"Isn't it good to be alive?"

The Black Mamba turned his head sideways, his death glare instantly locked onto the clever Bynum. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Bynum realized that he had lost his words again.

"I think he may need to train more. The great god told Garivetti, the chief trainer and chief team doctor opposite.

Gary Sr. nodded: "After the game, he has to stay and practice the speed of the switchback run, and he has no presence when he counterattacks quickly." ”

Old Gary had a smatter-of-facted expression.

Andrew Bynum looked at Luke Wharton with a bitter melon face.

Luke Wharton inherited the fine bloodlines of his father, Bill Wharton, he has always fanned the flames, never put out fires, and he doesn't want to touch the bad head of the Black Mamba.

However, it is the little tiger that looks even more terrifying now. Even as he sat there without saying a word, the entire locker room was filled with low pressure.

"Dallasians should die. ”

Coach Winter muttered softly.

Drip!

The second half of the game started quickly. Because of the 'spit show' at halftime, Stamps's cheerful atmosphere is still fermenting.

Thankfully, the TV station broadcast an ad during the intermission.

However, Charles Barkley and Kenny Smith have begun to discuss the matter with relish, which has a lot of anticipation for TV viewers who missed the halftime drama to expect the post-game video to be released.

"So..."

The jet controls the basketball, and he leisurely spews trash talk at the little tiger: "Is fake pregnancy popular in your entertainment industry now?"

He didn't notice the grim expression on the little tiger's face, and he didn't feel the crazy anger behind the coldness. He'd said so much trash talk in his life that he thought it was a very common one.

But the next second.

The little tiger had already pounced fiercely, and it was completely in a desperate posture to rush and grab.

The Jet subconsciously panicked, he quickly collected the ball, he held the ball in his arms, ready to find the opportunity to pass quickly to his teammates.

However... Bang!

The little tiger actually picked up his right fist and smashed it on the basketball in his arms, and suddenly his chest was shocked, and his entire upper body was a little numb. And the basketball fell heavily under his crotch, just when he felt Liang Shuo subconsciously tighten his thighs for fear that the basketball that bounced back violently hit the egg, snap!

The little tiger's left palm snatched the basketball away, and sped up the speed to speed and gallop forward at lightning speed.

Stackhouse tried to catch up, but, before he could reach half-time, he gave up. Because the distance is getting farther and farther...... The little tiger is exactly like a beast roaring from the top of a mountain.

"He was furious. Phil Jackson said.

He was thoughtful.

That's when it happened.

Swish!

The sound of a basketball falling to the net shattered his thoughts.

His face was full of shock.

Winter on the side also had an incredible expression: "Unexpectedly... It turned out to be a layup?"

The little tiger was so angry that he still restrained his emotions. Instead of smashing the basket in a cathartic rage, he gently and skillfully put the basketball into the basket.

"It's horrible!"

Phil Jackson exclaimed.

He's seen many superstars in his life, but it's really rare for someone to be so cold. Even if the mood was still collapsing in the last second, the next second he could calmly put the basketball into the basket in the most energy-saving way.

"He's Michael Jordan. ”

He couldn't help but muttered in his heart.

Kobe Bryant is a person who has inherited the god of basketball in terms of technology, and has learned seventy or eighty percent spiritually, and his willpower and tenacious desire to win are even surpassed. But the Zen master always felt that something was missing. Now, with this layup from Little Tiger, he understands. The slightest hint of difference is 'restraint' and 'calmness'.

The jets hurriedly ran to the front court and re-served. Then, take control of the basketball and return to the half court.

As soon as he landed, the little tiger pounced frantically again.

He hurriedly passed the ball to Stackhouse, and then ran quickly, and the little tiger chased after him, as if it was consumed with him.

"Does that guy have a grudge against Number 31?"

Mrs. Black turned her head to old Black and asked.

It was the first time she had talked about basketball tonight.

Old Blake quickly sat up, and he felt that it was necessary to take this opportunity to talk to the menopausal woman about basketball rules: "The point guards of their two teams are in a counterpoint relationship. In the previous games, the two have won and lost each other. Our tiger cubs dominated the first three games, kicking them to the edge of a cliff with two shutouts. In the last two games, No. 31 has relied on the strength of his teammates and the little tiger to appear more in the No. 2 position, so he is a little unscrupulous. Just as he did in the first verse, arrogant. But Tiger was back in the No. 1 position tonight and he struggled. This is the second time that Little Tiger has snatched the basketball directly from him. ”

"And who's better?"

Mrs. Black asked.

Women don't always have much interest in rules, they just want to get simple and crude answers or conclusions.

When she asked about this, she faintly expected Little Tiger to be stronger in her heart.

"It's hard to say. ”

Old Black spread his hands: "If you look at it from a scoring point of view, Jason Terry will be a little stronger. But with organization and breakthroughs, our little tiger is more lethal. The ability to play left and right, the little tiger is also stronger. ”

Mrs. Black pouted: "I can't even kill a guy like No. 31, what qualifications do you have to go to my daughter?"

She still had a haughty look.

Old Blake smelled a hint of sensationalism.

While the two were talking, the game was going on anxiously.

The Tiger Cub was in control of Jason Terry on the defensive end, and he pounced like a tiger on the jets, making it difficult for the jets to get into the runway and take off.

The shackling of the Jets had some impact on the Mavericks' tactical system, but the German tanks and Josh Howard supported the offensive end.

This makes the Lakers' comeback mission extremely difficult. Especially when Kobe Bryant's hand isn't particularly hot.

Thankfully, Tiger's threading lead activated Kwame Brown and Radmanovic.

The two sides fought extremely anxiously.

With three minutes left in the third quarter.

71：73。

The Lakers, playing at home, are 2 points ahead.

Iron General Johnson was furious and suspended the game.

He called all the players to the bench.

He was extremely dissatisfied with the situation in front of him.

"Little Tiger scored just nine points tonight, and Kobe Bryant has not scored for five minutes in a row. But we were still two points behind. What the hell are you doing? What about your aggressiveness, what about defense? You're throwing too many easy-balls. ”

"It's a playoff game, and if we lose it, we're going to have to go fishing. Our regular-season championship will be permanently nailed to the Pillar of Shame with the Lakers' dark horse miracle. Do you want to make that kind of history?"

"Get out your tough elbows, it's time for the Angelenos to get a taste of the bloody taste of the playoffs. ”

"I don't want to see the little tiger break into the restricted area with impunity. ”

Johnson slapped the tactical board and roared loudly.

In the end, even the tactical board was thrown aside.

He knows that tactics are useless, and the only useful thing now is to hit hard, make the opponent scared with a tough style, and make the opponent dare not shoot.

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- (To be continued.) )