NBA: I went from being a reasonable talker to being a god against the sky

The whole body was piled on the ground, and the bean-sized beads of sweat dripped down Howard's face, and he knew it without asking.

It hurts badly.

"Brother, hold on."

"How's it going buddy?"

All the teammates gathered around and asked Howard about his injury.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, let me come."

The Mavericks team doctor trotted over, pushed through the crowd and squeezed in, leaving the medicine box aside to check Howard's injuries.

His right ankle was very red, but luckily it wasn't swollen.

The team doctor quickly opened the medicine box, took out the spray, and sprayed it on the ankle.

Sprayed for 2 minutes!

After carefully wrapping more than a dozen layers of gauze, Howard was lifted up, and he jumped up and down to the locker room.

The game therefore entered a medical timeout.

The chief referee and the two line referees were huddled on the sideline technical table, urgently studying the replay of the video just now.

"Damn it, Pachulia is too grandson! It's obviously a malicious stepping."

Dampier slapped his thigh hard and cursed, if Barea hadn't tried his best to hold him back, he would have been fucked if he rushed up just now.

"Absolutely, this is a fart, it must be sent off directly."

Harris hit the boxing ground with a "boom" and stared at the referee's stand.

"Calm down! Calm down! Calm down! The opponent just wants to provoke us."

Carlisle tapped on the tactical board, reminding the players with a serious face.

This group of players, Carlisle, knows best, and everyone is overflowing with adrenaline.

If you don't quickly control your emotions, the game will basically be over.

Impulse is the devil.

This is what the eagle wants.

Seeing that the players were in a slightly calmer mood, Carlisle spoke slowly:

"Assistant, get Terry back, he's coming in for Howard.

Jiang, you mentioned that small forward is facing Pachulia, is there any problem? "

After Carlisle finished speaking, Mi | squinted his eyes, waiting for Jiang Hao's reaction.

"No, Jiang will be in danger."

Harris stood up as soon as he heard it, shaking his head like a rattle in firm opposition.

Jiang Hao pressed Harris's shoulder, smiled and shook his head slightly, and pushed him down.

You still know how to play Kaye, so let me go...

He complained in his heart, but Jiang Hao had an expression of indifference on his face:

"Just leave it to me."

At the same time, Terry came back and sat down in the rest area, not intending to play at all.

Seeing Terry's slack, Carlisle calmed down and comforted Terry.

After all, they are all part-time workers, with contracts on their backs.

If you, Terry, really don't want to play, just say that liquidated damages are no joke.

I, Carlisle, are here to save face for you, if you want to give face or not, then...

Terry is also a smart person, he was just playing with his temper to vent his dissatisfaction, so he dared not play.

If I really don't want to go, I won't come back.

To appease Terry, the Mavericks can barely make up the lineup.

Center Dampier, point guard Harris, point guard Terry, power forward Huo Ershu, and small forward Jiang Hao.

What can I say about this lineup, the center has no skills, and is pure iron.

The backcourt is even worse, you need height but no height, you need defense but no defense.

As for the frontcourt, Uncle Huo is too old and Jiang Hao is too young.

Needless to say, Second Uncle Huo is 34 years old and has 43 legs.

Jiang Hao is small, where is Xiao?

198 is a small forward, and his height suffers a lot.

Opposite the Eagles' two forwards, 206 Smith and 211 Pachulia, are full-size forward swingers.

But what can I do, the two starting strikers can't play, so I can only make do with it first.

The referee blows the whistle and the game continues.

The referee made a final decision and called Pachulia a technical foul.

The Mavericks quit at that time, and Dampier and Harris wanted to rush over and circle the referee.

Thanks to Jiang Hao, he kept his head clear and stared at him, scaring the two idiots so much that they didn't dare to go up.

"You two also want to eat t?"

The two fools looked at me and I looked at you, and finally their heads drooped, and then they gave up.

Howard was seriously injured and unable to execute technical free throws.

Jiang Hao took his place and went to the free throw line.

The first penalty was missed.

Adjust your breathing a little, and make two free throws.

The Mavericks still had the ball in the frontcourt, and Terry served from the sideline.

The Eagles suddenly double-teamed Harris, making Harris unable to catch the ball, and he was about to serve a timeout violation.

Terry had no choice but to pass the ball to Uncle Huo who was showing off at the top of the arc.

Uncle Huo caught the ball and didn't dare to take the ball, so he had to protect the ball and wait for someone to respond.

After serving the ball, Terry entered the field, turned back and ran to Uncle Huo.

hand to hand to ball...

Terry received the ball and Johnson followed up with the defense.

Again, the height gap is too big.

Johnson's barefoot is 201, and Terry's 188 has to rely on heightening insoles.

Johnson stretched out his long arms and covered Terry like an eagle catching a chicken.

It's really unlucky, I'm usually pretty good, and it's never been so hard to get rid of others...

Shaking to the left and dodging again, Terry was so anxious that he couldn't escape a little bit of space.

The reason is actually very simple!

One is that most of Terry's opponents are substitutes, which is incomparable with the strength of a team leader like Johnson.

In addition, Terry usually plays the sixth man, and he only plays at the critical moment of the end of the game, and the opponent is almost tired.

Taking this advantage for a long time, Terry's heart began to swell.

I always feel that I am inferior to the sixth man.

I just found out my weight today!

Terry couldn't get rid of Johnson, and Harris made Bibby entangled enough.

Seeing that the attack time is coming soon.

Jiang Hao hurried over to catch the ball.

Finally grasped the life-saving straw, Terry passed the ball quickly.

Jiang Hao took the ball.

Pachulia followed closely, trying to beat the clock on the shot.

I saw Jiang Hao suddenly took a tentative step to the left, followed by a large disguise to the right, shaking Pachulia away in an instant,

Go straight into the three-second zone!

Pachulia at 211 wanted to chase back, but there was no time.

Looking back, Jiang Hao had already killed Horford.

The two feet "boom" stomped heavily on the ground, which seemed to be a posture of buckle!

Horford is so proud, he is a talent show.

No matter how awesome your Jiang Hao performance is, you are still the bottom one in the draft.

Never lose face!

Horford is really not good, and his feet are also exerting all their strength, stomping the ground desperately, and jumping high with a "whoosh"!

Horford jumped with his feet at least 60 centimeters off the ground and up!

Look at Jiang Hao again!

It seems that the jumping action is to go straight to 100 cm from the ground.

But actually—

That's 19.5 centimeters.

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Horford, who raised his face to the flying dragon in the sky, suddenly

Smile!

Immediately afterwards, the hand was drawn down and the ball was given to Dampier.

Looking at Da Danpi again, without any defense, this is awesome.

With a roar of "Oh", he smashed the ball into the basket with a "boom".

The ball was not finished, turned around and stared into the bull's eye,

"Crack, crash, crash"

The six relatives do not recognize Bawangbu!

Horford: "???Swastika"

At the same time, Jiang Hao's mind was sweet and pleasant.

【Ding!From Horford +1000]

After this ball, it wasn't anyone on the field who was most excited.

It's the wax male silver on the tnt commentary seat.

Charles Gambler Kissed Ass Buckley.

At this moment, Barkley turned his head slowly, first winking at Smith.

Afterwards, the tongue licked his lips and circled around twice in slow motion.

Standing up, Mi|Mi looked towards Smith.

Smoothly unbuttoning the belt with both hands, pulling it down slightly, exposing the dark upper half, then turning around smartly, facing the camera, the corners of the mouth continued to rise, and the other end, facing Smith,

pouted slowly...