NBA: Sharks at the peak, guard the basket!

Chapter 325 Throwing the hairband away, nothing grows! !
In the end, after discussions between the three referees and the team doctor, Ostertag said concussion + a defensive foul + technical foul.

As for Lin Hong?

What's the matter with him? !
People are justifiable self-defense! !
Do you understand self-defense?

By the way, you can hit someone when you play, and you don't need to call a foul.

"WTF?!"

"Shadow, I don't accept it!"

Seeing this penalty result, Jerry Sloan was the first to express that he could not accept it.

The opponent took the opportunity to retaliate and concussed his player's elbow, but nothing happened, even a foul? !

In the face of Sloan's chattering complaints, the referee gave a T directly.

"Don't worry, Coach, we'll get Greg back!"

Ma Long hugged the enraged Sloan, and took the initiative to pat his chest to promise: "Whether it's on basketball or outside of basketball, I will get it back!"

If it wasn't for the fact that Ostertag was really in danger of being elbowed by Lin Hong, Ma Long would have raised his fist just now and wanted to send Lin Hong to the hospital.

New and old grudges, of course Malone will be on the court to find a place for his teammates who have been beaten into a brain disorder!
Say something.

The Great Pyrenees suffered a concussion and retired, and it seemed that the Devil's home offensive buff had been activated.

At least in the first half of the game, the Jagged Jazz, who has always been good at defense, seemed to be enlightened on the offensive end.

In the case of maintaining high intensity on the defensive end, they scored 56 points at the end of halftime.

In the 90s, when the total score in a single game rarely exceeded 56, [-] points in the half was indeed considered a high score.

In contrast.

The Los Angeles Lakers scored 58 points in the first half.

Only 2 points higher than the Jazz.

The extra two points were due to Kobe's two-pointer at the buzzer before halftime.

Otherwise, at the end of halftime, the two teams will return to the same starting line.

"Greg, are you okay?"

During the intermission, the postman returned to the locker room anxiously, looking at his younger brother Ostertag, who was resting on the wheelchair, feeling unspeakably aggrieved.

"I'm fine, Carl, almost recovered."

Ostertag shook his head, and the anger on his face was obvious: "It's not a big deal, it's almost fine now."

"If the team doctors and coaches allow it, I can return to the game later."

Ostertag didn't mean to be brave on purpose, but really wanted to play in person to avenge himself!

"Of course we can't let this matter go, we will wait until you come back!"

The postman patted Ostertag on the shoulder.

A good meat shield, no, a good brother, a fight must be a must for you to charge forward! !

Although coach Sloan was explaining the tactical layout in the second half, the Jazz twin towers sitting below were completely focused on the game.

The little brother was slapped in the face and elbowed, and the Lakers boxing team was riding on the face. This is a naked provocation.

The flames of war have already ignited, who still has the heart to think about basketball!

Intermission is over soon.

At the beginning of the third quarter, Lin Hong took over the job of point guard again, and fully demonstrated the ability to respond to the pass from the teacher that he had just skillfully used.

His long-eyed pass at the back of his head and his quarterback-style cannonball pass across the court made the entire Jazz team feel numb.

Even Stockton shook his head again and again.

"Seriously, besides Magic, Lin is the best passing big man I've ever seen!"

Albert on the sidelines blew directly online: "Kenny, Lin Hong didn't seem to be so good at passing the ball last season, did he?"

"No, no, groom, you just don't know."

The little sunflower class is starting again.

Kenny Smith grinned and continued to show his own experience: "In fact, in the second half of last season, this kind of passing has already been equipped in Lin's arsenal!"

"In team training games, Lin often sent this level of no-look quick and long passes."

"To be honest, I'm not bragging to you. Lin almost never used this kind of pass last season, because it was unnecessary."

"Lin doesn't need to pass the ball, he can lead us to crush the opponent and win the championship!"

When it comes to playing Lin Hong, looking at the commentators of the world, it is estimated that only Zhang Lili, who is far away in the sky, can compete with Kenny Smith of the Jets.

It is worth mentioning that.

