"Hey, Rudy, have you regained your strength?" Li Ming hugged Guy from behind.

"Muddy boy, don't talk nonsense, I'm saving my strength and preparing to make a big show in the second half, okay." Guy covered his face with his hands and buried his face in his arms.

Randolph on the side, panting, wanting to talk but running out of words, just lowered his hand slightly, and put it down again, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Damn, it's really white, it's so white." These blacks usually go out to play, and they always like to wear some fancy clothes, and sometimes you look from behind, like a row of moving hangers, and you can't see anything else at all.

As soon as I entered the locker room, everyone was lying on their backs. George Carr, clapping his palms, gathered the crowd around.

"Kids, you're playing really well, you're working hard, just keep your rhythm like that, okay, I don't have anything to say." Carl slapped his mouth with his hand, a deep yawn.

"Wow grass, is it possible that the coach will go out at night, no, at this age, I'm afraid I can only move my fingers." Li Ming looked at Carl with a wicked smile on his face, and walked over to Guy and Randolph and sat down.

At the end of the day, Carl still has two brushes, he also knows the gap between the team and the home team, and he doesn't want to put too much pressure on the players. Especially at this time.

Life is like this, and sometimes things that you feel are far away are within reach. Sometimes what is otherwise effortless becomes ethereal. At the moment, the score is approaching, which gives his teammates hope, and it would be counterproductive to take a kick at this time.

Win or lose, leave it to these children, the difference in strength is visible to the naked eye, so there is no need to give them extra pressure.

However, some people do not think so, and there is more than one, Randolph and Li Ming are the two most obvious and strong of them.

Of course, there may be some water cooler keepers who can't even get a chance to play on the bench, and most of their subtext is: Damn, I didn't play, and the Nuggets are so lucky!!

Randolph really wants to win, and he is the most contributing, but I have to admit that he was really out of shape today, and it would be forgivable to say that the defensive end consumed too much physical energy, but his performance on the defensive end today was more like a disaster.

Several strikers on the other side took turns to kill the inside line to consume him, his heavy footsteps were almost fixed on the ground, no one prevented, if Guy, Arthur and even Li Ming were on the side to help defend, it was possible to fall behind by 30 points in the first half today.

Not to mention the offensive end, the shots that were close at hand didn't even touch the frame, or when there was no one to defend him, many times he couldn't even squeeze out a soft egg like Gallinari in the basket.

6 points and 4 rebounds in the half is not such a top-level interior statistic, and it is really a bit unacceptable.

"Zach ......," George Karl said and stopped.

"Coach, I see." Randolph knew he was a drag on the team tonight and looked at Karl sincerely, as if to say, "I'll try to get back in the second half." ”

"Zach, you can try that, it's the best way to keep your strength and break down their defense." Li Ming added.

"Oh." Randolph knew that Li Ming wanted him to pull out a high jump shot, the opponent's Faried did not have the ability to shoot, if he was pulled out, in addition to blowing him up on the offensive end, it could also make Conley have a lot more breakthrough opportunities, and he could also save physical strength, killing three birds with one stone.

Arthur is a quiet big boy who barely speaks, and even at this time he just wears headphones silently, always unable to extricate himself from his own world.

However, when he got to the court, he became the person who devoted himself wholeheartedly, card position, rebounding, defending around the front, assisting in defense, all kinds of dirty work, and he was tired of doing it alone. It's the type that coaches and teammates love.

Bayless, on the other hand, was like a curious bird, always staring around the crowd. He has a high ball quotient and never stops learning no matter where he is, taking every opportunity to absorb nutrients.

Even when Conley and the trio were discussing blocking tactics, he would sneak up and eavesdrop, and every now and then Conley would grab his head, take him into his arms and feign a beating.

The atmosphere within the Grizzlies is very harmonious, and no one expected that the team's record in previous years would be like that, and Guy has won a total of 64 games in three years, which is not as many wins as a Bay Area team has won in a year.

