The NBA's opening sling against Chris Paul

Chapter 20 Into a scoring crisis
"Damn, you see it quite clearly." Li Ming stared at Lawson on the field and fell into deep thought. If he changed himself, would he really be able to guard against him?

Speaking of the game, the Grizzlies managed to score a goal in the paint, but the Nuggets made a fast break when they turned around. This damn guy didn't even see the taillights.

Conley slammed the ball on the ground angrily. Seeing this, Allen hurried forward to serve, and Conley took the ball and threw it directly to Arthur in the frontcourt.

He figured out a way to get around the penalty area, but Lawson was by his side, and Iguodala was also eyeing him, so he had no chance of a sneak attack.

Although Faried is not as strong as Randolph, he can jump, the bounce speed is extremely fast, and the ability to take off the second time is quite outstanding. Randolph hangs on him as long as he catches the ball.

Randolph was scolded so much by him that he couldn't find any space to deal with it.It is precisely because Faried is active that the other two strikers Iguodala and Chandler are released, and they can be more focused.

Seeing that the time was approaching and the ball was in the hands of Tony Allen, who had almost no three-point ability, Allen looked at the few people inside, but he had no choice but to make a shot himself.

No surprise, no entry! !Fortunately, Randolph got the rebound, and this time he managed to win his breath. He used his footsteps to shake Faried away, and was about to slam dunk vigorously to vent his emotions.

But he was hugged by Afflalo behind him.

"Foul No. 4. Two free throws." Crawford whistled decisively.

Randolph shook his head and walked to the free throw line, adjusted his breath briefly, the first free throw was made, the second free throw was missed, and the ball fell into the hands of Iguodala.

He glanced around, and without waiting for everyone to settle down, he sprinted with the ball, bypassing the defense of Allen and Conley in a row, and put up a counter-basket next to Arthur.

The whistle sounded again, And 1!!
Hollins on the sidelines jumped up angrily and looked in Gay's direction from time to time. Compared with the other side, George Karl sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, chatting with the assistant coach next to him from time to time, with a relaxed expression on his face.

"Oh, welcome to the NBA. Andre taught the rookie a lesson again." Weber applauded again and again. time story.

Feng Shui turns, no one can be 20 years old forever, but there are people who are 20 years old forever, hey, it is so annoying, it will kill you.

Iguodala made a steady penalty and the score was 18 to 6.It was almost half a quarter of the game, and the Grizzlies only scored 6 points. It was really miserable, and the efficiency was outrageously low.

"Marc Gasol's injury has stretched the Grizzlies' inside line. Although Arthur is young, he needs to stand up and help the team at this time." Van Gundy said calmly with his hands folded.

Entering the official timeout, Hollins called everyone over with a tactical board.

"Lee, you will switch to Allen in a while, and you and Mike will play a pick-and-roll with Zach no matter who holds the ball. If you lose the ball, quickly settle down and shrink the inside."

"But...coach..." Li Ming didn't say anything.

"Execute tactics!!" Hollins yelled. At this time, he dared not let Zach Randolph rest for a minute. The team's offense and defense depended on him.

Although he was panting heavily, he sat and listened to the tactical layout the whole time, took a simple sip of water, patted his head, and went on the field.

Li Ming was the first to go on stage, or to be precise, he jumped.

He's had enough of watching the game from the sidelines, especially when his team is down.

He can't wait to prove himself, to the coaches, to the fans, and his competitive spirit grows day by day.

"Hey, who is that No. 7? It looks like a drag." There was a burst of boos from the audience.

"Damn it, he's just a substitute. Even Conley doesn't work. What's there to do about him?" The people on the side echoed.

This was Li Ming's first away trip, he suddenly felt a chill down his back, and he couldn't explain why.

Conley ran over and slapped his butt, "Sit down quickly, the opponent is about to attack."

"Oh, good." Li Ming ran over mechanically.

The Nuggets replaced Ty Lawson and took Iron Man Miller.Although Lian Po is old, he is still unstoppable. This is the master who scored 52 points on Kidd's head, and he is still 34 years old.

