Champion Rules

Chapter 35032: Young Leader (Please read!)
Marcio Baston, the strongest defensive forward in the European League, the man who broke the European League single-game block record, his talent is worthless in front of Lynch.

Lynch is not a stepping stone for him to return to the NBA, but a roadblock.

He dared to guarantee that Lynch was the kind of player who could immediately change the fate of an NBA team once he joined that team.

When Lynch once again scored a dunk over Baston's head with overwhelming momentum, the American forward's psychological defense collapsed.

He felt nervous; he felt that Lynch's anger would destroy him.

He raised his hands in panic, and the sweat on his forehead was clearly visible under the spotlight.
"Hey Lynch, you know I mean no harm to you. I didn't say that to provoke you before the game, okay? If that offended you, then I was wrong, okay? I didn't mean to provoke you, man."

Lin Qi just shook his head: "You don't know you are wrong, you just know you are going to die."

As this judgment-like declaration came to light, Marcio Baston felt that his fate was already sealed.

Baston was already a dead man, but Maccabi was clearly not doomed.

Just as Dejan Bodiroga expected, both sides were completely exploding into each other.

In this defensive round of Real Madrid, Louis Bullock allowed Jasikevicius to successfully break through again. Facing Lynch's assist defense, he once again found Anthony Parker who was cutting in.

The aging Herreros found it difficult to hold on to his off-ball movement, while the strong Anthony Parker leaned directly against the Greek Furzis and completed the finish in the confrontation.

Fuzzis is not good at protecting the rim, so he plays the five position more for offensive reasons. Most of the time, Lynch relies on his mobility to take over the task of protecting the rim.

But today was different. Jasikevicius' offensive threat forced Lynch to focus all his energy on him.

Want to defend both guys at the same time? Lynch has to run at full speed on every defensive possession.

But no one would defend like that because it would affect the offense.

Lynch was facing two tough guys today, Machio Baston and Anthony Parker, so he needed to save his energy for offense.

Yes, Lynch has inherited the physical fitness from Moses Malone, but Moses Malone is not the kind of male protagonist in American art films who doesn't get tired even when your hands are tired.

For the entire first quarter, neither side could do anything to the other.

The Spanish commentator shook his head repeatedly: "To a certain extent, it was Lynch who single-handedly held up Real Madrid's defense. Without Lynch, Madrid's perimeter defense would be completely vulnerable."

Indeed, with the exception of Lynch, Real Madrid's players are either too short or too slow on defense.

The only thing they can do is stay focused, pressure their opponents, deny them shooting opportunities, force them to break through, and then hand them over to Lynch for help defense.

But Lynch can't split himself after all.

Therefore, it is difficult for this Real Madrid to deal with a team that has multiple powerful explosive points on the outside.

This is the case with Barcelona, ​​their attacking trident happens to be positions one to three.

Maccabi is very similar. Although they only have two strong points, they still pose a huge challenge to Real Madrid's defense.

After the first quarter, Real Madrid was 5 points behind.

At the scene, some Barcelona fans who deliberately came to witness Real Madrid's defeat began shouting in the front stands again.

"The crown of Europe will always be in Catalonia!"

"Are we afraid of you? Are we afraid that you'll cry and roll around after you lose?"

"Come on, Saru, get rid of that bastard who insulted Barcelona, ​​this is your duty!" (Jasikevicius also played for Barcelona)
Luis Blok, already enraged by Barcelona fans, couldn't stand it any longer. He stood up and exchanged insults with the people behind him: "Shut up, bastards! If this happened in America, you wouldn't be able to leave the stadium at night!"

"If this were in America? You want me to tell you why you're not in America? Because you're a piece of trash! A piece of trash that the NBA doesn't like and was discarded after the preseason!"

Louis Brock immediately exploded: "Fuck you! You Sang Oh, that bitch! Don't stop me! I'm going to kill him!"

The impulsive American tried to climb over the railings of the stands to confront the Barcelona fans. Fortunately, others quickly stopped him, otherwise the fight at the Palace of Auburn Hills would have been just a remake.

Antonios Fuzis leaned back in his chair and sneered disdainfully, "Stupid Americans, their brains are driven solely by adrenaline. All they do is act impulsively."

Louis Brock was already angry. He hated himself for being so tall when lying down but so short when standing up.

If he were a little taller, Jasikevicius wouldn't be able to do what he wanted. If he didn't do what he wanted, Lynch would be free.

At this critical juncture, Fuzis still comes out to bully Lailai, which is simply courting trouble.

The fire spread quickly. Louis Bullock turned around and yelled, "What the hell are you barking about? Are you good at rim protection? Anthony Parker is riding you like a Spanish bitch!"

The Greek center's pupils suddenly contracted, and his veiny palm suddenly grabbed Brock's collar: "Dwarf, this is the last time you disrespect me!"

The broadcast camera greedily focused on Real Madrid's bench and would not miss the grand scene on the bench. The farce of Catalonia night seemed to be staged again.

Just when everything was about to get out of control, everyone heard a loud "bang".

Lynch punched the back of the seat: "Enough! Shut up, I'll help you win!"

The entire team stared at Lynch, silent. Lynch then turned to Julio Lamas. "I have to focus all my energy on defense. Offense—" Lynch glanced at Fuzzis and Louis, who were tussling with each other. "These two bastards are capable of handling more roles. I believe in them."

Antonios Photicus let go of his hand, suddenly feeling ashamed.

The kid he looked down upon was still focused on winning, so what was he, the former MVP of the Greek League, doing?

Then Lynch patted Louis Brock on the shoulder again.

"Louis," Lynch said, each syllable sounding like it had been tempered between his teeth. "Calm down, Louis. Not just now, but on the court as well. Don't go shooting that crazy shot on some fucking possession. I'll create an opportunity for you. Put away that impulsive pull-up shot!"