After sending off Pau Gasol, the team ushered in fresh blood, the power of the black and white interior combination began to appear, and Conley's strong rise gradually gave the team some shadows of the peak Spurs.

It's no exaggeration to say that the Grizzlies' interior is not afraid of the challenge of any team in the league, and the Grizzlies' weak link is at the point guard position. Until now, there has not been a strong quantile in the strict sense of the word.

It's all thanks to Guy's occasional cameos, but Guy even has to go up to the power forward position in many cases.

Li Ming's luck is good, in the most lacking position of the team, he can show his strength, of course, before this, he is more about accumulating game experience, gaining points, so as to get the strong support of the system father.

Back on the Nuggets' side, Lawson and Miller were talking about something, and Chandler was lying flat on his seat.

Iguodala foamed at the mouth and explained to a couple of rookies about running and getting the ball.

George Carr writes and draws on the tactical board.

"Coach, I think I can stop Zach." Faried was clearly complaining about his playing time.

"Oh, oh, yes, that's good." Wow grass, this Nima foreigner is also a master of tai chi, Carl's series of nods made Faried's heart even more bottomless, but it was inconvenient for him to continue to ask.

Gallinari was disappointed with his performance in the first half, sitting there without saying a word, with Fournier next to him, and perhaps the two internationals could resonate at the moment.

"Gather around, gather around." Iguodala clapped his hands vigorously and stood in front of the tactical board.

'We have to keep putting pressure on them in the second half, don't let up, no team can break us, no team can disrupt our rhythm, our only opponent is ourselves.' As he said the latter sentence, he looked at Lawson on the side.

"Perhaps, we can increase the passing and running at the top of the arc, we can break down the opponent's zone defense, and get more chances for our goalscorers." Chandler added.

"Okay, Guy will leave it to me." Iguodala paid a lot of attention to the youngster, because there was always a good thing in the media to compare him to Guy and say anything about Maddie after Guy and he was the most talented small forward.

Obviously, he was not convinced by this, although he had always been a humble man.

"That No. 7 ...... on the other side" Miller seemed to think of something, but he didn't say anything.

"If the Chinese players have anything to worry about, leave it to me - if you can get a chance to play." Tylawson looked contemptuous.

"I'll rub it." In the lounge next door, Li Ming sneezed, "Dog, someone must be secretly greeting Lao Tzu." ”

Lawson wanted to speak and stopped, "Iguodala, your uncle, I don't want to lose face, Old Man Carl didn't say anything, you say a fart." ”

Lawson's resume in college is impressive, but who isn't here, and even many of the second-round picks are the top three players in the region, scoring as casually as chopping melons and vegetables.

Afralo and Couvers remained silent, and they were the quietest men on the team, even in life. Many times I even feel like they are lonely.

If it weren't for basketball, these little blacks would have no place to live, they could only steal and rob, there was no way, their living environment was like this, so many years, it has not changed, violence, guns, drugs, sexual abuse, any of which will kill them.

Basketball is the only way out of the slums, but how many people can there be?

"Andre......" Karl called Iguodala aside and couldn't hear what was being said, Iguodala just kept nodding.

"Didn't you see it? Scarlett Johansson has come to our arena. I don't know who muttered in the corner.

"Looks like there's still Kid Arthur in the stands."

"Really? Isn't he a 76ers fan? Will you come to watch the game away? ”

"Maybe there are commercial performances, anyway, the girls around him are quite upright." Jordan Hamilton said.

"I said, why don't you kid play well, pay attention to these all day long." Tylawon tossed the towel over, and he had a particularly good relationship with the rookie in private.

"No, you're there, it's already coming out on Twitter, their photos and videos." JODAN HAMILTON BROUGHT THE IPAD TO LAWSON, AND THE CROWD OF IGUODALA HULA ALL GATHERED AROUND.

"It's huge."

"yes, it's big, the necklace is beautiful." Another voice replied.

"Alright, boys, change your clothes and get ready to go." THE ASSISTANT CAME IN AND SEPARATED THE GROUP, AND HE TOOK HIS IPAD AND SAT DOWN.