NBA Emperor: Kobe Bryant's Son

The second quarter is about to begin, and the players are on the field.

Westbrook played, and he formed the second team with Roy, Sean, Williams, and Julian.

"Roy, the coach is not very satisfied with you. If you don't change your style of play, he would rather not use you."

Westbrook warned.

Roy showed panic and explained: "Brother, I didn't do it on purpose. I admit that sometimes I can't control my shots. You should understand me, right?"

Westbrook nodded: "Young people are high-spirited, I'm someone who has been here and can understand, but...you have to see the situation in front of you clearly."

"I understand!"

Game start.

The Lakers focus on passing, cooperating, and defending. They no longer blindly shoot quickly, and do not take victory as the ultimate goal.

Young Lakers improving little by little despite turnovers

Jones floated a lob into the penalty area. In the chaotic inside, Williams gritted his teeth and jumped high. Embiid behind him jumped up to catch the ball and dunk Williams.

There was an uproar! ! !

The 76ers' bench stood up and shouted cheers!

Williams rubbed his head, lowered his head with an angry expression, and secretly said: Farke, this ball has to be on the highlights, I am embarrassed.

Anderson comforted Williams with a sympathetic look.

Jones and Embiid clapped their hands and flattered:

"Boss, cool."

"Hahaha, it's okay."

Westbrook attacked with the ball and passed the ball to Sean just after halftime. Maxi stepped forward to press for him.

Roy was divided again, and a group of people taught each other.

Sean dribbled the ball into the paint, and was double-teamed by Embiid and Maxey. He didn't choose to make a shot, and took a step back to open up space for a fake pass.

The ball was given to Westbrook on the outside, and the latter raised the knife and dropped it.

Three-point shot!

Swish!

Hollow into the net.

The audience burst into applause.

Westbrook was so happy, kissed the tattoo on his wrist and waved his arm, the pattern of b21 ghost: a fighter jet flying through lightning and clouds.

This tattoo symbolizes the Lakers advancing in lightning.

Sean and Roy stepped forward to give Westbrook a high-five.

There was a lot of discussion on the Lakers bench.

"Ooooh, tattoos seem to give Russell strength."

"Speaking of tattoos, I woke up one day in a drowsy sleep. When I saw this tattoo, I suspected it wasn't my hand. Do you have this strange feeling?"

"No."

"How is it possible? It's not your hand? I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Hey, bearded man, you woke up from urinating, and your mind is not clear."

"Your kid's mouth should be cleaned up, it stinks to death."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The game continues.

Jones held the ball for halftime, and he moved to the left to find his teammate Maxi, but the latter was locked by Sean.

Jones dribbles in place.

At this moment, Westbrook rushed out like a dark horse, and quickly counterattacked after stealing the ball.

at the same time.

Embiid and others reacted quickly and returned to defense immediately.

Sean and his group of young people were half a beat behind, Westbrook was blocked, and the Lakers missed the best opportunity to attack.

Kobe said angrily: "Damn, I don't have any consciousness at all."

"Kobe, you are too anxious, don't always ask the boys by our standards. Take your time."

O'Neill rarely said seriously.

Westbrook took a look at the frontcourt and gave the ball to Sean. The latter attacked with the ball and cooperated with his teammates. Finally, he took the ball and passed Maxi with one step, stepped inside to face the defender and hit the ground behind him.

Westbrook took the ball and hit the basket, and burst into the net with the strength of breastfeeding.

All cheers! ! !

Kobe clapped his hands: "Good shot!!"

Harden said with relief: "It smells like that."

Westbrook raised his arms high and gave Sean a high-five to celebrate, with a smile on his face, as if dreaming back to the past.

Score Lakers 45:54 Philadelphia 76ers

Joe Bryant shook his head. He got up and walked in front of Kobe, dissatisfied: "Kobe, what the hell are you doing, the child's right to shoot has been reduced by half. Where did the previous style of play go?"

Kobe said lightly: "I have my own ideas."

"I can't understand this style of play. The gorgeous offense is gone, and I feel uncomfortable..."

"The offensive ability has always been there, but I don't use it. I am training a more comprehensive Lakers team"

Bryant explained.

Joe Bryant: "Do you plan to continue like this for the rest of the regular season?"

"Yes."

Joe Bryant shook his head: "Kobe, you just became the head coach, and you don't understand a lot of things. Dad will give you some advice."

Kobe waved his hand: "I don't need it."

Joe Bryant's expression froze, looking aggrieved.

O'Neill reprimanded: "Kobe, you brat, you have no manners at all, listen to what your dad has to say."

Nick Yang said with a smile: "Yes, the old father has to listen to what he says."

Joe Bryant nodded to the two, and slowly said: "Kobe, the Lakers are currently ranked third in the Western Conference. According to your style of play, they will definitely fall after the regular season, and they won't even make it to the playoffs."

"Heh...I have my own plan, keep entering at the tail."

This is Kobe's helpless move. Taking advantage of the current regular season to hone young players, no one is used to the battlefield of the playoffs.

There is no chance to train recruits for the Lakers.

Joe Bryant continued: "No, no, no, you are wrong again. If the Lakers enter the playoffs with the tail ranking and encounter the top team, the Western Conference Finals will be played early, and there is a 90.00% chance of a round trip."

When Kobe heard the game, his face was slightly angry: "I have thought of everything you can think of, and you haven't thought about what I thought of, so I don't want to talk to you."

Joe Bryant's suggestion has some truth, the goal is to go further.

But Kobe's ambition is even greater, and the father and son have differences of opinion.

Joe Bryant sighed: "You will regret it if you don't accept my advice. Few people can match my views on basketball."

Kobe suddenly smiled: "Heh... your style is outdated."

Joe Bryant yelled: "What? Obsolete? I played in the NBA and you weren't born yet."

"Dad, I'm begging you, go up and sit and watch the game."

Bryant folded his arms across his chest, eyes focused on the court.

Joe Bryant entered the NBA in 1975, and Kobe was indeed not born yet.

"Hey, Uncle, I was born, and I was three years old that year."

O'Neal saw Kobe and his son arguing to adjust the atmosphere, and thought it was very humorous.

Nick Young: "Hahahaha."

Dawson:"........."

Seeing that Kobe could not be persuaded, Joe Bryant shook his head and sat back beside his wife.

On the field.

Sean was holding the ball on the flank. He scanned his teammates and found that Westbrook, who was in good form, was being heavily marked by the opponent.

Westbrook tilted his head to signal Sean to attack the inside line. Sean started his steps and dribbled continuously under his crotch to try Maxi.

Advance in small steps.

Speed ​​up breakthrough!

Maxi's judgment was accurate this time, and he didn't let Sean pass by. He was fully focused, and he was bound to stop Sean's footsteps.

Sean stepped back to open up space to take off.

Maxi jumped up, Sean had already made a three-pointer, and the basketball shot towards the basket with a "swoosh".

Hit the board and enter the net.

All cheers! ! !

Joe Bryant chanted: "Beautiful, keep shooting!"

Catherine said happily: "Tommy, Sean finally got in."

Tommy nodded happily.

Ball transfer.

Maxi held the ball at the top of the arc and shot a three-pointer. Sean jumped up and blocked the shot with one hand.

A little bit.

The basketball draws an arc and enters the net steadily.

Score: Lakers 52:62 Philadelphia 76ers