a écrit le 4 avril 2006 à 20h16 The Gators, as they showed against George Mason two nights earlier, proved to be long, lean, explosive, skilled, deep and well-coached. Donovan shouldn't have to answer for quite some time thequestions about whether he can coach as well as he can recruit. He became only the third coach in NCAA history -- Dean Smith and Bob Knight are the others -- to play in the Final Four and coach a team to the championship.
For the rest of the night, the player worth watching more than any other player -- more than the game itself -- was Yannick Noah's boy, Joakim.
When UCLA's quickies started to swarm Humphrey and Taurean Green, the Gators would just throw it high to Noah. There's no such thing as too high, because he's 6-11 1/2 , jumps like a kangaroo and then has the skill to dribble across the timeline without any help. How discouraging was that for UCLA, to smother the guards and get beat up the court by somebody as tall as Shaq?
The only folks as sick as the Knicks after watching this have to be at Georgetown. Noah, remember, went to Big John Thompson's basketball camps during the summers of his youth. He'd hang out with his best friend, Patrick Ewing Jr. in Potomac, and wait for another session of camp. A week or so ago, he called Georgetown his "dream school," but he went to Florida because Georgetown wasn't quick to recruit him. You think the Hoyas might still be playing if Noah was wearing gray-and-blue instead of orange-and-blue? Probably, because he's been the best player here in Indy. He was the best player in Minneapolis, and the best player in Jacksonville before that. His 29 blocked shots are a tournament record, shattering the previous record of 24 set in 2001 by Arizona's Loren Woods.
"It doesn't just feel good," Noah said. "It smells good . . . it tastes good."
It feels, smells and tastes like a championship.
© Copyright 1996-2006 The Washington Post Company
For the rest of the night, the player worth watching more than any other player -- more than the game itself -- was Yannick Noah's boy, Joakim.
When UCLA's quickies started to swarm Humphrey and Taurean Green, the Gators would just throw it high to Noah. There's no such thing as too high, because he's 6-11 1/2 , jumps like a kangaroo and then has the skill to dribble across the timeline without any help. How discouraging was that for UCLA, to smother the guards and get beat up the court by somebody as tall as Shaq?
The only folks as sick as the Knicks after watching this have to be at Georgetown. Noah, remember, went to Big John Thompson's basketball camps during the summers of his youth. He'd hang out with his best friend, Patrick Ewing Jr. in Potomac, and wait for another session of camp. A week or so ago, he called Georgetown his "dream school," but he went to Florida because Georgetown wasn't quick to recruit him. You think the Hoyas might still be playing if Noah was wearing gray-and-blue instead of orange-and-blue? Probably, because he's been the best player here in Indy. He was the best player in Minneapolis, and the best player in Jacksonville before that. His 29 blocked shots are a tournament record, shattering the previous record of 24 set in 2001 by Arizona's Loren Woods.
"It doesn't just feel good," Noah said. "It smells good . . . it tastes good."
It feels, smells and tastes like a championship.
© Copyright 1996-2006 The Washington Post Company
LA CHRONIQUE DE M. GWOD
PUBLICITÉ
PUBLICITÉ
