Chapter 20 The Beast Belongs to Memphis

"Are you guys playing basketball? Look at the scoreline, you were leading by double digits before, but now? It's only been three minutes, and you've left the margin of one point. You're up against the Grizzlies, a Grizzlies team without Pau Gasol, Sean Battier, and Hubby Brown! ”

The team's poor performance on the court made Timberwolves head coach Rambis angry.

After ten years as an assistant coach with the Lakers, Rambis has always been considered the successor to Phil Jackson, but that fake monk has never retreated, and now he has taken over the courage of the Timberwolves, and if the team's performance this season does not satisfy Minnesota fans, then he will be ironclad.

This game is not only Li Feng's first game, but also the first game that Rambis coaches as a head coach.

Against the Grizzlies, Rambis is determined to win.

However, the result was a big surprise, and the feeling that the situation was out of his control made Rambis very irritated, so he took advantage of the timeout to lash out at his players.

There are two types of NBA-style swearing.

A kind of scolding that can make the team instantly increase its combat effectiveness and make the players feel ashamed and embarrassed has risen to the level of art. The other can directly scold the team into hell and make the players collapse, and the lethality is greater than the first one.

Rambis's scolding clearly falls into the latter category.

Being scolded by him like this, the Timberwolves showed even more laziness on the court, and except for Jefferson, who was eager to perform, everyone else seemed to only think about mixing up the rest of the game. This shows how unpopular Rambis is in this team.

On the pitch, it's almost impossible to block a player, all you can do is defend him as much as you can.

After severing the link between the Timberwolves and Jefferson several times, the ball finally bypassed Li Feng's defense and hoisted into Jefferson's hands. The feeling of starting the basketball made Jefferson, who had not touched the ball for a long time, feel a feeling of tears.

The situation of the game is irreversible, but Jefferson needs a way to vent all his previous frustration through this rare opportunity.

Slam dunk! At this time, Jefferson only had this thought on his mind.

With a loud roar, his feet slammed to the ground, and Jefferson, holding the ball in both hands, tried to complete the attack with a two-handed slam dunk. But as soon as they jumped together, Jefferson found that his rising body was falling rapidly under the action of a brute force, until the whole person fell to the ground.

"Fouled!!"

The thought immediately crossed Jefferson's mind, and just as he had thought, the referee's whistle finally blew for him.

Turning his head again, Jefferson saw that the guy standing on the other side of him was holding his right hand high, looking innocent. That hateful look was so inflated, and what made Jefferson even more annoyed was that this guy was the damn zero of the Grizzlies.

I haven't been comfortable since this guy came on the field.

"Mr. Referee, I think it should be a boundary ball, and I fouled that guy before he could make a shot, and until now, he didn't make any shots."

Li Feng walked to the referee with a smile and said to the referee in a consultative tone.

If Jefferson heard Li Feng's words, he would definitely be so angry that he vomited blood.

Isn't it, being held by Li Feng with such a wrestling-style action, it is strange that he can make a shooting action.

Maybe it's Li Feng's appearance that makes the referee look good, or maybe Jefferson gave the referee too bad an impression before. …,

Li Feng's action, which was close to a technical foul, only won the Timberwolves a chance to take a throw-in in the end.

Poor Jefferson, poor Timberwolves.

"Are your eyes full of shit? Such a foul is only awarded a throw-in, ** collect black money? ”

Jefferson was also furious, angered by the referee's apparently tendentious decision.

Although he has been on the bench in Boston for several years, since coming to the Timberwolves, Jefferson has been more or less taken care of by the referees during the game, and this 'care' has even made Jefferson habitual.

And now, falling from heaven to hell, Jefferson's emotions exploded.

"What is he doing with this idiot?"

When Jefferson's scolding reached his ears, Rambis covered his forehead with his hand in disappointment, and Rambis, who has been in the NBA for so many years, knew very well what the consequences of Jefferson's move would be for himself.

If it were possible, Rambis would have really wanted to go out on the pitch and shut Jefferson's damn mouth, but there weren't that many ifs in this world, so Rambis simply gave up sitting in the dugout and watched what was going to happen on the pitch with an indifferent eye.

And just as he expected, how could the high-ranking referees tolerate Jefferson's words, and just five minutes later, Jefferson's second technical foul was inflicted on him.

Jefferson, who was fouled twice for his skills, had to leave the court, the stage that should have belonged to him.

What does Jefferson's fate mean?

Just look at the rebounding numbers of the Grizzlies and Timberwolves. Thirty-twenty-two, the game was not over, and the Grizzlies had already grabbed nine more balls than their opponents, and among them, the offensive rebounds were far ahead by 8-1.

Li Feng and Marc Gasol are like two tireless machines, taking rebounds into their pockets again and again.

At this point, there is no suspense in the game, and the only remaining question is how many points the Grizzlies can win against their opponents.

Rambis, staring blankly at his dugout, seemed to cast a shadow over his coaching career this year.

Will you still be in the same position after this season? Rambis couldn't bear to think about the answer to the question.

Everyone's success comes on the shoulders of others. And this time, Rambis has clearly become a stepping stone for Hollins. The victory after five consecutive defeats was precious, and Hollins had mixed feelings.

Looking at Li Feng, who grabbed a frontcourt rebound again, Hollins told himself in his heart:

It was this Chinese kid who was called the "parallel trade list" by many people, who used his defense to pull the team back from the edge of the cliff.

Suppose someone asks Hollins at this point, "What is your biggest takeaway from this game?" ”

Then Hollins will certainly answer him without hesitation:

"I'm lucky that this beast belongs to Memphis."

"Why do I feel a sense of déjà vu? Maybe he has that guy's unique smell on him! I don't think Memphis necessarily can recognize the importance of this guy, but fortunately, God willing, their general manager is Chris Wallace, and the idiot who can sell Pau Gasol must be able to sell this Chinese kid. ”

Li Feng's performance evoked memories of Timberwolves coach Rambis, and Rambis couldn't help but pay attention to the young man, who always had a sense of déjà vu.