Chapter 674 The Last Kindness in Los Angeles

Next game.

The blacksmith spirit of Ben and Rodman put Barkley into a trap. The three of them grabbed a lot of rebounds, but if they really let them attack, they would be useless. They can transfer it to Eddie and Fisher...

Eddie and Fisher were very conscious and took the initiative to accompany the three gangsters in the pit.

As a result, the Lakers repeatedly heard the beautiful sound of iron in the second half, but Harris didn't panic at all and didn't even bother to call a timeout, even though the Mavericks' offense had improved.

Although the Mavericks' efficiency is still low, it is obviously lower than that of the Lakers.

Therefore, in the second half of the third quarter, the Mavericks successfully entered the rhythm of chasing points, but the tactics arranged by Nelson were not implemented. Veteran Finley took most of the shots, and Nowitzki became a professional in high pick-and-rolls.

But Nowitzki still understands, because when playing against the Lakers, as long as the Mavericks have firepower on the outside, they will definitely choose the outside first and avoid the Lakers' inside. And Nowitzki has nothing to do... Confidence observes every time The offensive details make up for the NBA court experience he lacks most.

As for the last three minutes of the third quarter.

Harris was not unresponsive when he saw the Mavericks chasing points, and directly put Crotty on the court to target Finley, and the Mavericks were immediately alert...the shots spread from Finley, and Nowitzki felt that the opportunity was coming.

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In the Mavericks' first offense, Nash passed the ball directly to Trent who ran out of opportunity, while Nowitzki was on the other side... running while imagining how he would play if he were Trent.

Rodman, who is good at defense in isolation?

This ball must be played with a teammate's pick-and-roll!

Nowitzki was right. Finley indeed gave Trent a screen, and Trent drove straight in, seemingly trying to get to the basket. Nowitzki felt that it was reasonable and that he had bumped into Rodman. You have to fight like this.

However... the facts were beyond Nowitzki's expectations.

When the Lakers were fighting just now, Trent's maniacal laughter while slapping his hands was already on Rodman's mind. However, Rodman ignored Finley's block and pounced on Trent, crushing him with his butt. With Trent.

A bang...

Trent hit the floor and everyone was stunned, but Rodman raised his hands in surrender to the referee, indicating that he was a good person, and the cute and young Mr. Nowitzki who watched from beginning to end... was hairy all over. I felt the most powerful evil force in the league, not because of Rodman's actions, but because of what Rodman secretly said to Trent when he pulled Trent.

"I can't make a shot, so don't laugh. If you laugh again, I'll knock your teeth out!"

"Based on my experience, this is a first-level criminal, which means I have another chance."

"It can be level one of playing undead, or it can be level two of killing you directly. Stay calm, but don't keep smiling, Mr. Trent."

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Nowitzki was really frightened. The referee actually called a first-level criminal, and this made him, a newbie in the NBA, feel like he was dying...

Damn it, is this guy a devil?

No, I can't fight for this kind of gangster.

If I was asked to fight, I would rather hit Ben Wallace out of position. He seems to be...

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Two free throws and one throw, the Mavericks still attack.

The 95-level Trent was frightened by the gangster Rodman and really didn't want to hit the ball. Nowitzki wanted to hit it, but the ball still didn't get to him. It wasn't because Nash didn't pass the ball. Williams, the center, ran out of opportunities.

Williams beats Ben Wallace?

This is good, I can just see Ben Wallace's weaknesses.

Nowitzki concentrated his mind and pulled Barkley to prevent him from harassing the center duel. At the same time, he was also watching the situation and trying to figure out the possibility of playing the Lakers center out of position.

However... the Lakers' efforts were so bad that Williams also laughed.

Laugh today, knock out your teeth tomorrow!

Williams' post-up shot felt like he was running against a bare-butt wall.

The key is that this wall can move on a horse. When others hit the back, they always squeeze towards the basket, but his back hit is just for fun, and he is pushed all the way.

Seeing that I couldn't wait any longer, the farther I got from the basket, the harder it became to hit it.

Williams brazenly turned over and shot a jump shot, but Ben, with his superb defensive skills, pushed the opponent the moment he turned over, causing the opponent's center of gravity to be unstable and the take-off height to be insufficient.

Bang...

