Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 212 Survival in a desperate situation!

Amal's heart, everyone knows...

Where does he want to go?New York?Los Angeles?
Anyway, as a person who is not so keen on champions and doesn’t like spending time and drinking, he can go wherever he likes. No one knows what purpose he is playing with, just like no one knows why squirrels love to accumulate pine cones so much...

A few years ago, when he saw Dayao, who entered the NBA in the same year, he would hold his breath, and then he would do what he should do...

In his life, except for the first half of his rookie season when he played "abnormally" and played a league-average defense in order to win, he was emotionally stable the rest of the time, and he always paid attention to maintaining his transparent identity of not being too demanding about victory.

Ron once suspected that he was the most profound Taoist teacher in North America, otherwise it would be impossible to understand the principle of "nothing" so thoroughly and proficiently.

The data keeps rising, but the ambition does not rise...

I laughed to the sky, and I went to sleep after laughing...

Well, it's the contract year again, I'll give it another go...

"I don't play basketball for championships, I play for money..." Amare Stoudemire said.

Are these words close to the madman Sprewell's "breadwinner theory"?
But at this moment, he is dissatisfied with his playing time and statistics...

It's only 8 points, but I still need to get 20 points, let's all be poor and happy together!

The two hit it off, and he was also willing to present his chrysanthemum to the people of Phoenix...

champion?Fuck me!
This is the truest and most apt portrayal of Stoudemire - the man without desires...

People with few desires tend to reach the pinnacle of a certain industry, and Stoudemire, who is now in battle again, almost reversed the defeat of the entire Sun by himself...

Scoring points, desperately scoring points, desperately scoring points, of course, he is only doing it for his own good-looking statistics, basically nothing to do with victory...

With a side step and a mid-range shot, the Overlord makes a hard bow...

Pick and roll with Nash, stop and fall back in the middle of the action...

Offensive rebound, push once and miss, grab again, miss again, fly straight up and dunk Chandler with blood on top of Chandler's head...

Time and time again, he sent the ball into the opponent's goal with great precision, ignored the hands handed over by his teammates again and again, just performing a full set of hat-tricks, beating his chest and roaring...

No one knows what he is thinking in his heart, maybe he is only thinking about how many balls are left before the stats to be brushed tonight...

"Come on, go ahead..." he just said to Nash.

But a simple data brush is not enough to kill the Rockets...

Because the opponent is scoring points uninterruptedly, because he is basically defenseless, and it makes the Rockets players feel more comfortable than the rookie Lopez...

Both sides you come and I go, the score rises alternately...

Ron knew that this person was full of arrogance this year. Not only did he set the best season score in his career many times, but the inside land he passed, within a radius of ten miles, there were no birds and beasts, and no grass grew.

Unfortunately, none of this has anything to do with defense. He himself may be the player with the widest gap between physical fitness and defensive standards in league history.

谁也无法解释，他的防守为什么差得那么离谱。看看他的数据吧，防守篮板场均6。1个，比凯文-杜兰特还少0。3个；盖帽场均0。9个，比詹皇还少0。1个。

Under his leadership, the Suns interior has long been one of the league's most popular drop zones, a place where anyone can drop a few tons of bombs and return comfortably.He also always has a friendly attitude of "my door is always open, and I am waiting for you with open arms", welcoming guests and friends from all over the world, and accepting guests from all directions with a smile.

But having said that, if this person even improves defense, will the MVPs of Kobe, LeBron and others still have something to play?
So when Chandler committed 5 fouls, the Australian big bamboo pole David Anderson was left on the court by Mr. Adelman with peace of mind. No one present felt that there was anything wrong.

He was also very upbeat and not intimidated by Stoudemire's fierce eyes. He made precise mid-range shots one after another and added awkward layups, adding to the Rockets...

At this point in the game, I was ashamed, but Lowry used a steal to regain the initiative in the game and went to the inside of the Suns, but was blocked by Nash with "sincerity" (no way, I can only stand up and talk about the determination of defense...), but it attracted black voices from ESPN experts.

"There is no doubt that this is the MVP with the most transparent defense in history. Whether it is close confrontation, horizontal coverage or vertical blocking, it is too weak."

"The only thing worthy of praise is his nimble and fast footwork. Unfortunately, his basketball talent seems to be given to the offense. The defensive prediction in 1v1 is ridiculously poor. Any fake move or change of direction can completely offset his speed advantage."

Why not black Stoudemire?Could it be that he can put the ball in the basket again and again on the offensive end?
It is obviously different from Stoudemire. One is not willing to do it because of conditions, and the other is willing to do it but has no conditions.

In fact, Nash's defensive attitude is actually very good. When he really couldn't keep an eye on anyone, he even found another way, standing at the basket time and time again in an attempt to make offensive fouls by those muscular sticks and flying monsters.

Every time he saw his thin body being hit by a big lump of flesh and flew up, Ron was heartbroken and wanted to say loudly to the whole world: "Brother Floating Hair actually has a very good attitude, don't hate him!"

Stoudemire turned on his overlord mode again, forcibly squeezed into the inside of the Rockets for a foul, made 2 free throws, and tied the score at 110.

