Coach Lee

Chapter 633 Can't we just win a game? (47)

While the fans in the stands were still looking forward to it, the Nuggets came back on the court.

It was Li Nan again, an unreasonable large three-pointer.

Still in!

18-3
15 points difference!
The Spurs fans in the stands felt a chill,
"Wow~~~"

"Look, it's in again, it's that guy again."

"It's okay, it's okay, they can't be so accurate, our Manu will definitely respond."

On the court, the Spurs quickly killed the past. Ginobili and Finley's pick-and-roll wanted to return a three-pointer.

however,
Bang!
Did not enter!

The Nuggets grabbed the rebound and immediately counterattacked.

Billups is still looking for Li Nan.

Li Nan, who was outside the three-point line, received the attention of Ginobili and Finley as soon as he took the ball. Li Nan made an understatement pass behind the back and directly found his teammates on the other side.

Wang Dazhi!
Wang Dazhi made a three-pointer without hesitation!

Whoosh!
Go in!

21-3
18 points difference!

The fans in the stands have stopped talking.

The three-pointers on both sides are really too different.

If you continue to cast like this, it is really a direct GG.

It was raining so heavily outside, no one wanted to leave so early.

beep!
paused.

Bubovich directly called a timeout.

It's really ugly to fight like this.

The Spurs simply aren't a three-point team, and never have been.

Moreover, Bubvich is the coach who hates three-pointers the most.

He doesn't take three-pointers seriously, but he knows that if they shoot three-pointers, they will lose miserably.

Bubuvich gathered everyone and began to make arrangements and adjustments.

"Eddie, you bring it up, set a screen for Manu, go inside, get closer to the basket and shoot."

"it is good!"

Eddie Curry nodded.

Looking straight at David Robinson, Bubovich said seriously:

"David, you're only 38 years old, you're not old, are you? You can still play in the paint, right?"

"Yes! Coach, you are right!"

As soon as David Robinson finished speaking, he sighed in his heart.

Alas~ I have more energy than energy.Old man, you really think highly of me.

Bubuvich gave Finley, Ginobili, and Parker face-to-face instructions again.

"Okay, boys, come on, let's finish this game well."

The adjustment effect of the Spurs is there, and they started to score some points in the paint.

However, the Nuggets' offense made the Spurs very uncomfortable.

Three points!

The new Reid's three-pointer!

Billups made a three-pointer with a cold arrow!

Big man Wang Dazhi's three-pointer!

Li Nan's strong three-point shot against Finley's score!
Think what comes.

Off the field, Bubovich's face was extremely ugly.

The first quarter has not yet finished, and the score has come to 38-18, with a 20-point difference.

Bubvich didn't call a timeout any more.

His eyes were fixed on the field, with some resentment.

At the end of the first quarter, 43-20, the Nuggets led by 23 points.

Bubovich sat on the sidelines, motionless.

In the second quarter, under the leadership of Li Nan, the Nuggets fought again.

People are knives, I am fish.

The Spurs can only be slaughtered by the Nuggets on the chopping block.

At halftime, the score became 80-36
The point difference came to a terrifying 44 points.

44 points in the half game!How do you play this game?

Intermission,

The DJs at the scene forgot to play exciting music to inspire people.

The Spurs players left the court with their heads down, feeling powerless.

The Spurs coach was expressionless, his nose and ears were already red.

In the stands, the Spurs fans were already crying.

"We're going to lose, we might really be going to lose."

"Our players obviously work so hard, but why can't they win?"

"Is it easy for me to watch a game? Can't I do my best to let us win a game?"

Spurs fans have been less demanding.

Before the start of the game, they firmly believed that the team could win, and even come back in the end, but now everything has changed.

One game, just one game, they really only need to win one game, and they will be satisfied.

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Backstage, Bubvich found Stephen Jackson.

"Stephen, we lost so badly today. If this continues, we may lose by 80 points."

Stephen Jackson nodded, a little angrily said:
"Yeah, they are really too much. It seems that they have a sworn hatred with us."

"Stephen, what do you think we should do next?" Bubvich kept looking at Jackson.

Jackson shook his head and sighed, "Oh, I can't help it. If only I had a way."

Bubuvich suddenly smiled evilly, much like a villain in a TV movie, "Stephen, there is no way."

Jackson's eyes lit up immediately, "Really? Coach? Is what you said true?"

"Stephen, later, you are like this"

Bubovich gave the opportunity face-to-face, explaining what Jackson should do in the second half.

Hearing Bubvich's words, Jackson flinched, "Coach, isn't it good to target Lee like this? Bruce was suspended for 20 games. I don't want to follow in his footsteps."

"Stephen, your salary this year is only 70, don't you want to earn a little more?" It's the same thing again.

However, Jackson is a little self-confident. "Coach, I think based on my performance this season, I will definitely get a good contract this summer."

Very miraculously, Bubuvich took out a contract, a contract that had been prepared a long time ago. "Stephen, look at this."

After taking the contract and looking at it, Stephen was directly taken aback by the numbers on it.

He has been playing for three years, and now he only has an annual salary of 70 yuan. The previous two years were 40 to [-] yuan. Now he suddenly has such a ten million contract?

"5 million in 3000 years? Coach, this, this, is it too much?"

Bubvich was pleased with Jackson's reaction.

"Stephen, I actually prepared this contract a long time ago. We originally planned to renew your contract after the end of the season."

"This," Jackson's eyes flickered, and his eyes rolled left and right, as if he was a little excited, as if he was still hesitating.

Bubuvich grabbed Jackson's shoulders with both hands, and looked at Stephen seriously, "Stephen, you are worth the price, trust me! You will be the core of our Spurs team in the future. With you here, we will definitely be able to impact the overall team in the future." Champion."

Jackson was a little exaggeratedly happy, smiling like a fake, "Really? Coach, thank you so much. Then, I did it!"

"Stephen, you are fine." Bubvich patted Stephen Jackson on the shoulder, as if he was optimistic about him.

Holding the contract in hand, Jackson also left with a smile.Just like someone who has bought lottery tickets for many years and finally won the jackpot, Jackson was a little overjoyed.

Pubvich smiled behind Jackson's back as Jackson walked away with the contract.

"Simple-minded, well-developed limbs, but still a violent temper, why should I keep you? hen~~~"

(End of this chapter)