No matter what, Ben slapped his hand and swung it sideways, and there was a bang... Williams turned 90 degrees in the air and lay at Ben's feet, his hands almost swollen from the slap, The whole audience was in an uproar, shocked by Da Ben's powerful power.

This... this, this, this...

Can this horse-stepping turn-over jumper be fucked?

Nowitzki was shocked. He glanced at Big Ben and felt that he had misjudged this big man's combat effectiveness.

As for the lethality... I can't pick out ordinary foul actions with malice, and they are even more brutal than Rodman with malice.

Mom?

How to fight this!

Li Shengli hasn't even played yet, how come the Lakers have such a beast? !

Nowitzki felt a chill running down his spine. Rodman was bad and Ben Wallace was ruthless. It seemed that he could only beat... Barkley? Yes, just play against Barkley. If I shoot a jumper, he can't do anything to me!

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After the foul, the Mavericks made two free throws.

Returning to the Lakers' offense, this time there was no strike, only three strikes, but the Mavericks did not dare to laugh. After getting the rebound, they fearfully launched a counterattack.

Nash held the ball, passed it to Finley, and then directly covered Finley for a breakthrough.

Nowitzki immediately opened his position and waited for Barkley to catch the ball in the gap. However, the connection between him and the ball carrier was cut off, and Finley, who was alone and deep, faced Barkley.

The defense at the basket has been stretched thin, so jumping shots are not as good as rushing to the basket.

The stalemate lasted for a blink of an eye. Without thinking, Finley turned his back and raised his elbow to rush towards the basket. As long as this kind of offensive action is concealed, it may not be blown away in away games, let alone at home. In fact, Buck Li was really repulsed by him.

Is this a small elbow opening?

Sure enough, live and learn until you are old!

Seeing Finley's initial results, Nowitzki feels that he has benefited a lot.

However... Barkley has played with Malone, who is best at this kind of offense, for so many years. Even if Malone farts, he knows what Malone eats in the morning, let alone Finley, who has not graduated yet.

Are you playing this trick with me?

Can I let you break out?

Barkley gave way to give Finley a chance to rush to the basket, and then with a cold expression on his face, he turned to the left and delivered an honest, charged elbow that looked like an accident.

A bang...

Finlay immediately stumbled down and hit his head on the base of the basketball stand. Fortunately, the base had been treated, so any bruises or redness were minor. But Barkley was not embarrassed at all. After all, it was Finley who was malicious. At first, the only feeling he felt was that his left elbow was weak.

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At this time, the crowd was excited, the fans were about to go berserk, and the Mavericks were completely shut down.

Damn it, gangster?

A group of hooligans, all hooligans!

Damn it, this is too bullying!

You can't laugh when you're blacksmithing, or you'll get beaten when you laugh; you can't make small moves when attacking, and you'll be beaten if you do?

How could it be like this? Li Shengli, the extra-large gangster most familiar to Dallas fans, hadn't even come yet, and the Mavericks would have dealt with it like this. Three of the five people present had already been arranged, and the remaining Nash felt like he was at a disadvantage. Playing point guard would have meant surviving, and Nowitzki felt like he was facing death.

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Time is running out, and the Mavericks have become very humble.

Nash passed the ball to Trent, and Trent cursed secretly as if he had received a bomb... Damn, aren't you trying to harm me? Don't you Nash know who Rodman is? Grass, Williams, catch the ball.

Trent passed the ball to Williams, and Williams panicked when he saw Ben... Is the person you're riding on a horse a human being? You don't want to fight Rodman, but I want to fight this Ben-Wallace? Grass, Finley, catch the ball.

Williams passed the ball to Finlay on the outside. Finlay's scalp exploded when he saw Crotty, because the three hooligans inside were still somewhat sane, but the one in front of him was a lunatic... Damn, I won't fight either , Nowitzki, you catch the ball! !

For a time, the entire focus was on Nowitzki.

But the problem now is that his teammates have no fighting spirit. As soon as he catches the ball, the three hooligans of the Lakers rush over collectively. Nowitzki really can't pass anymore.

Damn it, you bastard!

Those of you who are riding horses, don’t come here!

Nowitzki was in a panic. He couldn't imagine the consequences of waiting for the three gangsters to gather together, but he could only quickly hit Barkley, push away Barkley to use his strength, and jump back with his left foot as a supporting foot. Bend your right leg to create space for your hands.

