In the final 40 seconds, neither side could get a better chance in the muscle strangulation, and the final score of the third quarter also stayed at 81-72.

"Hey, as a rookie, you're playing well." Tony Allen walked over and stretched out his right fist.

"You're not bad either, B

o!” Li Ming had a fist with him.

Guy slumped in his chair and snorted at him, he was too tired to speak. Yes, the grappling with Griffin consumed most of his physical strength.

Coach Hollins would often pull Guy out of the small lineup to misposition the opposing No.4 player, and Guy's footwork and long arm advantage would show. On the offensive end, it can also consume the opponent to the greatest extent.

Looking at the Clippers' bench again, Rivers brought the players together and said something. The cameras at the scene didn't pick up the sound clearly, but you could feel his hoarse roar.

Paul pulled Randy Foyeer aside and made various gestures that seemed to be teaching him some defensive tricks.

Randy Ferje nodded resignedly, looking up from time to time to meet Paul's eye in a timely gesture of approval for the other man's tactics.

"Hehe, I actually started a small stove." Li Ming shook his head, in fact, the line in his heart was: "No one can stop Lao Tzu." ”

The final quarter of the game began with the referee's whistle, with Paul and Conley both sitting on the sidelines, with neither side fielding their own ace guards.

Usually at times like this, they will be given enough time to rest and then come on the court in the last seven minutes or so. That's when the two bench defenders wrestle.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of going to Griffin at first, Hollins also took down Randolph to give the big black bear a chance to breathe. He is the key on the court, and with him you can enrich the style of play and disrupt the rhythm of the opponent.

"It's time to perform, and if you don't behave again, there's no chance." Li Ming served quickly, quickly inserted into the opponent's half, and reached for the ball.

Tony Allen played a simple block with him and pulled the side, and Li Ming turned around and wiped it under the basket and dribbled a shot.

The Grizzlies' two bench interior lines jumped up and blocked at the same time, Li Ming hit the ground with his back, Arthur at the top of the arc quickly rushed into the three-second zone, and a powerful slam dunk kicked off the counterattack.

"Take his left hand, go his left hand." Rivers on the sidelines roared loudly at Randy Ferye.

Obviously, he saw that Li Ming, who was opposite him, turned slowly on the left side.

"Damn, this Nima can see it. Don't you know if I'm blessed by the system? It's all right! ”

Li Ming stood at the top of the arc in advance, vacated the left side, slapped the floor hard, and made provocative gestures.

It's just that he didn't have much time to perform or prove, and he was forced to take the ball away by Crawford, the king of the kings on the side.

Taking advantage of Paul's and Griffin's absence is the best time for him to brush up points. He doesn't care what tactics you don't have or not. There's only one thing on my mind: "Score!" Score! Score! ”

"Arthur is too young to stop Jamal." Barkley said worriedly. This would have hoped that the Grizzlies would hold on to these crucial rounds, or at least not collapse so quickly.

"yes, Jamal is like a skinny bamboo pole, drilling around." O'Neill added.

I saw Crawford leaning over beautifully, his left hand seemed to be injected with soul, a power, flawless dribble at an angle, the basketball was on the left, Crawford was on the right, and he brushed past Arthur who came to block and ran straight to the basket.

"He's going to detain it, he's going to detain it." Barkley exclaimed, and the person just now was like a god descending from heaven, and won the applause of the audience.

"No, it's not over yet." O'Neill stared at Li Ming, who was running back.

Li Ming guessed such a result when Arthur first faced Crawford, so he rushed to make up for it as soon as possible.

Originally, the ball would have been over as long as Crawford dunked it. For some reason, he stuck out his tongue in the air and suddenly switched the ball to his right hand to make a perfect pick-and-roll move.

"Damn, you think you're Jordan, why don't you drop and pick the basket." Li Ming felt a burst of disdain in his heart.

Of course, it also gave him time to catch up.

{System Defensive Match: 76.} The familiar voice in the subconscious sounded again.

"That's enough!!" Li Ming smiled cheaply, and gave force violently, almost touching the basketball at the same time as Crawford's shot, and the direction of the ball changed and flew out of the court.

"Tell you to pretend. This is my house!!” Li Ming glared at Crawford viciously when he landed, and screamed again and again.

The audience could clearly see the saliva sprayed on Crawford's face through the large screen overhead......

The applause lasted for a long time, and the ball was not just a matter of morale, but also like a coach showing his attitude.

The camera cuts to Hollins, and this 10,000-year-old ice face actually squeezes out a smiling face. It seems that Li Ming has gained a lot of time to play in the future.

"Damn, this was never your home field." The same voice rang out at the same time in the hearts of Conley and Guy, who were sitting in the same room. They were obviously robbed of a lot of scenes by Li Ming tonight.

The Grizzlies' offense went awry in the next few rounds, with a lot of inexplicable turnovers ruining back-to-back scoring opportunities.

Fortunately, everyone was infected by Li Ming on the defensive end, so the score difference did not further expand.

With six and a half minutes left in the game, there was an official timeout.

"Good fight." Paul stepped forward to high-five his teammates, and in those few minutes he earned a precious break.

Li Ming walked over to the empty seat next to Guy and sat down, gulping down the water, his body barely depleted, just feeling thirsty.

"It seems that this defensive card is really not covered. I don't see the problem of overdraft at all. ”

Hollins on the side also felt his abundant physical strength, showing an admiring look.

In fact, even if he consumes a lot, there is no way, he is not ready to use him as a star at all, maybe his defensive attitude really impresses him.

However, as long as Conley is still sitting off the court, he will never be the first choice, ever. This is a very real problem. Li Ming still has a long way to go.

The whistle blows, and the game is draped. Conley lifted his arm guard and strode into the center of the arena, cheering from the crowd. They know very well that to win the game, one Li Ming is not enough.

The opponent's strength is above him, and Conley is the key to determining how long this train can run.

Randolph didn't show any expression, just shook his head and ran all the way to the opponent's basket to stand still.

Guy was fast, Conley took the ball, and Paul led the defense.

Conley stood at the top of the arc, Randolph lifted it, blocked and went down, Griffin was taken away, Conley calmly passed to Guy on the other side, Guy took the ball without stopping, a cold shot, a perfect arc.

Perhaps because of sitting off the court for a long time, the muscles were still relaxed, and the ball bounced out after a circle, and just as Griffin and Randolph were winding under the basket, a white shadow whistled by.

“Slam duck!!” 89 to 84.

"Wow, did you see that? Sark? Did you see that? The game was almost over, but his movements were as nimble as if they had just begun. ”

Li Ming didn't celebrate when he landed, and ran back, directing his teammates to settle down while running.

"Uh......" Conley thought about thirteen thousand grass and mud horses galloping past again. This time, though, he was smiling. He began to have a good impression of this arrogant Chinese player.

"A good defensive attitude is the beginning of a win." O'Neill kept repeating the phrase. The audience began singing "Memphis Nights," the song of the local black people, who are home to more than half of Tennessee and often sing it to motivate the players in traditional football and basketball games.

Paul slowly carried the ball past midfield amid deafening cheers, clearly thinking about what to do in his head, and he didn't want the opponent's home side to take off.

"Gotta figure figure it out." Paul clenched his lip and landed a one-handed blow to the unguarded Griffin, who dribbled twice and then passed to Crawford on the outside.

"He can't shoot, and he can't pass." Li Ming once again gave up on Randy Foye in front of him, squeezed away from Griffin's cover, stretched out his right hand, and jumped high.

Obviously, Crawford was also frightened by the sudden flying white shadow, "When did this kid come over?" "Thousands of question marks popped up in his head, and the ball went off course.