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Coach Willie Green looked at Brother Qiu: It's listless.

He looked at the blood cloth again: wilted.

What a pair of backcourt combinations, all thanks to that guy early.

How will you play in the second half?

In desperation, he repeated his old trick and brought another bottle of water.

Brother Qiu quickly stretched out his hand: "WOWOWWO~~~~~~~ Coach, what are you doing again? I'm sober."

Willie Green aimed at the bloodcloth again.

The blood cloth also quickly moved away: "Coach, I don't need it."

Seeing this, Willie Green took back the water bottle:

"Both of you are quite sober, what happened on the field just now?"

As soon as this remark came out, Brother Qiu languished again.

"Coach, I... I... To be honest, I'm a little disappointed in myself."

The coach shook his head:

"I think your father is more disappointed than you."

When Brother Qiu heard this, his eyes became even darker.

Coach Willie Green says:

"If you don't want to disappoint your dad, don't want to embarrass your dad, you can cheer me up. Understand?"

Brother Qiu nodded: "Understood, coach."

But between the words, there is always such a lack of energy.

The coach looked at the blood cloth again: "What's the matter with you?"

Blood Cloth: "I...I..."

Brother Qiu can still say it anyway.

But what he wanted to say, he really couldn't say.

What he wanted to say was that he really couldn't guard against that guy.

But how could he say that?

The player of the best defensive first team can't even defend a Chinese person?

How embarrassing would it be to say that?

In that case, I am afraid that I will become a big joke.

Not only will I be laughed at by other people, I am afraid I will be laughed at by my teammates... The coach just arrived, and the relationship between the teammates is not as harmonious as it seems on the surface.

He didn't want to be a joke like that.

Thinking of these, the figure of Wang Yi reappeared in his mind.

Damn it, they are all from that Huaxia!

If it wasn't for him, how could he be so useless?

After a moment of silence, he slowly clenched his fists:

"Coach, don't worry, I will lock that guy in the second half!"

However, the coach's words directly poured cold water on him:

"Let Ingram guard him in the second half."

Saying this is tantamount to indirectly denying the defensive ability of the blood cloth.

As a player of the best defensive team, this is simply a shame for him.

He even felt that his teammates looked at him with a hint of sarcasm.

Coach Willie Green said comfortingly:

"I'm not targeting you. That guy's taller than you, longer than you, heavier than you. And then with that post-up technique, you can't guard at all. Ingram is taller than him, Longer than him. Can keep up with him in terms of speed. So let Ingram come."

Hearing the words, Blood Cloth couldn't help but gloomy.

Although the coach didn't intend it, this is really denying his defensive ability.

His offensive ability is indeed not as good as before.

But he thinks that his defensive ability is still at the top of the league.

Now it was denied, and it was still denied by his own coach.

There is no greater harm in the world than this.

Seeing Blood Cloth's expression, the head coach turned to look at Brother Qiu's performance.

He sighed helplessly: Alas, these two guys are really worrying.

Then he looked away from the two uneasy guys and looked at Ingram.

"Second half, lock that guy, can you do it?"

Ingram didn't expect that the head coach actually asked himself to guard an Oriental guy, obviously he was unwilling.

Fall!

When did I get reduced to defending an oriental guy?

However, considering that the oriental guy is indeed very strong, it is not too cheap to defend him by himself.

So he nodded:

"Don't worry, coach, I will prevent him from crying."

156 Fang Zion Wants to Remove the Chair

During the half-time break, the on-site editor cut the shots of Wang Yi's back hitting several times just now, and compared it with Kobe's back hitting.