Chapter 217 The Annoying Black Fairy

Offense and defense change sides.

The Jazz didn't need many tactics at all. When Stockton advanced, he found an opportunity and threw the ball to Li Shengli, and Fat Miller came up again.

"Brother, you are dead!"

"What the hell is wrong with you!"

Li Shengli was furious. A top center like Olajuwon had never made him so angry, but this weirdo, the most invincible fat pig in the universe, Fat Miller, did it.

With his back to the basket, Fat Miller burst out with strength. Coupled with the tonnage suppression, Li Shengli encountered a little trouble in his advancement, but Fat Miller was still chattering in his ear like a bastard chanting sutras. It was you back and forth. You're dead, you're dead.

"You damn fat man, I'm going to fuck you!"

To be fair, even if Olajuwon were to come and try to dazzle Fat Miller, his dreamy dance moves would be in vain, because Fat Miller couldn't dance at all and was too lazy to dance, while Li Shengli's method was much simpler and cruder. .

After all, the bulldozer-like propulsion effect is still there, and there is no need to advance too much. Li Shengli squeezed a few steps into the penalty area. Li Shengli turned around and rose up from the ground. He swung the ball with one hand and dunked across Fat Miller.

Because there is still a certain distance between the basket and most people can't do this, but Li Shengli's height, jumping and excellent wingspan can.

At this moment, Fat Miller thought of the task assigned by head coach Paul. No matter what, if you dunk across me, I will give you a hug.

But the hugging and throwing was still a bit too much.

Fat Miller was weird, yes, but he was not Ranbir, so... he struggled to straighten his body and put his arms around Li Shengli's waist.

For a moment, not to mention the audience, even the fans watching the live broadcast were dumbfounded. It was the first time they saw such a weird intentional foul.

The moment I saw Li Shengli take off, Fat Miller carried him and ran away until he was outside the three-point line. Li Shengli was stunned. He was already far away from the basket, and the ball that was about to dunk had already been It's a good idea to let him go now, but the basket is getting further and further away from him...

Carrying it alive? !

This riding horse is carried alive!

What kind of cool operation is this? !

To be honest, Li Shengli thought that Fat Miller would foul him, or even commit an extreme foul, but what he didn't expect was... Fat Miller forcibly lifted him outside the three-point line.

The referee was stunned for a moment by this rare sight. He took a few breaths before calling a defensive foul and giving Li Shengli a chance to make two free throws.

Crazy!

Li Shengli was mad at the weird fat Miller, and when he walked to the free throw line, the butt man behind the basketball hoop came out to cause trouble again. Perhaps because he saw the effect of his butt on free throws, a few die-hard Suns fans also joined in.

For a moment, the sight of the colorful butt made Li Shengli dizzy. But when he was trying to concentrate, the fans in the front row roared angrily, drawing his eyes back to his butt.

nausea!

So disgusting!

Li Shengli felt full of malice from the Suns fans, and these two free throws... were lost in a sea of ​​boos and colorful butts, and they were all missed.

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Throughout the second quarter, Fat Miller successfully disrupted the situation and the Jazz's offense was in trouble.

According to the rhythm of the first quarter, the ball was handed over to Li Shengli, which was very efficient. Even if he failed to score, others only needed to wait to participate in the rebound competition, and be ready to return to defense at any time. It was simple and efficient.

However, Fat Miller's login operation broke all this.

Under normal circumstances, when meeting opponents like Miller, Li Shengli can hang them up and whip them, but now it's really not normal at all. Fat Miller is a weirdo. It doesn't matter whether Li Shengli is shooting or dunking, he will give away the opponent while carrying him. to the three-point line.

Who knows why you have to carry it beyond the three-point line?

Anyway, that's what Fat Miller did, and he did it without hesitation.

As for Li Shengli...

You want to hit someone, but they didn't do anything bad. After all, they fouled intentionally and blocked the attack, but it was not a malicious foul that hurt someone.

Don't do it, this wicked and smoking weirdo is chattering in his ear again. People are always talking trash, but he keeps saying, 'Brother, you are dead, you are dead! ’.

Fat Miller, a annoying black goblin!

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At this point, the Jazz's efficient offense came to an abrupt end. Even worse, the Phoenix Trident's offense withstood the attack and hit the inside, and Malone couldn't stop it.

Until the end of the second quarter and entering the halftime break, the score between the two sides was actually tied at 52:52.

If they followed the rhythm of the first quarter, the Suns had no chance, but Li Shengli was really disgusted by a weird fat Miller, a group of shameless ass men, in the entire second quarter...he alone took 8 free throws ball.

