This game is not easy to play!

Jim Berheim has never underestimated Duke, and in fact no one has ever dared to despise him.

Jim Berheim also planned to take advantage of Parker's injury and Zhang Zifeng to fall into a low ebb and take the opportunity to defeat the chaotic Duke University.

But the reality was still much more than he expected.

Although the game has just begun, Zhang Zifeng is actually hot and menacing today.

Grant was provoked, lost his mind as soon as the game started, and even entangled with Zhang Zifeng vigorously, completely ignoring tactics, and disrupting the offensive and defensive system of Syracuse University.

Jim Burheim was very angry.

Duke's possession, Zhang Zifeng advanced at high speed with the ball, and in the blink of an eye, he was already in the half court of Syracuse University.

"Humph!"

Grant stopped in front of Zhang Zifeng, stared at the ball in the opponent's hand, lowered his center of gravity, and opened his hands. "Don't try to break through from me!"

"Oh, yes. Then you come on, but you can't stop me!"

Zhang Zifeng made a breakthrough, and Grant took a step back.

Zhang Zifeng made a sharp stop, the ball passed under the crotch, and then suddenly pulled out a jumper.

Before Grant could adjust his body, the ball flew in the air.

Before he could look back, he heard the Blue Devils fans shouting, "Grant, thank you, don't defend!" ”

The bastard hit another three-pointer.

“FUCK！ FUCK！ FUCK！ Grant rushed over and picked up the ball and smashed it twice before his anger subsided a little.

Zhang Zifeng didn't want to let the other party go like this, he chased after Grant, looked at him with contempt, and shouted in his ear.

"I scored, see no, I scored!"

Grant's face was gloomy, his eyes were full of fire, and his fists were clenched tightly.

Zhang Zifeng didn't care at all and continued. "You can't stop me, can you? What are you going to do! ”

"You can't do anything, can you!"

"Let's go back and practice again!"

Grant is like an angry lion, ready to rush to bite Zhang Zifeng at any time.

……

In the process of retreating, Zhang Zifeng didn't forget to shake his finger at Grant, with a contemptuous expression that you can't do.

Grant's angry face was contorted and terrifying, and his calm face was as frightening as a volcano about to erupt.

"Taylor, give me the ball!" Grant ran to the front court and ordered in a cold tone.

Ennis, thinking he had misheard, turned to look at Grant.

Grant shouted impatiently, "Give me the ball!" ”

Although Ensny was unhappy with Grant's commanding tone, he thought that he had been teaching Zhang Zifeng a lesson, so he felt a little more comfortable and passed the ball to him.

As soon as he received the ball, Grant didn't think about it, and rushed towards the inside line like a bull.

Zhang Zifeng saw Grant receiving the ball, and when he just sank down, he saw a figure rushing towards him.

I blocked it with my hand, and in an instant I felt as if I had been hit by a big truck.

His hand hurt to death, and the whole person fell to the ground, sliding on the ground for two or three meters before stopping.

Lying on the ground, Zhang Zifeng's first reaction was not to check his wounds, but to think about it.

Lao Tzu got away!

The second reaction was, Lao Tzu sacrificed so much, will that bastard be driven out of the game!

The whistle blows, the offense fouls!

Ball possession at Duke University.

When Zhang Zifeng heard this, he suddenly ignored the faint pain in his arm, jumped up, and shouted at the referee, "Are you joking with me?" Such a foul is just an ordinary offensive foul. Fuck, he was trying to hurt me on purpose. You see, my arm is already red and swollen. You should just give him a T and punish him for playing! ”

The referee didn't care about Zhang Zifeng at all, and squinted at him, "I can see it very clearly, this is an offensive foul." If you interfere with the game again, I don't mind giving you a T! ”

Looking at the referee's expression, Zhang Zifeng knew that it was useless to continue arguing, and turned to leave.

While Grant was just a regular foul, Jim Berheim wasn't prepared to keep him on the floor.

Jim Berheim called a timeout and replaced Grant with Ron Patterson.

Grant sat on the sidelines with a belly full of anger, looking coldly at Zhang Zifeng, who continued to stay on the field, with a cold face.

Jim Berheim looked at the situation on the field and said to Grant, "You need to be calm, not to be provoked by the other party and then burst into a rage and have no thinking at all." If you continue to behave like this, you'll be the laughing stock of the whole country after tonight. And that bastard could be touted again by those scouts, maybe just squeezing you out and getting into the NBA. Think for yourself, I'll let you play again when you're calm. ”

Hearing the head coach's shouting, Grant's irritable mood finally calmed down.

Looking at Zhang Zifeng, who continued to play well on the court, Grant removed the towel on his head.

He walked up to head coach Jim Berheim and said, "Coach, let me play!" ”

Jim Burheim's eyes were on Grant, "You're going to play!" ”

"Yes, the team needs me now!" Grant said calmly.

"I want a calm Grant!" Jim Burheim looked at the court.

"I have calmed down now, I will concentrate on guarding that Chinese, and I will not be provoked by him again!" Grant also looked at the court and at Zhang Zifeng.

Jim Berheim turned to look at Grant and said, "Go on, remember what you said!" ”

"Hmm!" Grant waited at the technical desk for a substitution.

Grant up, Ron Patterson down.

"Hey, you're playing again, are you here to prove you're a piece of trash? I still want to say that I won't get a point, just your level, forget it, it's ugly again! Zhang Zifeng continued to spray Grant with trash talk, wanting to provoke him again.

Hearing Zhang Zifeng's provocation, Grant didn't get angry and just snorted. "You're such a nasty fly, a bastard!"

Seeing that Grant was completely unaffected by his trash talk, Zhang Zifeng didn't care.

Originally, trash talk was used to disrupt the opponent and provoke the opponent.

It is best to succeed, and Lao Tzu has nothing to lose if he does not succeed.

On the contrary, he kept talking about spraying people, and he was in a very good mood.