Chapter 553 Is It a Smash? Run, Run Quickly!

While he was talking, the Jazz attack came again.

Malone and Stockton came together and saw Greg and Li Shengli talking, especially Li Shengli, who looked bad. He immediately panicked. The panic was not about winning or losing the game, but about the physical and mental health of Jazz starting center Greg. .

However, up to this point, the Jazz's offense was imminent and had no time to say anything. Utah's classic pick-and-roll combination came out.

Malone covered and Stockton rushed forward.

After the duo was separated, the Lakers' defense was confused for a moment. Blount at the power forward made up for Stockton, Lee Shengli made up for the charging Malone, and Gregg naturally leaked out.

"Go on, Greg!" Stockton yelled.

"Look at me!" Greg rushed to the right position to coordinate the attack before Li Shengli defended. If he couldn't do this, there would be no need to play.

But the problem is that Shuang Sha is familiar with Li Shengli, and Li Shengli is also familiar with Shuang Sha.

It was just a matter of time to cover up Malone. He turned around and rushed back in two steps. Although his height was the same, his jumping and movement speed made up for his disadvantage this time. Greg had just made a move, and Li Shengli had already completed an aerial interception.

The opportunity is great!

Perfectly meets all the conditions for a smash cap!

Li Shengli's face turned cold. The anger and strength of his body during the recent period were unreservedly gathered in this angry palm, which was extremely violent and full of hostility.

Bang! !

A loud bang!

This time it was really the sound of a giant stampeding horse.

Everyone present was stunned, and Li Shengli really didn't mean it. He hit the ball and went directly to the Jazz bench, frightening the Jazz team...

"Grass mud horse!"

"Hide, hide quickly!"

"Your uncle Li, are you serious?"

"This... damn, run, run!"

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Because Li Shengli was once a fierce player in the Jazz's peak era. In terms of killing people, he was faster and more ruthless than Malone. However, the three giants of Li Ma and the water cooler team that dominated the league have gone their separate ways. The new arrival Players have no concept of blocking a shot and killing a person. More importantly... the sound reminder is too late.

There was a bang.

The Jazz bench is covered in feathers!

As the head coach, Sloan has experienced this kind of horror several times. He reacts quickly to stress and runs away.

Fortunately, he ran fast, because when he looked back... the ball hit his small bench. As soon as he ran away, the small bench blocked the knife for him, and the hollow tube legs of the bench were broken.

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Oh my god, is this a smash?

All the Lakers fans in the audience had heard about it but had never seen it. This was the first time. The Lakers substitute stood up, raised his head, looked over the technical table towards the Jazz, and his mouth was all in the shape of an O.

As for the Jazz bench in the worst-hit area, except for Sloan and a few old bench veterans who ran away first, the newcomers were all confused.

"Damn it, Lee, you little bastard, are you trying to kill me?" Jerry Sloan jumped to his feet and yelled, regardless of whether he was polite or not.

"Fuck you, Li, do you mean it!" Ma Long also went crazy, because if his old man Sloan hadn't seen Li Shengli's smash cap, someone else would have lost half a tube of blood if he didn't die on the spot.

"I... didn't pay attention. I really didn't mean it." Li Shengli touched his head and hit hard with his right hand, which made his palm numb, but it was still very satisfying to get back the original feeling. "Pay attention next time, definitely pay attention next time!"

"Do you want to ride on a horse again?" Ma Long's face was stiff.

"Damn it, don't mess with us, can we still fight?" Stockton also scolded.

Before Li Shengli could reply, Jerry Sloan called a timeout with a dark face.

Although the game had just begun, Li Shengli's block still reminded Sloan of Limas' dark reign, but this time it was the Jazz who felt the fear of death.

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Both sides retreated to the bench.

As for the Jazz, Sloan, Malone, and Stockton had horror on their faces, and Malone glared at Greg, who was no longer as talkative as he was at the beginning.

"Damn it, Greg, what did you just say about him?"

"It's nothing, I just can't stand him."

"You don't like him?" Stockton is usually the big brother of the team, but now he is also anxious, "Damn, then you know that he can't stand you, what will happen to you if you step on the horse?"

"I've just been banned for 20 games, how dare he touch me now? If he's not afraid of being banned, then let him do it!"

He dare not touch you?

Is your mind blocked by the door?

If Crotty were here today, that madman could knock your brains out and drink it.

What's more, Li Shengli has a big talent. People don't care about touching you. Just call you and you'll be gone!

Malone wanted to slap Greg twice, and he hated iron. Compared to Li Shengli, who once belonged to the Jazz... Greg was way too far behind.

How can a person without strength have self-esteem?

There are so many people who have been exposed by Li Shengli, will you show your ability tonight?

"Greg, don't blame us for talking about you. This is for your own good. Young people who have not experienced our era cannot understand who Li Shengli was in the past. Don't seek death. You almost killed the coach just now." ”

"I...I really didn't say anything to him!" Greg panicked.

"You didn't say anything about him acting like this. Do you know that acting like this can hurt people?"

"But I really..."

"Okay, shut up!" Jerry Sloan cursed immediately when he saw Malone hugging Greg and gossiping.

"Tonight, use all your strength and energy. Li...is really coming back this time."

"Karl, on the offensive end, follow the previous tactics. As for the defensive end, give up the Lakers' No. 4 position and go up and hold this bastard down for me."

"Greg, swallow your sneaky pride, know your position, play hard, and no one will blame you."

"John, you are responsible for the organization on the offensive end, and let Lee's little brother Kobe enjoy the game on the defensive end."

"And you, Hornacek, fortunately the madman Crotty is not here, you can move more to support John's pass."

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Jerry Sloan, facing a powerful enemy?

The pig-kidney-faced Hornacek scratched his head, very confused.

"Coach, the game has just started. We haven't beaten the Lakers before. We have to play against them even if the lineup is intact. Now the lineup is even more incomplete. Are you so nervous?"

"Why not? I feel it. This bastard's temper tonight... started." Sloan glanced at the Lakers bench, and Malone and Stockton both nodded.

"I feel it too!"

"me too!"

"Okay, go up, Karl, John, watch your teammates, don't irritate him, and don't let him defeat our people."