The NBA's opening sling against Chris Paul

Chapter 26 Intermission
"Hey, Rudy, have you recovered yet?" Li Ming hugged Guy from behind.

"You bastard, don't talk nonsense, I was conserving my strength and preparing to show off in the second half, okay." Guy covered his face with his hands and buried his face in his arms.

Randolph on the side, panting heavily, looking like he wanted to talk but was at a loss for words, just raised his hand a little, then put it down again, showing his white teeth.

"Damn, it's really white, it's so white." These old blacks usually like to wear colorful clothes when they go out to play. Sometimes you look at them from behind, like a row of moving hangers. Can't see anything else.

As soon as they entered the locker room, everyone was lying in a mess.George Karl clapped his hands and surrounded the crowd.

"Children, you played very well and worked very hard. Just keep your own rhythm. Okay, I have nothing to say." Carl patted his mouth with his hands and yawned deeply.

"Wow, could it be that the coach went out to have fun at night, no, at this age, I'm afraid I can only move my fingers." Li Ming looked at Carl with a smirk on his face, and walked to Guy and Randolph. Sit by your side.

After all, it’s all about laughing, Carl still has two brushes. He also knows the gap between the team and the home team, and he doesn’t want to put too much pressure on the players.Especially at this time.

That's the way life is, sometimes things that seem so far away are within reach.Sometimes what seems effortless becomes ethereal.Right now, the score is approaching, so that the teammates see hope. At this time, it would be counterproductive to make a kick.

Let's leave it to these kids to win or lose. The difference in strength is visible to the naked eye, so there's no need to put extra pressure on them.

However, some people don't think so, and there are more than one of them. Randolph and Li Ming are the most obvious and strongest of them.

Of course, there may be some water cooler watchers who are substitutes or even have no chance to play. Most of their subtext is: Damn, I didn’t play, the Nuggets are so lucky! !

Randolph wanted to win very much, and he was the one who contributed the most, but he had to admit that he was really out of shape today. If it was said that the defensive end consumed too much of his physical strength, it would be understandable, but he defended today. End performance is more like a disaster.

The opponent's strikers took turns to enter the inside to consume him. His heavy footsteps were almost fixed on the ground, and no one could defend him. If Gay, Arthur and even Li Ming were on the sidelines to help defend, they were behind by 30 points in the first half today. It is also possible.

Not to mention the offensive end, the shots that were close at hand didn't even touch the frame, and it was still in the case of no defense.

6 points and 4 rebounds in the half are not such a top insider statistic, and it is really a bit underwhelming.

"Zach..." George Karl hesitated to speak.

"Coach, I see." Randolph knew that he was dragging the team down tonight, and looked at Carl sincerely, as if saying, "I will try to catch up in the second half."

"Zach, you can try that, it will best maintain your strength and break their defensive strategy." Li Ming added.

"Oh." Randolph knew that Li Ming wanted him to pull out a high jumper. The opponent's Faried didn't have the shooting ability. There are many more opportunities, and I can save energy, killing three birds with one stone.

Arthur is a quiet big boy who hardly speaks. Even at this time, he just wears his earphones silently, always unable to extricate himself in his own world.

However, on the court, he became the person who devoted himself wholeheartedly, blocking positions, rebounding, defending around the front, assisting in defense, and all kinds of dirty work. He did all the hard work alone.Belongs to the type that coaches and teammates love.

Bayless was like a curious bird, always watching the crowd and looking around.He has a high golf quotient, and he will never stop learning no matter where he is, and seize every opportunity to absorb nutrition.

Even when Conley and the three of them were discussing pick-and-roll tactics, he would quietly come up to eavesdrop. Every time at this time, Conley would hug his head and pull him into his arms as if to beat him.

The atmosphere in the Grizzlies team is very harmonious. No one thought that the record of this team in the past few years would be so bad. Gay won a total of 64 games in three years, and this is not as good as a team in the Bay Area. A lot of wins a year.

