The NBA's opening sling against Chris Paul

Chapter 64 Intermission
During the halftime game, the beauty reporter of the Los Angeles Times interviewed David Beckham who was sitting on the sidelines.

"Hi, David, your suit looks really nice tonight. I'm Anna from the local Los Angeles Times." Anna stared closely at Beckham and twisted her body involuntarily.

"Oh, may I ask if my suit didn't look good that day?" Beckham was really naughty, humorous, and annoying.

"You can be regarded as a fan of Los Angeles. What do you think of tonight's game, or what do you predict for the second half?" Anna went straight to the point.

"Oh, first of all, I think the entire Lakers team is playing well. The teammates are very passionate and active, but..." Beckham changed the subject.

"Since the Memphis people used a double-center lineup in the second half, if I remember correctly, our team also has two big guys who have proven themselves in the league." He was obviously referring to Howard being pushed on the bench.

"Oh, yes, we also have the number one center forward in the league, David, you really hit the nail on the head." Before Anna wanted to ask a few more questions, Beckham had already lowered his head to accompany his son to the sidelines to shoot basketball. Yes, today he brought his eldest son, Brooklyn.

In the Lakers' locker room, Zen master brought everyone together. "The Memphis three-back system caused us a lot of trouble." He glanced at Steve Nash and said.

Obviously, he still cared about his disciple's self-esteem, and didn't directly say that Nash was slow.

"Steve, your back..." Zen Master opened his mouth slightly.

"Oh, damn it, coach, it's true, I've made an old mistake again, I really deserve to die." In other words, this Nash really has good eyesight, and he hurried down the donkey, giving the Zen master enough face, and also giving himself enough face.

"Oh, in that case, in the second half, Chris Duhon will cover for you for a while, and you will go up to control the field at the most critical time in the fourth quarter, what do you think?" Zen Master's words were very low.

"Oh, coach, that's really great. I think my waist might not hurt so much at that time." Nash nodded repeatedly.

"Clark, can you keep up with Rudy? You are younger than him. I have seen your side report, don't let me doubt your physical strength, young man." Clark didn't dare to lift his head, and kept Wipe away the sweat with a towel.

"Hey, buddy, you're going to take the lead in the second half, these guys are really unreliable." The Zen master turned his head to Ci Shiping.

"Come on!! U are the boss!!!" Ci Shiping showed off his muscular biceps and kept beating them.

That means, if I was on the second half of the second quarter, Rudy Gay would have nothing to do with him, and he would go home to find his mother.

"Paul, who do you think is faster, you or Zach?"

"Me!" Gasol said without hesitation.

"Then who do you think is more accurate in long-range shots, you or Zach?" Zen Master continued to ask.

"I!" The answer was still affirmative.

"Then what the hell are you waiting for? What are you afraid of? What are you hiding?" What's the point of throwing away twenty or thirty of his mother's in this one?Put on your poise, damn it.

"Are you afraid that someone will not pass the ball to you? Will someone blame you for this?" When Zen master said this, he turned his head to Kobe who was soaking an ice bucket.

"Oh, dear me, Phil, you know me, Paul and I are true love." Kobe spread his hands innocently.

The Zen master didn't say anything, but cast his eyes on Howard, who was sitting aside with his upper body bare, shook his head, and didn't speak.

"Wow, what's the situation, even a rookie like Clark has comments, why? I, the number one center, don't even have a chance to grow up? No, coach, tell me, it's really not possible, just scold me a few words, I am most afraid of such silence..." Howard said that the baby was suffering, but the baby didn't say anything.

In the Grizzlies locker room on the other side, Guy vigorously wiped the sweat off his body and kept chanting, obviously he was still in a state of excitement.

Such a halftime break made him feel like it came to an abrupt end, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

Bayless re-fixed the straps on his feet, and Randolph slumped on the bench, panting heavily.

Marc Gasol was quietly wearing headphones, sitting alone in the corner chair.

Coach Hollins was drawing something on the tactical board. At the end, he clapped his hands to signal everyone to stop what they were doing, and it was time to speak.

"Rudy, keep your impact in the second half." Hollins affirmed Rudy Gay's kill at the opponent's basket in the first sentence.

"Mike, Lee, the two of you need to play more pick-and-rolls on the line, because the opponent has three outside players who are defending first, and there must be very few opportunities to run without the ball inside."

"Kenyon, you need to play more off-ball cuts from the bottom line to ease the defensive pressure on the line. Your physical strength is currently the most abundant among several outside players." Hollins looked at Kenyandu who had been silent. Forest.

Du Lin still didn't speak, but nodded vigorously.

"Coach, the opponent's Howard doesn't have mid-range shooting ability. It might be better if he is pulled out." Marc Gasol suddenly stood up and walked towards the coach and teammates.

"Well, you're right, it's just that Phil may hide his point." Obviously Marc Gasol is full of confidence in the confrontation with Howard, after all, this big man is much easier to deal with than his brother.

In all fairness, the footsteps of the two big men in the Grizzlies lineup are not bad. Once Gasol takes a position in the paint, it is difficult for any opponent in the league to guard him. His soft touch is the nightmare of the coaches. .

Moreover, Xiaojia is in his prime, full of physical strength, and on the defensive end, he is not afraid of the impact of the opponent's small lineup. Most of the time, he is helping to defend the outside shot, and Randolph is more like a stand-up Traditional big.

This black-and-white configuration is very much in line with the soul of today's iron-blooded defensive team in terms of the orderliness and coordination of the lineup.

It's just that now the league has quietly started to play fast games, and there are not many opportunities for black and white bears to be on the court at the same time. Most of the time, they are used staggered, or used in a specific link.

Mostly, they used the long-range shots of the two to pull the opponent's big man out and cover the breakthrough for Conley and others.

"Coach, I think my physical strength is like 19 years old. I can play more in the second half without even replacing me." Randolph is full of expectations for this trip to Los Angeles.

Yes, he was going to prove himself to the city, to prove them wrong.The Clippers cancer back then has now become a right-handed man.

"Well, it depends on Phil's formation, Zach, I know what you think, and I also know that you are doing everything for the good of the team, but I can't just watch Ji fall into the siege of the opponent." Hollins is also very sincere.

Yes, Randolph is very brave at the basket, but after all, his size is there. Once Phil Jackson uses those small ones to attack in turn, he should be out of breath after three or five rounds.

The big killer on the offensive end will become a burden on the defensive end. As a veteran coach, Hollins will not let this happen.

"Okay, everyone, come on, you can do it, you can beat any team in the league, no one can beat you, come on." Hollins extended his right hand and clapped with everyone.

(End of this chapter)