Basketball Crunchy Shark

Chapter 357 Is it a coincidence that the victory is not military?
Lin Sa's three-pointer, which refreshed the three views of basketball history, successfully pulled the game back to the safety line. Amidst the collective swearing by the fans of the Sputai, Lin Sa enjoyed the treatment of a hero. The five tigers surrounded Lin Sa. Now Lin Sa, no one is rushing.

He is like a bully with five pitbulls shopping, claiming that no one in the world dares to mess with him, and whoever dares to bark his teeth will let the five tigers go!

Of course, it's a good thing that science is not so advanced now, and the five tigers can't understand Lin Sa's thoughts. Otherwise, Old Brown would probably go to Lin Sa's house in three days to follow.

The Pistons were happy here, but Lin Sa, a brat, sat down and asked for towels, ice water, ice buckets and other equipment. He needed to wipe his sweat and soak his sweat. It really scared the old Brown and the five tigers, but thinking about it, it was unexpected and reasonable.

"In the fourth quarter, Lin Sa rests for 2 minutes before starting." Old Brown sat on the bench and looked at Lin Sa's sweaty head and legs soaked in the ice bucket. He felt some inexplicable distress. This is his child, and he raised it with his own hands.

Why! ?
rest?

Lin Sa felt a little confused: "Coach, did I do something wrong? Why did you want to replace me?"

Gently patted Lin Sa on the shoulder: "You didn't do anything wrong. In fact, you have performed well enough, but Lin Sa, you still have a long time. Don't care about the gains and losses of the moment. Take a good rest. A good player must learn to say no."

"Rest? But coach, I'm not tired at all, and it's fine to play another game."

Old Brown looked at the ice bucket under Lin Sa's feet with distressed eyes: "Don't just soak the ice bucket, that's unscientific. If it's really uncomfortable, go to the team doctor. We still have time. You have to learn to trust your teammates."

A big black hand patted Lin Sa on the head: "Lin, are you injured? Come on, tell me who did it, I'll destroy him in a while!"

Big Ben is also covered in sweat now, and it is more difficult to resist O'Neill than he imagined, but as the boss, his speech is still very reliable, er, even though it seems to be all against the rules.

"I'm not injured, Boss Ben, oh, the coach is talking about the ice bucket, right?" Lin Sa said, following Old Brown's gaze, he raised his foot: "I'm fine at all, but I'm just fooling around playing with the Zen master, and I can keep fighting. Now they think I'm not strong enough, so they must pretend it's cheap, why not?"

The wind, as if at this moment, stopped on the Pistons' bench.

Old Brown felt his cheeks tremble uncontrollably, Big Ben's big hand on Lin Sa's head was gradually exerting force, causing Lin Sa a little pain, the Gatorade Billups was drinking flowed out from the corner of his mouth, Hamilton's hand holding the bandage around his ankle was trembling, Prince held his arm firmly, and hypnotized himself that he was an elegant gentleman and would never hit a newcomer, only Rashid was laughing.

At the end of the break, seeing Lin Sa's number 21 on the field, Old Brown silently decided that he was just an idiot for caring about this brat's life or death!

Lin Sa's performance was very distracting. When he threw down the towel and walked onto the court, both Chatterbox and Zen Master had a tricky smile. The 2-minute break may not be worth mentioning, but when two very similar players are in a life-and-death battle, let alone 2 minutes, an advantage of 1 minute is the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Zen master asked himself, if Lin Sa was his player, he would not let Lin Sa continue to play at this moment, no matter how much trouble he made, let him continue to play, although the firepower of the Pistons could be maintained without being taken away by the Lakers.

The game between the Pistons and the Lakers re-entered the stage of a war of attrition in the fourth quarter. The Pistons were playing a war of attrition plus positional warfare because Ben was on the court. The Lakers were chattering to deliberately create a confrontation for Lin Sa. Anyway, Lin Sa's physical strength is not enough, so Naka is worse than doing good things so that he can go home early and rest.

The Lakers' style of play was exactly in line with Lin Sa's wishes, so they automatically lowered their configuration and restored the Pistons' disgusting iron barrel formation.

Now I have to sigh, Lin Sa is really a player of historical level, he has already played almost a game, and he looks like he is about to collapse in the morning. Now that he is so strong, although he is out of breath, he can still keep up with his pace. Alas, it's a pity, I took a trick today, and the victory was invincible.

Seeing Lin Sa like this, he probably won't be able to hold on for a minute or two at most.

The Lakers can now compete with the Pistons and grind the ball to death.

At the penultimate 6 minutes, Lin Sa already needed to support his knees to maintain his balance. Old Brown had no plans to change players. At this moment, Nao Ke was extremely glad that he was in Los Angeles. Look at Lin Sa and his good friend McGrady. They live, is this a human life?

Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, he chattered a wave of lateral strides and threw away Lin Sa's shot. Of course, if a player scores, can that be called a strike?
"Boy, I'm going to fire with all my firepower. If you can't hold on, just take a rest." Nao Ke opened his arms, firmly blocking Lin Sa's attacking route.

Gritting her teeth, Lin Sa frantically moved in her footsteps, constantly looking for a breakthrough: "As long as I haven't fallen down, I haven't lost, and the Pistons haven't lost either!"

In 6 minutes, the score difference was 6 points, and the Lakers led. Kobe didn't think there was any hope for the Pistons, because in the last 5 minutes, Malone and Payton would definitely appear.

Maintaining the offensive posture until the last second, Lin Sa finally ran out of a gap and made a shot.

"I admire you." As he said, Kobe took the serve from the backcourt and passed Lin Sa in one step. The speed of the start was as fast as lightning. This guy is a complete monster. He only played 2 minutes less than Lin Sa. Now at this last moment, he can still show such speed and aggressiveness!
Although Kobe's footwork was fast, Lin Sa's reaction was not slow. His footsteps seemed to be filled with lead. The proud league's fastest foot seemed to be disobedient. Forced to helplessness, Lin Sa could only hug Kobe.

Beep, referee!
Lin Sa fouled, Nao Ke thought he should go down, maybe he would play again in the last 2 minutes, but it was a pity, the Lakers accepted the victory in this game, Nao Ke would not give Lin Sa a chance to play, he wanted to beat the Pistons and let the game enter garbage time before Lin Sa came on the court.

However, he didn't expect that even though Old Brown blew the substitution whistle, it was Prince who came up as a substitute for Rasheed Wallace!

(End of this chapter)