Playing with Miller is Italian heavy gunner Gallinari.

"Andre is a player who plays with his brain. He will use everything around him." Van Gundy said, and Webber nodded again and again. This is also his old teammate and old opponent.

Hmph, what uses your brain?It's not that I can't run fast or jump high, but I'm slick.

Miller held the ball and advanced quickly, Conley stopped in front of him, and Miller slowly moved into the three-second zone with his back turned.

A jump passed to Gallinari at a 45-degree angle on the left, Arthur rushed up, Gallinari tapped to the right, and shot the three-pointer without haste.

After entering the net steadily, the Pepsi Center applauded thunderously. After all, this young man has some good looks and is very popular with some middle-aged and elderly female fans.

Arthur looked a little frustrated, and Conley signaled for a quick baseline.

Li Ming took the ball and pushed forward quickly. This was his first attack with the ball today.

He glanced around, taking advantage of the absence of Iguodala and Lawson, and quickly scored points. This was his idea in those three seconds.

Afflalo in front of him is much easier to deal with than Iguodala. I saw him dribble vigorously to the left, and then quickly flashed to the right.

But this Afflalo is not slow, he is still in front of him.Li Ming didn't care, just pulled it up, and almost at the same time as Afflalo jumped up, he snorted and threw the ball to the inside.

Randolph received the ball, leaned on Faried, turned halfway, and made an extremely stealthy pass to the ground. Conley strode into the penalty area and licked the basket with one hand.

"Wow, this ball is so stretched, it's amazing." Webb couldn't help but praise.

One assist, nine more.Li Ming ran back halfway back, obviously he came with a mission.

"Andre, give me the ball." Efflalo urged Miller to pass the ball at the top of the arc, reckoning that he wanted to get back his face.

Miller just glanced at him indifferently, pushed the ball with both hands on his chest, and the ball spun and flew into Faried's hands.

Faried took a big foot, leaped high in two big steps, and almost dunked the ball against Radolf.

The basket made a bang and shook violently.

"Wow, is this a monster?" Li Ming stared at his delicate lines surprisingly.

Although this Faried is a starting center, his playing time is strictly controlled, only about 20 minutes. Most of the time, Karl prefers to use the big white Koufus.

The latter's touch is much softer, and his feet are solid under the basket. Unlike the former, who can only violently dunk, he can do nothing but eat cakes, and has no ability to attack independently.

Conley slowed down his push, waiting for Randolph to take his seat, who was already exhausted, struggling to squeeze into the penalty area with his big ass dangling.

Conley gave Li Ming a look. Li Ming tricked Afflalo away with a fake move and ran to the bottom line. Chandler was the closest to him, so he hurried to defend.

This move gave Conley, who was on the line, a chance to break through. Conley accelerated into the basket, took off with one leg, and made a golden chicken independent movement. It was too late when Miller called his teammates behind him to defend.

The ball hit the front of the basket, bounced a few times and jumped in.Conley took a deep breath and gave Li Ming a thumbs up.

Li Ming smiled knowingly, "Come on, brother, hurry up and play a few games for me later, I want to get assists." His mind is full of assists.

Miller came over with the ball, Chandler stepped forward to ask for the ball, and quickly got the ball to Afflalo on the right.

"Hey, don't pass it, you don't know how to defend." Li Mingchao slapped the floor vigorously.

"Wow, who is he, such a stinky fart." The Nuggets' bench booed.

"Fuck him, Arron!" Some teammates began to boo, and Afflalo glanced at the bench.

"It seems that I haven't seen you before, why? You came from the Development League? Do you have a contract?" Afflalo tried his best to mock.

As soon as the voice fell, he inserted a straight line.

"Thinking about me, it's not that easy." Li Ming bent down and pressed against his body tightly, and Afflalo squeezed in sideways bit by bit.

Miller and Chandler opened up to give him space to play singles, but he seemed to lack confidence and passed the ball to Chandler outside the three-point line.

Chandler continued to score Gallinari who was ambushing in the bottom corner.

(End of this chapter)