Kenny Smith was Lin Hong's teammate last season, and the current statement is more credible.

So, from this point of view, Kenny Smith, a former teammate, naturally played better than Director Zhang!
Lin Hong's ghostly pass directly tore through the Jazz's defense and completely brought the rhythm of the game to the familiar rhythm of the Lakers.

If you really want to play defense and counterattack quickly, the Jazz is not the Lakers' opponent at all.

Therefore, Sloan directly called a timeout and changed the team's tactical arrangement.

Say something.

Sloan's on-the-spot tactical change speed is definitely among the top in NBA history. After all, he is the uncrowned king of NBA coaches.

In response to Lin Hong's pass, he made a targeted defensive arrangement.

Sadly.

If Lin Hong can only pass the ball, he will indeed be restricted and uncomfortable, and even struggle.

But what Lin Hong knows is not just passing the ball, he is a behemoth inside.

After the consecutive passing packages, Lin Hong turned into a bulldozer in the penalty area and scored 2+1 one after another.

His free throw, like a touch of cold water, directly extinguished the momentum of Salt Lake City.

The Los Angeles Lakers hit a huge 32:20 point difference in a single quarter, and beat the Jazz by 13 points in a single quarter!
At the end of the third quarter, the Lakers extended their lead to 15 points.

Sloan didn't have time to react, and the Lakers seemed to be on the hook, directly expanding the point difference to 15 points.

"Shet!"

It doesn't matter if you are behind by 15 points. If the mentality of the core main force is stable, you can still try to catch up.

Yet now.

The postman who returned to the bench directly broke the defense and punched the bench hard.

Being beaten by Lin Hong is not a big problem that cannot be accepted.

But while being beaten up by Lin Hong, he was also bombarded crazily by his trash talk.

This made the postman a little unbearable.

Don't look at Lin Hong's every word without dirty words, and he looks harmless to humans and animals.

In fact, every trash talk he said could make the postman walk on the verge of breaking the defense.

sometimes.

Swearing trash talk without dirty words is more lethal!
The postman, full of complaints and unable to vent, changed his strategy after his debut in the fourth quarter.

After every successful score, he yelled at Rodman, the big bug in the back row of the Lakers bench, to vent his depression.

The pot fell from the sky, Rodman was sprayed inexplicably, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

You have the guts to talk to Lin Hong.

What does it mean to vent to Lao Tzu?
I'm honestly wearing a suit jacket today, so I'm going to get sprayed by you?

What kind of logic is this? !
However, the postman didn't think so.

Against Lin Hong?

Sorry, can't spray.

If you can't spray Lin Hong, then spray his teammates!

It's a great honor that Rodman can't play today, he can only be a melon-eating crowd, and he naturally becomes the lucky one to be sprayed.

When pinching persimmons, one should naturally look for soft ones.

If you have the ability, come here! !
The postman tactfully directed all his anger on Rodman, the bug in suit and leather shoes.

Thus, this magical scene appeared on the court.

Every time Lin Hong tore through the defense of the postman and the big white bear Ostertag, after completing the finish, he would spray the two Jazz insiders into disgrace.

With his way, he also gave his body.

After the postman scored on the offensive end, he would also attack Rodman, the thug in a suit on the sidelines, like a waterfall of trash talk.

A catharsis chain of trash talk was formed inexplicably.

Even Kenny Smith, the commentator on the sidelines, was stunned.

"Although Karl Malone's approach is a bit of a bully, Dennis Rodman is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

I can guarantee that in the next game between the Jazz and the Lakers, he will definitely chase Karl Malone and beat him up! "

Kenny Smith is indeed very talented in commentary, and he has already begun to warm up for the next UFC ultimate fight between Jazz VS Lakers.

However, without Rodman today, the smell of gunpowder is indeed a little less interesting.

Except, Kenny Smith, was only half right.

Rodman is indeed not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he even bared his teeth for revenge, and revenge never happens overnight.

I can't hold back my violent temper at all, and I will definitely not wait until the next time I meet the Jazz before attacking the postman.

Halfway through the fourth quarter, seeing the point difference widen and widen, the team has no hope of reversing.