After sending away Gasol, the team ushered in fresh blood. The power of the inside combination of the black and white duo began to show, and Conley's strong rise gradually made this team have some shadows of the peak Spurs.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the Grizzlies' inside line is not afraid of the challenge of any team in the league. The weak link of the Grizzlies is the position of shooting guard.Until now, there has not been a strong position in the strict sense.

It all depends on Gay's occasional guest appearances, but Gay even has to go to the power forward position in many cases.

Li Ming's luck is good. He can show his strengths in the position that the team lacks the most. Of course, before that, he needs to accumulate game experience and gain points, so as to get the strong support of the system father.

Back to the Nuggets, Lawson and Miller were talking, and Chandler was lying flat on the seat.

Iguodala was spitting and explaining to a few rookies about running positions and asking for the ball.

George Karl writes and draws on the tactical board.

"Coach, I think I can guard Zach." Faried obviously complained about his playing time.

"Oh, oh, good, very good." Wow, this damn foreigner is also a master of Tai Chi. Carl's series of nods made Faried's heart even more uncertain, but it was inconvenient for him to continue asking.

Frustrated with his first-half performance, Gallinari sat there without saying a word, next to Fournier, a rookie, and perhaps the two internationals could relate at the moment.

"Come around, come around." Iguodala clapped his hands vigorously, standing in front of the tactical board.

"We need to continue to put pressure on them in the second half, and don't let up. No team can beat us, and no team can disrupt our rhythm. Our only opponent is ourselves." When he said the latter sentence, he looked at Lawson stood aside.

"Maybe, we can increase the pass and movement at the top of the arc, we can break the opponent's zone defense, and get more opportunities for our shooters." Chandler added.

"Okay, leave it to me, Gay." Iguodala pays a lot of attention to this young man, because there are always good media comparing him with Gay, saying that after Tracy McGrady, Gay and him are the most talented small forwards. .

Obviously, he is not convinced by this, although he has always been a humble man.

"The opponent's No. 7..." Miller seemed to think of something, but he didn't say anything.

"What are the Huaxia players to worry about? Leave it to me—if you can get a chance to play." Ty Lawson looked contemptuous.

"I'll wipe it." In the lounge next door, Li Ming sneezed, "Damn it, someone must be secretly greeting me."

Lawson hesitated to speak, "Master Iguodala, I don't want to lose face, Mr. Carl didn't say anything, what a fart you are."

Lawson's college resume is very brilliant, but who is not here? Even many second-round picks are the top three players in the region, scoring as casually as cutting melons and vegetables.

Afflalo and Koufus have never said a word. They are the most quiet people on this team, even in real life.Many times I even feel that they are lonely.

If it weren't for basketball, these little blacks would have nowhere to live. They could only steal and rob. There is no way. Their living environment is like this. It has not changed for so many years. Violence, guns, drugs, sexual abuse, anything will happen. Killed them.

Basketball is the only way out of the ghetto, but how many people can there be.

"Andre..." Carl called Iguodala aside, unable to hear what he said, and Iguodala just kept nodding.

"Haven't you watched it? Scarlett Johansson has come to our arena." Someone muttered in the corner.

"Looks like there's Usher in the stands."

"Really? Isn't he a fan of the 76ers? Will he come to the away game?"

"Maybe there is a commercial performance, anyway, the girls around him are quite upright." Jordan Hamilton said.

"I said why don't you play well, kid, and pay attention to these all day." Ty Lawson threw the towel over. He had a very good relationship with this rookie in private.

"No, you're here. It's already posted on Twitter, their photos and videos." Jordan Hamilton brought the IPAD in front of Lawson, and Iguodala and everyone cheered and surrounded him.

"really big."

"Yeah, it's really big, and the necklace is pretty." Another voice replied.

"Okay, kids, change your clothes and get ready to go." The teaching assistant came in and separated the crowd, and he sat down with his IPAD.

(End of this chapter)