Champion Rules

Chapter 39 036: The Champion's Law Requires Courage to Execute (Please Read!)
Retired.

Hearing this word, Dejan Bodiroga's fist hit the back of the bench like a hammer.

This genius, who dominated Europe with his smooth singles skills, suffered the most humiliating humiliation he had ever experienced in the first quarter.

Meanwhile, Real Madrid fans in the stands were shouting "MVP!" Highlights from Lynch's first quarter were playing on the big screen.

Lynch listened to the cheers and felt more excited than ever before.

For Lynch, the first quarter was a perfect performance and a refreshing revenge.

He knocked the always arrogant guy to the ground.

He seemed to hear the crisp sound of metal falling to the ground, and the crown that symbolized the dominance of Europe rolled into the dust, and Deyang's stunned face was reflected on the gilded surface.

The King of Europe felt extremely offended, but he knew that the first quarter was just the beginning and the young man wanted more.

He wanted to crush his own pride and then run over the ruins of the old dynasty with his bloody boots.

These cheers and all the light shining on Lynch made Dejan Bodiroga angry.

When the buzzer sounded to signal the start of the second period, the legendary European champion, who had won three European titles in the past four years, clenched his shirt tightly with his fists.

"These are mine, all mine!"

At this moment, Dejan Bodiroga felt a strong, primitive desire for honor and status in his heart, and he would never allow these things to be taken away by another man.

That's right, man. Now, Bodiroga no longer dares to treat Lynch as just a little kid.

Carlos Navarro glanced at Dejan Bodiroga, who was muttering to himself, and said coldly, "This (glory) is not yours, it's ours."

Dejan Bodiroga didn't care what Carlos Navarro said, but he would soon understand what Navarro meant.

The game continued, and Real Madrid's attack continued with the same pattern as the previous game. Lynch became a tactical fulcrum rather than an end point, helping others create opportunities.

But Antonios Fuzzis' jump shot bounced off the rim. He had a bad touch in the first quarter, and his first jump shot in the second quarter hit the front of the basket again, making a dull sound.

In the last game against Maccabi, the Greek shot 6 of 8 from three-point range. Obviously, he can't produce such a shooting performance every night, and even the most fiery shooter can hardly escape the influence of the ups and downs of his shooting touch.

Barcelona's counterattack was swift and fierce. Dejan Bodiroga rushed across half court like a wounded lion, followed by a Eurostep and an aerial shot, then dove and dodged, trying to circumvent Lynch's giant hand.

He did avoid the block, but Lynch was still hanging high in the air, his raised arms blocking out the sun, compressing the angle of the layup to the limit.

The Serbian player's layup finally bounced off the rim, and he missed the attack again under Lynch's defense!

"8 out of 2! The throne of the King of Europe has been branded with a mark of shame!"

However, because Lynch jumped up to help defend Bodiroga, he could not completely worry about protecting the rebounds.

The defensive rebounding of the sweeping power forward position is often not top-notch. Lynch can get so many rebounds because his offensive rebounding data is particularly exaggerated. Sometimes he can get two or three offensive rebounds in one attack.

While Lynch was blocking Bodiroga, Anderson Varejao took advantage of the opportunity to grab the rebound and then passed it to Carlos Navarro.

Dejan Bodiroga immediately stepped out of the three-point line and raised his hand to ask for the ball.

But Carlos Navarro just glanced at him with a cold look, then waved his hand and called for cover.

"Hey!" Bodillo shouted, but Navarro still ignored him.

As the youngest player in Barcelona's trident, Carlos Navarro plays the role of Dejan Bodiroga and George Facca's younger brother most of the time.

He is their supporting player and the deepest attacking option among the three.

But at this time, after Dejan Bodiroga turned this into a personal grudge between him and Lynch, Carlos Navarro stepped out of the role of "little brother".

This son of Barcelona, ​​who was once willing to be a supporting role, now has to defend a deeper belief.

Unlike Bodiroga, who wandered around like a mercenary and established a nomadic dynasty, Navarro was born in Barcelona and came from the Barcelona youth training system. Barcelona is his basketball root.

For the glory of Barcelona, ​​this Spanish supernova who won the MVP of the World Youth Championship in 99, was selected for the national team in the 00 Olympics, and became a La Liga All-Star in the 00-01 season, was willing to be inferior to two foreigners.