Stinking rogue!

Come on, come on!

I will kick you to death!

Nowitzki was forced to develop a set of self-defense and counterattack techniques in a desperate situation.

As for Barkley, he was also convinced. He was blocked by Nowitzki's right leg and it was difficult to interfere. And this goal was scored... The third quarter was over, and the Mavericks had been widened by the point difference. 26 points from 30 miles.

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Mavericks was stunned by the beating.

There were no substitutions on either side in the final quarter, and the Lakers still had three hooligans occupying the inside, while Nowitzki struggled to survive in the cracks... He was originally good at mid-range shooting, but in the final quarter, he fearfully used the newly developed "keep distance from the hooligans" Fallback attack style.

The good news is that it does work. You don’t have to bend your right leg very much, so you don’t have to worry about fouling at all, and you can even draw a foul.

Of course, the Mavericks are also happy to see this situation...

I was originally unwilling to play, but now the rookie Nowitzki stepped forward. It was like being granted amnesty. He kept feeding Nowitzki the ball, and Nowitzki also perfected his golden rooster independence step by step. self-defense actions.

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Originally, the Lakers' offensive efficiency was low, but the Mavericks were just a little higher.

But now the irony is... the Mavericks actually relied on the leadership of Nowitzki, a rookie, to launch a wave of counterattack climax. Although the huge point difference did not worry the Lakers at all, the Lakers players sitting on the bench were It made me vomit.

"This Dirk Nowitzki has never done this before, right?" Li Shengli frowned and asked Harris.

"Obviously, he didn't use it at all in the first half. There was a big breakthrough under the big scare. This Dirk Nowitzki's... rookie start was magnified!" Harris smiled helplessly and said: "But , look at the three of them forcing the opponent, this rookie... he can't help it, he is protecting himself, I can understand it."

"Damn, is this the reason why the three of them are helping the Mavericks train the fourth position?" Li Shengli couldn't laugh or cry.

I didn't think Nowitzki had anything to do with it.

It's hard to say what his future achievements will be, and no one has a blind eye, but at least his rookie season is still the stage of accumulating experience for him, and now it's better...break through desperate situations and passively develop new routines.

"Don't tell me, his offensive move is more effective than Miller's kick. Maybe your three gangster brothers will create a superstar for the league tonight!"

"Damn it, who is this rogue brother? Can you be more serious as the head coach?" Li Shengli rolled his eyes and continued: "Uh... It's hard to say for the time being, but I feel like this guy is going to become the leader of the Mavericks. Players, maybe the time will go much faster than everyone expects!"

"Don't worry, the Mavericks are not a threat to us. You know better than us how stupid the Mavericks management is, and... it's not that fast to build a lineup. We are still the boss in the Western Conference."

"I didn't say that." Li Shengli shook his head and said, "Put aside the management factors, it would be great if I were still with the Mavericks. This kid is very suitable for me. I like him."

"Why, don't you like the partner we gave you?"

"I...I like shit." Li Shengli lost his composure for a moment and cursed: "Bah, a bunch of stinky hooligans. I won't say anything about West signing Barkley, but signing Rodman is really fucked. Look. He...has ruined everything. After this game, the media may still say something about us, but in fact, I am a bad person, I am the best quality person in the league."

"Uh...this...I hope God believes it!"

"Damn, I'm serious, I'm not kidding you. If you look at Dirk Nowitzki, he looks like a good student. But if you look at us, we all have ugly faces. Does any one of us look like a good person?" Li Shengli was full of resentment and lamented the unfairness of life.

The super giant image in other people's homes is all positive, but it's hard to describe it in your own home.

Li Shengli looked at Kobe, who was also on the bench at this moment, and directly pulled him over and said: "Kobe, you should talk to less of them in the future. You know, you and I are the last kind people in Los Angeles. We will hold press conferences from now on." You will say more nice things to me, do you hear me?"

"ah?"

"Ah, what, are we still not brothers anymore?"

"Ah, this... no problem, we are the last good people in Los Angeles!" Kobe shouted, raising his arms and suddenly thought of something, and said: "But Li, I basically won this game, but the next one will Knicks, do we still need to be kind?”