If there's anyone Louis Brock is willing to listen to in this locker room, it's definitely Lynch, who has been protecting his back all season.

And the way Lynch looked at Louis Brock now made him nod almost reflexively.

"Row."

Julio Lamas was surprised. In a professional game where statistics were paramount, the young man before him was willing to sacrifice his own statistics and focus more on defense in exchange for the team's victory. Most importantly, he actually tried to lead this group!
He not only wants to be the best individual player, he also wants to be a leader who can lead the team to victory!

Julio Lamas was stunned for a few seconds, but now was not the time to be dazed, he immediately picked up the tactical board and rearranged the offense.

On the other side, Maccabi coach David Blatt was also ready to launch his strangulation plan.

"Guys, retract. There's no need to drag it out till the end, let's get this over with."

Soon, the second quarter began and both sides took to the court again.

Real Madrid attacked, and Maccabi's two forwards, Baston and Parker, locked onto Lynch like a falcon.

The former's muscles were tense as he confronted Lynch, while the latter had sharp eyes and was ready to shrink and assist in defense at any time.

When Lynch cuts to the basket, Maccabi quickly shrinks. As long as they can limit Lynch, Real Madrid will have no chance.

But then, something happened that was unbelievable to everyone.

In a flash, Lynch stopped and turned around like a ghost, his broad back turned into a moving wall, accurately blocking the defender who was chasing Fuzis.

After Lynch cut into the inside, he did not ask for the ball, but instead gave Antonios Fuzis an off-ball screen!
The tall Greek player took advantage of the situation and slipped out of the encirclement like a fish, heading outside the three-point line.

Before Maccabi's defense could react, Fuzzis received a well-timed pass from Louis Bullock and shot a textbook three-pointer.

"Shh."

"The ball goes in! Antonios Fuzis! His three-pointer narrowed the gap to just 2 points, assisted by Louis Bullock. Can you imagine? They were just on the bench, wanting to kill each other, but now they are playing with perfect coordination!"

The Greek smiled with satisfaction, and Louis Brock high-fived Lynch.

In the stands, Lakers international scout Antonio Marcellas recorded: "It was an ordinary three-pointer, but no one realized it was the beginning of Real Madrid's transformation. This kid wasn't just a talent; he had the potential to be a leader. When Lynch became the pivot rather than the finisher, no one could stop him from sweeping across Europe."

Jasikevicius intended to use offense to make up for the points he had just lost, but as soon as he approached the three-point line, Lynch had already moved up, and he and Louis Bullock had blocked the three-point line like two crossed sharp blades.

Lynch directly pressured Jasikevicius outside the three-point line!

Seeing Lynch's extreme defense, the Lithuanians felt they had a sure win.

How can he maintain this defensive intensity for 40 minutes?

Also, how does he protect the rim?

Jasikevicius pretended to attack, attracted Lynch and passed the ball to Baston.

Baston took a big step forward to dunk, but a big hand grabbed the basketball in the air!
Lynch moved with all his might on the defensive end, quickly returned to the penalty area from Jasikevicius, and completed the catch!
He seemed to have no regard for the distribution of physical energy at all, but instead put all of himself into defense.

Baston broke out in a cold sweat as he looked at the back of No. 10, who held the trophy tightly in his hand. The death sentence rang out in his ears again: "You just know you are going to die."

"Damn the defensive coverage!" Seeing Lynch was able to rush back to complete the block, the Lithuanian's back teeth chattered.

Lynch's tacit agreement was to throw a long pass to Louis Brock, who had already rushed to the front without anyone noticing. Although he was timid on defense, he was always at the forefront on offense.

After receiving the basketball, the American guard easily scored a layup and Real Madrid equalized the game.

The team's defensive strategy was very clear. Lynch expanded his defense to the limit to pressure Jasikevicius, who could take the game away at any time, and did not give him any chance to perform.

Then rely on mobility to help defend others from cutting into the basket.

This requires Lynch to expend a lot of energy on the defensive end and sacrifice offense.

But all this was proposed by Lynch himself.

The game continued, and Jasikevicius wanted to shoot a three-pointer before Lynch came up.

He bent his knees and shot, but Lynch, who was still standing far away, had already pounced on him. Relying on his jumping ability and arm length, he managed to knock the basketball flying in the air to the ground!

When Lynch landed, the index finger of Jasikevicius's shooting hand remained in a rigid downward position, like a trapped animal frozen in the amber of time.

"Maccabi can't even make a move!" the commentator yelled.

When Lynch was defending with all his strength, the damn defensive coverage was even more damn worse than the Lithuanians had imagined.

Louis Bullock scored another fast break and Real Madrid took the lead.

Lynch wiped the sweat from his chin with his wrist, then continued to open his arms and stared at the Maccabi team with a fearless look: "Come on, guys, we still have to deal with those Catalan bastards, we can't fall here!"

"Roar!" the whole team responded.

He just stood there, like a huge net that no one could break through.

He just stood there, like the backbone of Real Madrid, supporting everything.

Looking at the number 10 that blocked out the sky, a trace of uneasiness flashed across Jasikevicius's ferocious face.

He suddenly asked Baston a question: "What is your single-game block record?"

"8, what's wrong?"

Jasikevicius didn't answer, just stared at the number 10.

Baston understood everything immediately.

If Lynch continues to defend like this, his record will be gone.

(Thanks to the leader of the bear kid's whip kick, kneeling and licking!)
(Thanks to Tian Cangren, Pigeon Cutter, Mei Laoban Budai Coal, Young Man Please Stay, Galaxy Devil 1 and other big guys for the rewards, thank you very much!)

(End of this chapter)