's.

However, the subsequent choices of the two players led to divergent paths.

The experienced Nocioni is no greenhorn; he's a mature professional. After assessing Lynch's strength in the first round, he knew the number 10 was not to be taken lightly, and he refrained from any rash action.

For him, a victory is the glory of the whole team, and he doesn't necessarily have to score points himself.

Baskonia restarted the offensive gear. Prigioni passed the ball to Oberto who was in the high position. Oberto passed the ball to Scola who was cutting in along the baseline. The timing of the pass perfectly overlapped with Scola's trajectory of cutting in from the baseline.

The Argentines seem to have brought the ideas of the green field to the basketball court, and their passing and cutting are always smooth and fluid.

Lynch quickly returned to the basket to assist in defense, blocking Scola's cutting in, but caught a glimpse of the basketball passing through his blind spot like a dagger.

Diamond calmly made a no-look pass to Nocioni, who was temporarily left open by Lynch.

Nocioni's shooting is not stable, but it is not completely ineffective.

Faced with this wide-open opportunity, he did not hesitate at all.

But when he made the move, he was covered by a big hand even though he was clearly in an open position.

Lynch turned and rushed out from under the basket with incredible speed, stretched out his long arms, and blocked Nocioni's fingertips!

Nocioni's shot finally flew away in front of the basket, and the Pampas' passing and cutting magic lost its effect in front of Lynch.

This is not just a display of physical fitness. Lynch first blocked Scala and then blocked Nocioni, which is enough to show how good his ability to read the game is.

"Bien ahí!" (Good job!) Julio Lamas jumped up in a rising dragon punch stance, and he knew that his choice was right!

Lynch is a guy who can be both a defensive core and an offensive core. His age has never been an obstacle for him to become the core!

Greek Antonios Fuzis fought with Luis Scola under the basket and struggled to grab the rebound.

This is why he doesn't like to play center, as center is the position where he does the dirty work.

But Lynch's ability to help defend forced Fuchs to stand at the five position. When Lynch ran all over the half court, there had to be someone in the penalty area to protect the rebounds.

Fuchs still didn't like playing center and was still annoyed with Julio Lamas, but he also admitted that Lynch was better at the four than he was, and the team needed that level of help defense.

Nocioni missed for the second time in a row and shrugged helplessly at Scola, who had made the pass. This offense was played with patience and beauty, and it finally led to a good opportunity.

But there was no way, Lynch used his personal ability to mend the torn defense line.

Double champion Baskonia still failed to score, and it was time for Real Madrid to attack again.

As Luis Bullock advanced with the ball, Real Madrid captain Alberto Herreros yelled, "Don't be fucking stupid! And don't throw your hands up at your teammates after you miss the shot!"

Louis Bullock ignored him. "What's wrong with me just spreading my hands?" This is a common gesture among great players.

The American defender didn't care about his captain's yelling, but he didn't do anything stupid again.

He waved from two steps outside the three-point line, and Lynch received the signal and stepped forward to set the screen. Like most traditional point guards, Prigioni possessed excellent defensive awareness and quick hands for steals. However, due to his physical limitations, his overall defensive ability was weak.

He was neither strong enough to squeeze through the screen from the front nor fast enough to get around the screen from behind, so switching defense was the only option for the South American team.

Nocioni switched defense to Louis Bullock. He knew that this bastard was a killer on the offensive end in La Liga last season, so he must not give him space to shoot.

At the same time, Scola and Oberto retreated tacitly, ready to meet Lynch's stormy rush to the basket.

But Lynch didn't do that. After the pick-and-roll, he bounced out to the top of the arc outside the three-point line. The sudden change in tactics caused the South American army's defensive formation to collapse instantly.

Luis Scola realized something and wanted to rush out to interfere, but he met the timely cover of Alberto Herreros.

The Real Madrid captain's statistics have always been mediocre and he has never been the team's breakthrough point.

But he's always everywhere, influencing the game in ways that the statistics don't capture.

