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Chapter 553 Smash?run, run!

While talking, the Jazz attacked again.

Malone and Stockton came hand in hand. Seeing Greg and Li Shengli talking, especially Li Shengli's face was not good, and he panicked immediately. The panic was not about winning or losing the game, but the Jazz's starting center Greg's physical and mental health .

But advancing to the present, the Jazz's offense is on the verge of launching, and there is no time to say anything, and the classic pick-and-roll cooperation of Utah Shuangsha is moved out.

Malone screened and Stockton charged forward.

After the duo was separated, the Lakers' defense was in disarray for a moment. Blount at the power forward made up for Stockton, and Li Shengli made up for Malone who was charging, and Greg naturally missed it.

"Go on, Greg!" Stockton roared.

"Look at me!" Greg rushed to the right position to support the offense before Li Shengli made up the defense. If he couldn't even do this, then he didn't need to play.

But the problem is that Shuangsha is familiar with Li Shengli, and Li Shengli is also familiar with Shuangsha.

The purpose of defending Ma Long was to make up for it. He turned around and rushed back in two steps. Although the height was the same, the jumping and moving speed made up for this disadvantage. Greg had just shot, and Li Shengli had completed the air interception.

Chances are good!

Perfectly meets all the conditions of a smash cap!

Li Shengli's face turned cold. The anger and strength of the whole body in the recent period were unreservedly gathered in this angry palm, which was unparalleled in violence and full of hostility.

Bang! !

A loud bang!

This time it was really the sound of a giant riding a horse.

Everyone present was stunned, but Li Shengli really didn't mean it. He smashed the ball and ran straight to the Jazz bench, scaring the Jazz... terrified.

"Grass mud horse!"

"Hide, run away!"

"Your uncle's Li, are you serious?"

"This...damn, run, run!"

……

Because Li Shengli used to be a fierce player in the peak era of the Jazz, and his kung fu was faster and more ruthless than Iron Elbow Malone. However, the Li Mars Big Three and the water dispenser team that ruled the league at the time have gone their separate ways. Players don't even have the concept of blocking a cap and killing a person, and more importantly...the sound reminder is too late.

bang.

The Jazz's bench is full of chicken feathers!

As the head coach, Sloan has experienced this kind of horror several times in his own body, and he reacted quickly to the stress and ran away.

Fortunately, he ran fast, because when he looked back... the ball hit his little bench. As soon as he ran away, the little bench blocked the knife for him, and the legs of the hollow tube were all discounted.

……

Oh my god, is this a smash?

All the Lakers fans in the audience have heard about it, but haven't seen it. This is the first time, and the Lakers stand up on the bench, hook their heads, cross the technical stage, and look towards the Jazz, their mouths are all O-shaped.

As for the Jazz bench in the hardest-hit area, except for Sloan and a few old benchers who ran away first, the newcomers were all confused.

"Damn it, Lee, you little bastard trying to kill me?" Jerry Sloan yelled, jumping up and down, not caring about his manners.

"Fuck you, Li, you are serious!" Ma Long was also crazy, because if his old man Sloan hadn't seen Li Shengli's smash cap, someone else would have lost half a tube of blood if he didn't die on the spot.

"I... didn't pay attention, I really didn't mean it." Li Shengli touched his head and slammed his right hand, causing his palms to become numb, but it was still very refreshing to regain the original feeling, "Be careful next time, and definitely pay attention next time!"

"Do you want another time when you ride a horse?" Ma Long's face was stiff.

"Damn, don't mess with us, can you fight well?" Stockton also scolded.

Before Li Shengli could reply, Jerry Sloan called a timeout with a dark face.

Although the game had just started, Li Shengli's block made Sloan recall the dark reign of Li Mars back then, but this time it was the Jazz who felt the fear of death.

……

Both sides returned to the bench.

For the Jazz, Sloan, Malone, and Stockton had horror on their faces, while Malone glared at Greg, and he was no longer as talkative as he was at the beginning.

"Damn it, Greg, what the hell did you just say to him?"

"It's nothing, I just can't understand him."

"You can't understand him?" Stockton is usually the big brother of the team, but now he is impatient. "Damn, then you know he can't understand you. What will happen to you?"

"I was banned for 20 games just now, how dare he touch me now? If you're not afraid of the suspension, then he will come!"

He dare not touch you?

Is your brain squeezed by the door when you are riding a horse?

If Crotty were here today, that lunatic could knock out your brains and drink them.

What's more, Li Shengli still has a big bank, and people don't rarely touch you, and if you call you, you will be gone!

Malone can't wait to slap Greg twice, and he hates iron for being weak. Compared with Li Shengli, who once belonged to the Jazz... Greg's grade is too bad.

How can a person without strength have self-esteem?

There are too many people who have been blasted by Li Shengli, so tonight will you show that you can do it?

"Greg, don't blame us for talking about you. It's for your own good. Young people who haven't experienced our era can't understand who Li Shengli was in the past. Don't play dead. You almost killed the coach just now. gone."

"I... I really didn't say anything to him!" Greg panicked.

"You didn't say that he would look like this. Do you know that his appearance can hurt people?"

"But I really..."

"Okay, shut up!" Jerry Sloan immediately cursed when he saw Malone hugging Greg and gossiping.

"Tonight, show all your strength and keep your spirits up, Li...he really came back this time."

"Carl, follow the previous tactics on the offensive end. As for the defensive end, give up the Lakers' No. [-] position and go up and hold this bastard for me."

"Greg, put away your sneaky pride, recognize your position, fight well, no one will blame you."

"John, offensively you organize and defensively let Lee's little brother Kobe enjoy the game."

"And you, Hornacek, fortunately this lunatic Crotty is not here, you move more to meet John's pass."

……

Jerry Sloan, on the verge of an enemy?

Hornacek with a pig's kidney face scratched his head, very puzzled.

"Coach, the game has just started. It's not like I haven't played against the Lakers before. The lineup is intact and we are playing against them. Now the lineup is not complete. Why are you so nervous?"

"Why not, I feel it, this bastard's temper tonight...started." Sloan glanced at the Lakers bench, and Malone and Stockton both nodded.

"I feel it too!"

"me too!"

"Okay, let's go up, Carl, John, look at your teammates, don't annoy him, and don't let him kill our people."

(End of this chapter)