The terrible thing is that he only made 4 of 8 free throws, including 1 of 4 in the first quarter, and only 5 of 12 free throws in the half, not even a 50% shooting rate.

What's even worse is that he was charged with three fouls in one quarter. Three fouls may not sound like many, but if this momentum continues, the third quarter will definitely continue to soar. The Suns gritted their teeth, were ruthless, and pounced on Li Shengli. , it is very possible to rescue the fallen inside line in the second half.

At the same time, because of the death charge of the Phoenix Trident, Li Shengli's blocks soared.

16 points, 10 rebounds, 3 assists, and 4 blocks in the first quarter.

8 points, 11 rebounds, 2 assists, and 5 blocks in the second quarter.

The half-time statistics reached 24 points, 21 rebounds, 5 assists, 9 blocks, and what was rare was that he also got 2 steals in the second quarter.

Almighty Boss Li?

A near triple-double at halftime?

Isn’t this horse-riding thing fucked up? !

Seeing this scene, Paul was even more determined to get rid of Li Shengli. In fact... after targeting Li Shengli, he recovered 8 points in the second quarter and added 3 foul statistics. This effect was enough for him. Satisfied.

Fat Miller, Fat Miller!

You are such a fucking talent!

The more Paul looked at Miller, the happier he became. Although in a real confrontation, Miller couldn't defeat Li Shengli at all, but he carried Li Shengli with one hand and sprinted to the three-point line, making Li Shengli sick to death and even his free throw shooting percentage hit a low point.

Although Miller also took a lot of fouls, this effect completely exceeded Paul's expectations.

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"Can you still hold on?" Returning to the locker room at halftime, Jerry Sloan asked Li Shengli with a heavy face.

From the current point of view, Li Shengli's performance is very strong, but the only problem is free throws.

Although every game in the playoffs is important, especially this is the Western Conference finals, Jerry Sloan can't ask Li Shengli to do more. For things like free throws, one depends on the touch, and the other depends on the mentality.

In the final analysis, Li Shengli is still a rookie with no competition experience, not a god.

Facing the weird fat Miller who kept chattering and carrying him to hit the three-point line, as well as a group of shameless butt boys who are brothers of Barkley, his mentality completely exploded.

"Yes, I can do it!" Li Shengli gritted his teeth and replied, "I will definitely beat that fat man to death!"

"Keep your mentality, Karl will help you solve some problems!" Jerry Sloan smiled, "Karl, you will be the main attacker in the second half. Li has done enough, now it's your turn to perform."

"Of course, I can definitely beat Barkley!"

Regardless of the regular season, after these few games in the playoffs, if there is an MVP within the Jazz, Li Shengli really deserves it.

Even his performance has overshadowed the two veterans, Stockton and Malone. However, this does not mean that the veterans cannot play. The two men at their peak have...experience that Li Shengli does not have.

"Tyrone, you have to block the first wave of the Suns' charge and don't let too many people squeeze into the inside. And Crotty, I think... you should play your best. As a shooting guard, what I want is to score." Jerry Sloan turned to Tyrone and Crotty and said something.

In the first half alone, the Suns did not have many outside shots. Crotty's shadow defensive effect was there, but not significant, and Taillon made very few shots. Put him on the first line of defense inside to reduce the pressure on Li Shengli. It's quite appropriate.

"clear!"

"no problem!"

The two of them echoed in unison.

As for Li Shengli, there was still no end. Although the free throw was a bit embarrassing, his ability to protect the basket was still unsolved.

Of course Jerry Sloan knew the intentions of Suns head coach Paul, so he tried his best to reduce Li Shengli's offense and focus on defense and rebounding.

Fat Miller is disgusting, but he can't jump, so why fight for rebounds?

As long as Li Shengli protects the Jazz's front and rear rebounds, it doesn't matter if the shooting percentage from other positions is lower. After all, the number of shots taken is enough to cover up the shortcomings of insufficient shooting percentage.

And this is what Jerry Sloan likes most about Li Shengli. He is so versatile that no one can limit him.

If you ask him to play offense, he can hit the opponent whose mother doesn't even know him; if you ask him to defend, he will always get a lot of rebounds and blocks.

If the Suns want to limit him, they have to allocate manpower, and Li Shengli is not the only one the Jazz can defeat!

Thinking of this, Jerry Sloan stroked his hair with satisfaction.

With the acquisition of Li Shengli, the Jazz experienced a qualitative change. Every time he conquered a city, he put a cross on the Jazz's expedition map. As for the Phoenix Suns in front of him...

Paul, Paul!

Your Phoenix Trident!

What are you going to do with the Big Three in Salt Lake City?