He values ​​Barcelona's honor above all else.

But for the glory of Barcelona, ​​he can also choose to ignore Bodiroga.

Carlos Navarro would never allow Bodiroga to lose everything because of his impulsiveness.

Carlos Navarro broke through the screen and made a layup against Lynch's assist defense.

He can throw the ball in from all angles, even when he's off balance.

After scoring the goal, Navarro stared at Lynch tenaciously. The glory of Barcelona must not be trampled upon by the white dog!

Watching Real Madrid win the European Championship? That's even more disgusting than watching an NTR movie and getting into trouble!
Amid the sudden roar from the Catalan stands, Bodiroga stood in the backcourt, stunned.

He suddenly realized that the battlefield where he once roamed freely was now being remeasured by two young men in completely different ways.

He completely lost his right to rule, and young people became the protagonists of today.

"Damn it!" Lynch gritted his teeth. He hated this kind of goal that brushed past his fingertips.

Fortunately, Herreros' shot was like timely rain and temporarily helped Real Madrid consolidate its leading advantage.

But throughout the second quarter, Real Madrid's outside shooting was still not outstanding.

Louis Brock was completely lost in the deathly entanglement of Navarro.

The Greek player wanted to slap himself twice. He couldn't aim at the basket today.

Although Herreros's ability to seize open spaces is accurate, his slow pace makes it difficult for him to break free from the shackles of defense, which makes it difficult for him to actually get any real open space.

Only Teodosic, emerging from the bench, maintained his dignity. This Serbian prodigy, once as renowned as Lynch, wasn't troubled by his transition from star to reserve, and he continued to take every game seriously. Tonight, it was his textbook jump shot that kept the perimeter offense flowing.

But relying solely on Theo's perimeter play and Lynch's charging play clearly wasn't enough for Real Madrid to defeat their opponent as easily as they had in the previous game. Meanwhile, Barcelona dominated the offense with Carlos Navarro, the Spanish guard lighting up the arena with one incredible floater after another.

If Lynch had not locked down Bodiroga and George Faca, two former sharp knives, Barcelona would probably have taken a big lead.

Everyone thought that tonight would be a showdown between Lynch and Bodiroga, but the huge waves of the new era have quietly flooded the sidelines of the court.

It is not enough to just deal with Bodiroga. If Lynch wants to wear the crown, he needs to do more.

The two sides took turns leading the score, and the tug-of-war continued into the fourth quarter.

When the game entered the fourth quarter, Barcelona simply tightened its defense and set up a double team.

They are willing to give Real Madrid some mid-range and long-range shooting opportunities, but will never let the White Army, especially the No. 10, easily attack the penalty area.

This tactic worked, and Real Madrid players' poor touch gave Barcelona counterattack opportunities again and again.

If it weren't for Lynch's terrifying offensive rebounding ability that allowed him to score many second-chance goals, the score would have been widened long ago.

Even the commentator on the scene joked: "Real Madrid's current tactic is to give the ball to the most confident person. What are you laughing at? Just taking a random shot and letting Lynch grab the offensive rebound, how is that not giving the ball to the best person? It's just that the way of giving it is a little special."

Julio Lamas really had no choice, after all, the player's touch was not something the coach could control.

More than halfway through the fourth quarter, when Dejan Bodiroga, Vallejo and George Faka worked together to protect the rim and prevent Lynch from missing the shot after his forced attack, Real Madrid was already trailing by 5 points.

Bodiroga has only scored 10 points so far today, which is far from his level. He has become a supporting role.

But compared to Lynch, he would rather let Carlos Navarro be the one wearing the crown.

Therefore, he put more energy into the defensive end, and his assist defense was very quick and tough.

The basketball bounced off the rim, and Lynch was about to jump for the second time, but Valanciunas deliberately wrapped his arms around Lynch, pretending to lose his balance and bringing Lynch down with him.

This wasn't a dirty, flagrant foul, but it was like spitting at someone during a conflict; it wasn't fatal, but it was disgusting.

After defending the ball and grabbing the rebound, Barcelona called a timeout.

At this time, there are only more than 3 minutes left in the game. This will be a crucial timeout that determines the fate of the two teams.