The postman was even more unscrupulous on the offensive end, and his iron elbow flew up, directly smashing the big book.

Daben's violent temper also came up with a "chuckle", pointing to the postman's nose as a greeting.

As a result, he became a postman again.

The postman directly paid tribute to Daben's showmanship in the Western Conference finals last season, and complained innocently to the referee on the sidelines.

Depressed, Daben got his second technical foul of the game and left the field directly after graduation.

"You have to learn to use your brain when you play ball. A brat like you should go home and find your mother as soon as possible!"

With his way, he also gave his body.

While the postman sprayed Daben, he didn't forget to diss Rodman on the bench: "I'm talking about you, Danny..."

"Ma De, it's not over, I really think I'm afraid of you!"

Before the postman could finish speaking, Rodman, who was sitting in the back row of the bench, smashed a glass of water in his hand onto Karl Malone's face!

Suddenly, the drink in the cup splashed out and shot the postman in the face.

Who the hell told you that you can't fight in a suit?

The protagonist of the Chicago Budokai turns into a thug in a suit in Salt Lake City.

Salt Lake City Martial Arts Association, the battle has begun!

"Olixette!!"

Feeling the liquid on his face, the postman immediately became angry.

He didn't expect it.

Rodman, the big bug sitting in the auditorium, was able to make a move from the air and hit the face!

"You're bullying and afraid of being tough, I can beat you even if I wear a suit!"

Rodman took off the big gold chain around his neck and continued to spray: "Don't take yourself too seriously, old man!!"

"Fake squid!!"

Furious, the postman raised his fist and was about to rush to the bench to fight Rodman.

The three referees on the scene were shocked, and they stepped forward to stop the postman.

"Calm down, Carl!"

"The game is still going on, are you going to be ejected with Dennis Rodman?!"

"Carl..."

Get stuck! !
"Get out of here, Laozi!"

The furious postman was like a Hulk, completely ignoring the three referees in front of him.

Just relying on you three stinky fish and rotten shrimps,

Want to stop me?

Half a minute ago, maybe it was okay.

but now?

I was slapped in the face by Rodman, how could I bear this tone.

With a roar.

Karl Malone's first kill at Overlord's Elbow today was given to the bald referee wearing the No. 34 jersey in front of him.

You said that what size you wear is not good.

Wearing such an eye-catching number 34, do you think your bones are hard enough?
If you don't hit you, who else can you hit? ! !
"boom"!
that's it.

Referee No. 34 was thrown to the ground by Malone's elbow without any defense.

Seeing that the postman dared to play the referee's operation under the watchful eyes of everyone, the other two referees only felt their scalps go numb and their backs felt numb.

Blow... Blow a fart!
Life is important! !
Stop... stop a hammer!
The person with one elbow is gone, and with his thin and small body, whether he can hold two elbows is probably enough! !
After the two referees looked at each other, they decided to sit still and play by ear.

Are they moved?Obviously not daring to move.

"I'm going to tear you alive today, you bastard!"

After overturning referee No. 34, the postman rushed to the Lakers bench without stopping.

The first to bear the brunt are the two new aids sitting in the front row of the Lakers' bench, the "unremarkable duo": Eric Snow and Theo Ratliff.

to be frank.

Although today's hot scene did scare the two new recruits enough, they quickly exchanged glances with each other.

Snow's Adam's apple rolled violently, and asked in a trembling voice:

Dude, why don't we dodge first, we're just role players now, there's no need to fight the old hooligan postman, it's not worth it!
Ratliff: Shit, we're a member of the Los Angeles headbands. We're going to step back. There's no place for us in the Lakers anymore.

Snow nodded: It makes sense. Our words and deeds now represent the face of the Fadai Gang. If we retreat before the battle, how can we hold our heads up if we don't get laughed out of our teeth in the future? !
Seeing the postman approaching aggressively, although the two were still a little scared, they gritted their teeth, got up decisively, and were about to face the postman.

"Get out of the way, let me come!"

Rodman behind him obviously didn't have the habit of hiding behind his teammates.

