The competition is over and the societies have left.

The players of the No. 1 Middle School basketball team were retained by Yang Guohui to conduct a post-game summary.

The game cannot be over after the game is over. It also needs to be summarized, check for omissions and fill in the gaps, so that we can learn from it and achieve progress and improvement.

Since there was no video, there was no way to conduct video analysis. Of course, even if there was, there would be no time to edit the video. But Yang Guohui had his own way. He took out a small book with all the game records he had made.

"An Xin." Yang Guohui shouted.

An Xin understood and handed over a form.

This is the statistics. One row is the player's name and jersey number, and the back is the player's personal data, including points, rebounds, steals, assists, blocks, assists, and turnovers.

These are the regular data items in basketball games, in addition to two-point field goals, three-point field goals, and free throws.

A series of data combined together can basically reflect a player's performance in this game.

After reading the statistics and comparing them with the records in his notebook, Yang Guohui said: "In today's game, we played well overall. The offensive efficiency was good, and the tactics were also good. But on defense

We still need to strengthen, switch defense, supplementary defense, and necessary assistance defense are not yet in place."

Listening, the players nodded in unison.

This can be seen from the fact that Gao Yiyang and Yu Rui scored a lot of points.

What's more, the players also know whether they defend well or not.

"This is related to the lack of sufficient tacit understanding between the old and new players. They still need to practice more, so I won't say more here." Yang Guohui said it in one sentence and did not dwell on this issue. The establishment of a defensive system does not happen overnight.

The tacit understanding between old and new players cannot be cultivated in three to five days. It cannot be rushed.

He changed the subject: "Now let me talk about your personal performance."

"Yuan Feng, you did a good job on both offense and defense, but you need to be faster when it comes to defense and delays."

"Han Hui, rebounding is your strong point, but you failed to show it today. Please reflect on it. Also, stop being cool on the court and cut off your bangs."

Han Hui listened to the first sentence very humbly, but when he heard the second sentence, he was suddenly shocked and said with a grimace: "Isn't it okay if I don't act handsome? My head can be cut off, and my hairstyle can't be messed up. I already know that, coach."

Wrong."

Yang Guohui glanced at him, neither saying yes nor no, and turned to look at Xiao Qingyang: "Xiao Qingyang, you played well on the offensive end, but you still have the same problem, resisting physical confrontation, especially when facing big players. Here.

I need to be tougher and learn more from Zhuang Yu. Zhuang Yu is only 1.8 meters tall and has no fear of hitting the inside."

In fact, for a high school freshman, Xiao Qingyang's performance today was already outstanding.

But Yang Guohui had high hopes for him, so his requirements were extremely high.

"Oh." Xiao Qingyang responded, glanced at Zhuang Yu subconsciously, and muttered unconvinced, "Isn't it just a breakthrough and hitting the basket? I can do that too."

After that, Yang Guohui commented one by one, affirming the good aspects of the players and pointing out the bad aspects.

Finally, it was Zhuang Yu's turn.

"Zhuang Yu." Yang Guohui looked at Zhuang Yu.

For a moment, everyone turned their heads and looked at Zhuang Yu, wondering what the coach would say about Zhuang Yu.

With so many eyes focused on him, Zhuang Yu felt a little uncomfortable. He scratched his face and said, "Coach, please tell me, I'll listen."

"hehe."

Seeing his reaction, Yang Guohui laughed and said: "You played very well today and sent out 12 assists, which far exceeded my expectations. But the reason why you had so many assists today is because of your

If the breakthrough is sharp enough, it can always disrupt the opponent's defense and make it easier for teammates to score. In turn, it is also because Yuan Feng and Xiao Qingyang contain the defense that you can be so relaxed."

"In other words, although you have more assists today, it doesn't mean how good your passing is. Do you understand?"

After giving Zhuang Yu a timely nod, Yang Guohui said warmly: "So you still have to practice more to further improve your passing skills and organizational skills."

Zhuang Yu quickly agreed and felt relieved.

After some summary comments and guidance, Yang Guohui put away his notebook: "The day after tomorrow we will go to No. 8 Middle School for the second warm-up match, so everyone should prepare well."

"Disband!"

...

When Zhuang Yu returned to class, Zhao Yuanhao, Wu Xi, and Li Guangmao came together and talked about today's game.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan came over.

When he saw that she was holding a bottle of drink in her hand and looking shy, Zhao Yuanhao winked at Wu Xi and others without evading anyone.

Several people dispersed.

Zhuang Yu had a headache, so he thought for a while and said, "Let's go out and talk."

When they came outside, before Zhang Yuan could speak, Zhuang Yu said: "Zhang Yuan, I'm very busy every day. In addition to classes, I also have training and competitions. I have no time and no intention to fall in love. Really, it's not you.

Not good, just..."

"I understand." Before she could finish speaking, Zhang Yuan interrupted, holding the drink bottle tightly with her little hands, lowering her head and saying, "I won't affect you."

After saying that, she thrust the drink into Zhuang Yu's hand, ran back to the classroom, and left Zhuang Yu in the corridor.

Looking at the drink in his hand, Zhuang Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head.

When Zhuang Yu returned to his seat, Zhao Yuanhao touched him with his elbow and asked in a low voice: "Why did you make Zhang Yuan cry?"

"Crying?" Zhuang Yu was startled, and subconsciously turned to look, but the fat man pulled him back, "What are you looking at? Do you want to go over and comfort me?"

Zhuang Yu had no choice but to give up.

...

One day later, the No. 1 Middle School basketball team ushered in its second warm-up match.

The venue of this competition is No. 8 Middle School.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the players gathered at the school gate and immediately took the bus to No. 8 Middle School.

When we arrived at the basketball gym of No. 8 Middle School, we saw that the players from No. 8 Middle School were already warming up, and there were many students from No. 8 Middle School sitting in the audience.

"Trash one."

"You are destined to lose, just wait and cry."

Some people booed and shouted loudly on the field.

The last game was in the No. 1 Middle School, and the players who were booed were the No. 8 Middle School players. Now that the positions have been changed, Zhuang Yu feels a little uncomfortable.

"Don't worry about it." Yuan Feng said with a smile.

Han Hui put his arms around Zhuang Yu's shoulders. After the last "air pick-up and eating cake", he was particularly affectionate to Zhuang Yu: "This is just a warm-up match. When there are more people in the city league audience, the boos will be louder."

Big, just treat them like air."

Listening to the boos in the audience, Zhuang Yu closed his eyes for a while to adapt, and smiled: "I wasn't used to it just now, but I'm much better now."

Ha ha......
Chapter completed!