"Damn! Damn it! Sprewell punched the bench on the bench and tossed aside the towel the caddie had handed him.

"WOW~ Look at this quality." The magician, of course, didn't miss this opportunity to go crazy on TV and hack Sprewell.

"There is a problem, the game is still going on. There are quite a few young kids watching this game, and if they are influenced by Sprewell, then it must be very bad. ”

Sprewell was in a hurry, and the game was going very differently than he expected!

Why is this happening!

That's right, it's all my teammates who don't pass the ball!

It's all because the coach didn't design tactics for me!

You're all targeting me!

The psychology of people like Sprewell is always a problem of finding others, and they are completely unaware of the fundamental gap in strength between him and Kobe.

After Kobe's physical fitness caught up, he played this kind of second-tier All-Star, which is to slaughter pigs!

Have the guts to defend alone?

Then I'll knock you through!

Kobe Bryant has that ability now!

Rick Adelman continued to sigh from the sidelines, he didn't know how many times he sighed this season, and it felt like half a year had used up half of his life's sighs.

Rick Adelman has come to feel that basketball is not the coach who decides everything, but the players who really dominate the game.

The coach should be the assistant to the player, not the master of the player.

When Rick Adelman has this mentality, so he can tolerate Sprewell's presumptuousness.

But that's the end of it.

Adelman doesn't think he'll continue to work with Golden State.

Everything at the moment is just a job, and it is not at all what Adelman wants basketball to look like.

Adelman's ideal basketball is one in which everyone is selfless, and even the stars are willing to serve as a wedding dress to integrate the team's offense into a whole.

Everybody can attack, everybody can pass the ball, and the offensive range covers three points.

That's the system Adelman wants.

And these are not available to the Golden State Warriors at all.

Leave, yes.

But when the pastor recites the Sutra one day.

In his first day on the job, Adelman dedicates himself to the team.

"Adjust your defensive tactics and pack Kobe!" Adelman spoke.

He was mentally prepared to resign after the game if Sprewell continued to defy his tactical set-up.

This time, Sprewell lowered his head and did not refuse.

The bench line-ups of both sides battled it out, and the score gap continued to widen with successive scores from Horry and Van Exel.

Adelman didn't let the starters rest for long and immediately put them back on the pitch.

Still resting?

You don't have to play after resting!

Sprewell took advantage of Kobe Bryant's absence to play, and continued to break through and score from mid-range, which made people clearly aware of it.

It's not a Sprewell dish! It's that Kobe's offense and defense are too powerful!

Blow you up on the offensive end!

Defending also makes it impossible for you to score!

Murder and heartbreaking!

Kobe Bryant crossed his arms and sat firmly on the bench. Confident, he wasn't worried about Sprewell catching up on the score.

Let's chase! Chase it all your heart!

Kobe Bryant was worried that the game would go into garbage time too early, but seeing Sprewell so cooperative, he couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

The closer the score! The more anxious the game! Kobe Bryant will be able to score more points!

It's like a brutal hunt by the Black Mamba!

I'll take a bite of you! Infused with deadly venom.

Then let go! Let you escape! Makes you struggle!

All your efforts will only make the venom spread faster!

Finally, catch up with the prey gracefully and enjoy your own feast.

Sprewell was the prey, but he didn't know it.

When Kobe Bryant came on the court in the second quarter, the Lakers were chasing points, and their somewhat flustered momentum stabilized.

The current score is 36:41 for the Warriors and Lakers, and the lead is only five points.

"Oh? Started to wrap up? After Bryant had the ball, he found BJ Armstrong in front of him.

The Warriors' three perimeter lines, BJ Armstrong, Latrill Sprewell, Chris Mullin.

The 34-year-old white small forward, of course, can't keep up with Kobe's pace and confrontation, and Adelman won't make this kind of mistake and let Mullin defend Kobe.

So the candidate for the bag is the 1.88-meter point guard - BJ Armstrong, the point guard of the Bulls' first three-in-a-row championship.

He's just turned 30 and is at the end of his prime as a short point guard. This season, he averaged 12.3 points, 2.2 rebounds and 4.9 assists per game.

But his height is 10 centimeters worse than Kobe! Speed doesn't prevail either!

Kobe Bryant has long analyzed how to break the bag clamp of BJ Armstrong and Latril Sprewell!

"Little fish! Your chance to farm assists has arrived! Bryant hit the ball and gave it to Fisher at the top of the arc.

"Brush assists? But I don't have a defender in front of me. Fisher was a little confused, not understanding what Kobe Bryant meant.

Kobe Bryant cut immediately after passing!

Running without the ball!

Shake off Sprewell with speed!

Eat BJ Armstrong with height!

That's what Kobe Bryant was going to do!

Running wildly back and forth around the half-court! Running out of the three-point line in the end, Sprewell fell behind, and he was hung up by Campbell's cover, two positions behind the running Kobe Bryant and Armstrong.

"Biography!" Kobe shouted, and Fisher, who dribbled at the top of the arc and was ignored, had a very wide field of vision, and passed the ball to Kobe Bryant as soon as possible.

Three-point shot!

A three-pointer with a slight backss makes BJ Armstrong unable to defend at all!

Not to mention the height suppression, Kobe's bounce and backward shooting posture made BJ Armstrong unable to start.

"Don't try to get in!" Like a mad bison, Sprewell rushed over.

It's going to be a black hand!

"Oops!" O'Neill shouted.

"Be careful!" Chris Mullin reminded.

And Bruce Bowen, who was recuperating at home, was also panicked! As the King of Blackfoot, he knew that Sprewell had a very good opportunity.

Kobe Bryant is letting his guard down by getting away from the defense!

Jump high and lose your body adjustment ability!

There is a position gap, which is convenient to exert force!

This is the time! It's perfect.

And Kobe, who was in the air, was not in a hurry and completed the shot first.

Keep your feet open for maximum stability on the ground.

Then he adjusted the position of the elbow of his right hand and smashed it down hard.

And at this time, Sprewell happened to rush over.

In Sprewell's eyes, an elbow grows bigger and bigger.

"Smack." The sound of an egg breaking sounded.

"Ahh Kobe Bryant pretended to scream and was knocked away by Sprewell, but in fact, he had already controlled the center of gravity of his body and used his hips to unload perfectly.

"Ahh Ahh The scream was real, and Sprewell fell to the ground, covering his mouth and nose, blood oozing from his hands.

It was as if a dye factory had been opened on his face, red, white and black, and the scene was very bloody.

"Toot! Technical fouls! Tiff Javey blew the T and pointed at Sprewell, who had fallen to the ground.

The action just now is clear, and it is obvious that a dangerous malicious foul will occur!

And Tiff Javi, who was told by the leader before the game, was terrified at that moment, if Kobe Bryant was injured, he was afraid that he would be in big trouble.

"Security! Eject Sprewell from the game! Ignoring Sprewell's bleeding mouth and nose, Tiff Javey had the troublemaker carried out.