Rodman, who was wearing a suit, looked at the menacing postman with a cold light in his eyes.

Of course he knew that the postman was coming for him, and he didn't have the habit of hiding behind his back and letting his teammates block the bullet holes.

Pulling Snow and Ratliff apart, Rodman jumped over the bench and rushed towards the postman on the court!

If you want to fight, I will accompany you to the end.

Rodman, the thug in a suit, rushed to the postman with a stride, and he punched him hard!
Postmen are not vegetarian either.

After dodging quickly, he bent down and hugged Rodman's lower back with both hands, and he was about to be hugged and thrown.

Naturally, the tiger couldn't give in easily, so he decisively pressed down on his lower body, followed by a throwing action.

The two violent beasts just fell to the ground with both arms embraced, entangled like twists and turns!
Neither of them is a master of fighting, and the fight is entirely based on recklessness and instinct.

"boom!"

Rodman punched the postman on the shoulder, and the postman punched Rodman directly in the head.

Same punch.

The postman only staggered slightly. Although the pain was still strong, it was harmless.

But Rodman was different. The postman hit his head with a punch, and suddenly his head became dizzy, and the saliva flew out, spraying the postman all over the face.

For a while, the scene was chaotic.

The conflict between Malone and Rodman broke out quickly.

So much so that other people's reactions were half a beat slower.

"Carl, stop now!!"

The great pyrene bear Ostertag rushed into the battle while pumping his fist and roaring.

If he hadn't yelled not to fight, everyone would have thought he was going to join the war!

"Damn, you insidious guy, you actually did something wrong!"

The Lakers bench.

Eric Snow, Theo Ratliff, and Eldon Campbell saw that Ostertag was trying to persuade the fight on the surface, but in the end he was shamelessly playing tricks behind the scenes, and they immediately joined the battle.

Since the Lakers' bench is the closest to the battlefield, the Lakers directly surrounded the Jazz Twin Towers with three floors inside and three floors outside.

Say something.

Ostertag, the great pyrene bear, did not gain weight in vain.

With one against three, one person held old Curry + Snow and Ratliff.

Campbell, the big meat shield, directly joined Rodman's camp. Using both hands and feet, he immediately reversed Rodman's decline.

"Greg, where are our people!!"

Facing the stormy fists of the two, the postman instinctively hugged his head.

Why is this battlefield full of Lakers players, what about ours? ! !
On the other side of the battlefield.

The Jazz bench saw the postman and the big white bear being directly swallowed by the Lakers, and then realized that the situation was not good, and rushed to the opposite battlefield without stopping.

"Stand still and don't move!"

Do you think it was Jazz coach Jerry Sloan who yelled this?
NONONO! !
Big mistake!

It was Ben Wallace who yelled this voice!
After seeing Malone and Rodman hugging and wrestling, Big Ben also wanted to join the battle immediately.

But he found out.

Maybe the group of people behind the Jazz is the guy I should get close to.

With a roar, he took off the headband and threw it directly on the face of Adam Kife in front of him.

Ben Roaring God Wallace stood in front of the Jazz substitute with a smile.

It's quite a posture that one husband is in charge, and ten thousand husbands can't open it!
"Count me in!"

"Count me in!"

"Count me in too!"

Black Mamba, apply to play!

Damn it, apply to play!

Little fish next door, apply to play! !

Kobe narrowed his eyes slightly, and then waved his hand. Fisher and Bowen tore off their hairbands and threw them aside. They rushed into the crowd of Jazz with fists raised.

Once the hair tie is thrown away, no grass will grow.

The corner of his mouth raised, his fighting spirit was high.

When you flick your hair, you step on anyone you see.

With a wave of your hand, everything is invincible.

With a kick of the thigh, no one dared to fight.

With a flick of GB, you can fly across the world!

Before throwing the headband, no one can beat it, after throwing the headband, no one can beat it!
Half of the stadium is worldly, and half is the righteous way of the world!

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PS: Guys, move your fingers a little while reading the book, let's vote for Pujie, it's so pitiful! !
(End of this chapter)