"Damn it!" Scola was stopped. Whether Lynch could score next depended entirely on his own touch.

He knew that Lynch had not shown his shooting ability before, but Real Madrid would never arrange a three-point tactic for him inexplicably. Lynch was definitely sure to make the shot!
After Louis Bullock took Nocioni away, he passed the ball from behind to Real Madrid's No. 10, while Lynch was only in front of Prigioni, who was 191 cm tall.

In the stands, Lakers overseas scout Marcellas also widened his eyes: "Wait, don't fucking tell me!"

Lynch made his move calmly, his movements were not graceful, but smooth enough.

Prigioni tried to stretch out his hand, but the difference in height and arm span between the two was too big.

The greatest sorrow in this world is that I clearly have the opportunity to hit you hard, but I can't reach it even if I stand on tiptoe.

The orange and black basketball slipped out of Lynch's fingertips, like a sharp blade thrown out, cutting through the night sky of Madrid, tearing through the slogans "Professional basketball is terrible" and "Lamas must be crazy to let a 17-year-old kid start."

After the shot, the number 10 in white remained expressionless under the spotlights of the stadium, like a graceful swordsman calmly sheathing his sword.

When the basketball went into the net, he just pursed his lips, waved his fist, and glanced at the South American team opposite.

I don’t care if you are the golden generation, a professional player, or a double champion, I’m coming to kill you!
Louis Bullock, who had completed the assist, spread his hands towards the captain, "Look, I don't need any reminders."

Alberto Herreros shook his head. That was why he hated all the bastards who threw their hands up at their teammates.

Before, when Lynch used his raw talent to block Nocioni and rob Scola, the Argentine diamond could still smile.

But this time, when Lynch hit the three-pointer, the usually calm Argentine superstar showed his anxiety for the first time, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead: "He is not just a young idiot with explosive physical fitness. He can jump shot and he knows how to read the game. Damn, we are in big trouble tonight!"

Yes, raw talent alone doesn't win games.

But someone with great talent and who knows how to play the game can.

The Spanish commentator's shouting drowned out the Argentines' nervousness.

"Hit! Lynch hit a three-pointer! Serbia's fairytale continues in Spain! As far as I know, Lynch didn't make a single three-pointer in the Serbian Youth League last season. How much has this already outstanding kid improved?! In any case, this kid has completely turned the page on Madrid basketball's shame."

At that moment, Marcellus felt as if he had gone deaf. The commentator's voice disappeared, the fans' shouts disappeared, and there was nothing around him.

"Oh shit."

Marcellus finally couldn't help but break the oppressive silence with his own curse words.

Soon, the sound gradually returned. He then realized that the problem was not with his ears, but with his thoughts.

His thoughts were stuck on the moment when Lynch calmly made a jump shot and turned away.

It was an extremely terrifying moment.

That means that a name that has always been blank in the three-point data column in the Serbian Youth League is now declaring its evolution in the most deadly way.

Marcellas didn't think it was a fluke or a short-lived touch, because Real Madrid would not have specially arranged a three-point tactic for someone who could only score goals by fluke.

Now, on the court is a forward with better physical fitness than KG, rebounding ability as abnormal as Moses Malone, top-notch defensive ability, more explosive offense than Shawn Kemp, and firepower that can cover the three-point line!

If that were the case, the Los Angeles Lakers might never have been able to acquire Lynch in the summer of 2004.

Because any team that draws the No. 1 pick will not easily trade it.

Just like the 1997 San Antonio Spurs would never trade their No. 1 pick.

Lynch has become the brightest cornerstone for rebuilding glory.

If the Los Angeles Lakers must use Lynch to rebuild, then only Mitch Kupchak is willing to exchange him for Kobe Bryant or Shaquille O'Neal, who are already incompatible with him!
Marcellus isn't saying this will necessarily happen.

But that's what Lynch is worth now.

(I finished two chapters early today, please read them!)
(End of this chapter)