Lynch sat back on the bench with beads of sweat hanging from his chin.

Antonios Fuzzis, who shot just 2 for 9 tonight, buried his face in the towel: "Sorry Lynch, sorry, damn, I messed up!"

Louis Brock said nothing, just stared at the floor.

Alberto Herreros was too tired to speak, he had tried his best.

At this point, the bold Julio Lamas had only one option.

"Theo, at the critical moment, you come on the court, replace Luis, and play pick-and-roll with Lynch, playing the same basketball you played in Serbia. Lynch, after the pick-and-roll, don't go down, bounce outside to catch the ball, and use the mid-range and long-range shooting space that Barcelona gives you!
The Catalan bastards want to test your jump shot, so use it, use those open shots! Shoot bravely, don't be afraid. As long as you shoot decisively, your hit rate will respond to you!

It is a well-known fact that Lynch's shooting is not stable, and it is also the fundamental reason why Barcelona dares to shrink.

They don't believe that Real Madrid's shot can kill people, and they don't believe that Lynch's shot can kill people.

But Julio Lamas chose to trust his core: "This is your great moment. Forget about those comments about your unstable shooting. Don't let anyone tell you what you can and cannot do!"

Julio Lamas certainly knew that this was a huge pressure for an 18-year-old young man. If Lynch failed again and again, the responsibility of losing the championship would fall on his shoulders.

It is obviously an easier choice to pass the ball to teammates and disappear completely on the offensive end than to take the lead at this time.

The rules of a champion require courage to execute, and obviously not everyone has this.

But Lamas believes that Lynch will not back down. After a season, as the core of Real Madrid, Lynch has been living under a similar huge burden, and he has never backed down for a moment.

Instead, he became more and more mature, from a boy to a man, and from a man to a leader, leading the team all the way here.

Lynch nodded. Now only he could control the fate of the team.

Antonios Fuzis clenched his fists. "This time, I'll set up an off-ball screen for you!"

Louis Bullock, who was abandoned at the critical moment, grabbed Lynch's wrist. The American had never shown such a serious expression before: "Go ahead, Lynch. I've always known that I had no chance of returning to the NBA. But you are different. You can still let the world see you. Small Europe is not your ceiling, but your starting point. Go ahead, Lynch, go ahead, give it a try! Go and help me fuck some more big asses in Hollywood!"

Real Madrid captain Herreros also stared at Lynch: "When you came to Spain, you got the opportunity to change your life, and all you have to do is stop being a child. You have been doing very well in this regard, Lynch, better than I expected. Let them see what the leader of Real Madrid is."

Finally, Theo raised his fist and held it in the air: "It's just another victory over an opponent using the old-fashioned method."

Lynch and Theo bumped fists, and at that moment the buzzer signaling the end of the timeout sounded.

Real Madrid's No. 10 has gathered enough courage and he firmly believes that what is coming will be a great moment.

When he came on the court, listening to the cheers of more than 30,000 people and the powerful Barcelona Five Tigers on the opposite side, Lynch put his hands on his hips and stood side by side with his good brother Teodosic, forming the last high wall to protect the glory of Real Madrid.

Suddenly, Lynch said something nonsensical to Theo: "Actually, I lied to Coach Boshko."

"what?"

"Before in Serbia, when I told him I wanted to reduce my shooting and dribbling training and continue to develop my athletic ability, in order to convince him, I told him: The Godfather said that the greatest advantage in the world is when others underestimate your strengths.

Actually, that sentence doesn’t say that. The original version is: Aside from your enemies underestimating your strengths, the greatest natural advantage in the world is that your enemies overestimate your weaknesses.

He stared at the circle of scarlet jerseys on the opposite side, his Adam's apple rolling heavily: "Just like now, everyone is betting that my mid-range and long-range shots will be misfired."

In the shadows high up in the stands, Bulls general manager John Paxson unconsciously clutched the hem of his suit, feeling something brewing in the air.

In Game 5 of the 1991 Finals, he had the same feeling and the same sweat on his palms when he scored 10 points in a row in the last four minutes to kill the game.

(Thanks to the leader of the bear kid's whip kick, and thanks to Lin Xi, Boss Mei doesn't dig coal, and young man please stay for the rewards)

(End of this chapter)