The toughest man in the NBA

Chapter 237 You Are Making Me Desperate!
Given that the Pacers are so sculpted, Gentry didn't dare to neglect.

Field the regular second team:

Dragic, Iguodala, Battier, Yi Jianlian and Tuman.

Moreover, Tu Man was given the unlimited right to fire.

Because Bzdelik and Su Mait made tactical deduction before the game.

Su Mait, who represented the Suns, lost to Bzdelik, who represented the Pacers. He was outside the fifth position and completely restricted the Suns.

Of course, Frank Vogel's defensive attainments are obviously not at the same level as Bzdelik's, and the Pacers' tactical execution may not be so ideal.

But that's alarming enough.

The Suns are still on the winning streak, and every win is a precious record.

Sure enough, the Pacers were fine.

Tu Man made a dunk and opened the scoring for the Suns.

As soon as he turned his head, Danny Granger faced Iguodala's defense, raised his hand and threw it!

Three point hit!

Tuman decided to give another one, catching the ball in the elbow area, rolling Roy Hibbert all the way to the reasonable collision zone, turning over and dunking easily.

If you are healthy, you can do whatever you want!

The Pacers attacked, David West made the free throw line, Danny Granger cut inside, after getting the ball, he evaded the barbarian against the brutal, and then made a wonderful pass to Roy Hibbert.

Tu Man was careless and let this kid dunk.

Deafening cheers erupted immediately in the Conseco Arena. It was a butcher, and Roy actually dunked on his head. How unreal, it will definitely score five goals!
Tu Man was furious.

The five best balls every day, this time it actually became the background board?

It’s tolerable, it’s unbearable!

So he opened the way with his broad shoulders and went down to the low post to ask for the ball.

Dragic didn't dare to hang directly, and asked Iguodala to make a turn before feeding him the ball.

Tu Man forcibly turned around, took off directly across Roy Hibbert and David West, stretched his body in the air, and dunked with a big windmill with both hands!

The two big men were knocked around, can't they prevent it?
In the next round, Paul George imitated Danny Granger, trying to open up the plank road and cover up the old positions.

Tu Man saw through.

With excellent bullet speed, after turning around and taking off continuously, he slapped Roy Hibbert's dunk on the backboard...

With Tu Man, the invincible hammer, the iron barrel formation on which the Pacers depended for survival suddenly collapsed. They were not as perverted as Bzdelik simulated. The Suns' offense slowly unfolded, and the score was gradually pulled apart. up.

Sumait shrugged, see?
Bzdelik returned to his seat, stretched out his big skinny hands, wrapped Sumet's head around, and sighed a long time:

"John, you're right!"

This old man hangs out with a group of young people, and now he is getting more and more lively...

Su Maite managed to avoid the strange hand, and said arrogantly:
"I just said that the Pacers' defense is not that good!"

Bzdelik shook his head:

"Not this sentence!"

Sumait asked:

"What else is there?"

Bzdelik said:

"Before the deduction started, you said there was Tuman, and you already won."

Without waiting for Su Maite to answer, he said to himself:

"Tu Man's body is too buggy. Any defense is useless to him. There is no one in the NBA who can jump better than him, and no one is stronger than him. What do you think?"

Gentry laughed:
"This is not our problem, let the opponents have a headache!"

Bzdelik was silent for a while, then suddenly said:

"The opponent can lock down our point guard and limit the catch of Tuman, just like Rick Carlisle did last season, right?"

Su Maite shook his head:

"Steve is 100% healthy this season, there is no such problem."

Bzdelik said:

"Then next season, next season, Steve retired?"

Gentry hesitated:
"We still have Golan, he's not bad either!"

Bzdelik shook his head:

"This is a temporary solution, not the root cause. Why don't we teach Tuman how to control the ball? Just imagine, the 2-meter NBA's strongest man, controlling the ball by himself and launching an attack from the outside, does it look like a heavy tank crushing the charge?"

The two sloths on the opposite side looked at each other, Qi Qi said:

"Are you a devil?"

Time is passing slowly, the Pacers are suffering brutal torture, Frank Vogel is helpless, his imagination is too optimistic——

In the previous 47 games, it wasn't that Tuman's offensive ability had degraded at all!

Instead, he didn't play well.

This game is serious, what do you think of my Pacers?
21 points, 8 rebounds, 4 blocks in a single quarter!
The stats of a first-class insider, this pervert took less than 10 minutes to get out.

Are you letting others play?
Leading by a big score, Tu Man only played 9 minutes before being replaced by Robin.

Then, he saw the three old men looking at himself with strange eyes, looked at the clothes, they were well dressed, and looked at the shoelaces, which were also tied tightly.

Flowers on my face?

He leaned over, put his arms around Gentry's neck and asked:
"Coach, what bad idea did you come up with?"

Gentry laughed:
"Jeff suggested that you should practice ball handling in the future."

Tu Man shook his head:
"No, no, I haven't practiced my free throws well, I can't chew too much!"

Su Maite scolded:
"Fart, you made 500 free throws yesterday, only 526 times, 95% hit rate, what else do you want?"

Tu Man was taken aback:
"No, I'm so accurate now?"

Then he looked at Su Maite in doubt:
"John, I have always practiced alone, how do you know?"

The three of them laughed, how could it be possible for one person?

Bzdelik held back a smile and said:

"Tu Man, we have been using cameras to record from the moment you started practicing free throws. Otherwise, how could we give you targeted guidance on your shooting posture the next day?"

Tu Man covered his face, this is all black history!
Unrepentantly asked:
"Then when I practiced for the first time, how many shots did I make in total?"

Su Maite laughed even more, and reported a number:
"4982!"

Tu Man buried his head in his knees and said sullenly:

"Can the video be deleted?"

Gentry shook his head and said solemnly:
"No, this is precious historical data. When we get old, we can sell it for money."

Tu Man said sadly and angrily:

"So, can you sell it to me?"

Gentry declined:

"That won't work, and you have to wait until you retire, be inducted into the Hall of Fame, and then be auctioned off publicly. That's worth it. Your fans are crazy..."

Tu Man gritted his teeth and said:

"You profiteers, I'll tell you..."

He suddenly stopped, looked at the three old men suspiciously, and asked:
"You guys just stay in the office all the time, after I vote, analyze the movements, and then give me targeted guidance the next day?"

Su Maite smiled:

"That's not true, otherwise you can improve your free throws so quickly?"

Bzdelik added leisurely:
"But we didn't expect you to be so bad at free throws. The first time you practiced for eight hours, Alvin fell asleep..."

Tu Man felt a little hot in his eyes, sighed and said:
"You are making me desperate!"

(End of this chapter)