Chandler led the six criminals to explain, touched the referee's ass with a smile, and finally shook his head and walked to the bench speechlessly...

The last 32 seconds, All-Star Show-time!
We all know that at any time in the past, it is more reliable to give the ball to the inside than the outside player...

Except for this breathless decisive moment...

Under the noise of "Defence" in the audience, Mayo waited for time to pass...

On his left is Dragic, who has made 8 of 5 three-pointers and can be called the murderer of his old master; on his right is Lowry who leads Nash to run around endlessly...

David Anderson, covering Ariza and running to the corner, everyone knows it's just a feint...

coming!

In front of the "best" defender of the Suns, Grant Hill slightly lowered his body, because he knew that when a tall person defends a player shorter than himself, he must lower his center of gravity, otherwise he will easily fall over him...

Cross-over!Coupled with windmill-style shaking from side to side, a strong breakthrough!

"It's so fast!" Hill screamed badly, outflanking the back row desperately, but suddenly, Mayo grounded the ball and pulled the ball, took a step back, and had already watched Hill slam his head into the inside...

There is already a flat river in front of him, and Mayo only has the basket in his eyes...

— Ankle Terminator!
He is like MJ, shaking down the successor who was called MJ when he was young...

All the audience were shocked, and watched him hit the shot, hollow into the frame!
Just leave 7 seconds for the sun!
7 seconds!
"That's right, stick to Stoudemire, he won't pass... He will defend it with his life!" said the old man when setting up the defensive system.

Ironically, although the Rockets were not good at the final defense, the Suns' intentions were too obvious. Besides Stoudemire, who made 7 of 7 shots in the previous few minutes, who else could it be?
Unless Gently is Bobo, gamble with a three-pointer to kill the Rockets, but even if he is willing to gamble, the ball will always go through Stoudemire's hands, but...

That selfish guy, that guy who brushes data, that carefree guy, will he pass it on?
Will it?won't it?Will it?won't it?When the audience couldn't guess the result like breaking the petals, Stoudemire was already rushing towards the Rockets restricted area with a pack of explosives...

In front of him was the defensive combination of Hayes and Scola, and he still raised his hand without looking back...

"The idiot!" Steve Kerr said.

Of course, everyone in the Suns management who had been at odds with Stoudemire for many years knew what he would do, but suddenly, when he looked back and smiled and sent the ball back to the center line, and Nash was unguarded, even Ron stood up and almost passed out...

This trick is similar to the "good Chinese teammate" pass, which directly gave Nash the opportunity to shoot from outside the three-point line...

Desperate Chance...

Stoudemire, who pretended to be "I'm an asshole" for the entire game, unexpectedly turned his back on the prodigal son at the last moment...

This undoubtedly made all the audience, experts, and players fall into the eye!
Yes, in that position, Nash has staged many lore, and it's Nash again!

No doubt!

At the end of the game, the lights came on and the ball was still flying in the sky...

"Three!" Amidst the jubilant cheers of the audience, the ball...

Hit hard on the front...

Fly off the bottom line...

"OH! MY-GOD!"

Almost everyone held their heads and almost cried out in disbelief. Even the Suns players who had almost rushed from the bench looked up to the sky and sighed helplessly...

The rest of the Houston players who survived the desperation looked at me and I looked at you with unbelievable expressions...

"Won?"

"Yes, I won!"

"Damn it, I'm going! I'm scared to death!" Nick Young and Chandler almost had a heart attack from the fright...

Only the dumbfounded Nash looked at the ball flying to the bottom line seriously, and then apologized and smiled awkwardly at the helpless Stoudemire...

"Hey, good pass!" He suddenly laughed even more heartily, pointed at Stoudemire and ran over, giving him a high five...

"Hey, that's it, this is our basketball, let's run happily together in the future!"

Something is wrong, how could this goal not be scored?Ron is obviously already entangled in this... There is no joy of victory at all...

No matter from the parabolic arc, the timing of the shot, or the way of rotation, the ball is perfect. As long as the force is appropriate, it must be scored...

And how?He didn't think that Nash Sr. didn't even have the energy to shoot a three-pointer at the last moment.

He looked at Nash, who also looked at himself.

Nash nodded to him, still with a frivolous smile on his lips, humming a little tune, and walked into the locker room...

...

At the media press conference after the game, Stoudemire rarely appeared on the scene.

"Yes, the last ball was really frustrating...but I played like a hunchback before, no doubt about it." He frowned and threw: "What, why did you pass the last ball? It's a secret, I won't tell you..."

He left soon, just like usual, but he was asked about the transfer again before leaving, but he suddenly changed his tone: "Let's see it in May, that's it! (At least the Western Conference Finals!)"

...

"Hi! Nash, what a pity night..." ESPN reporters interviewed Nash.

"Well, yes, but enough to make the blood boil..." Nash said with a smile.

"The last goal, that point, is your tried-and-tested crosshair point. It's a pity that you didn't score the lore...I think people who haven't watched the game will generally think that you deliberately let the water go..."

"Let the water go?" Nash smiled cryptically, "No...no...Houston is a good team, they are very strong! In any case, if we can't win by more than 10 points in this game, it will be considered as a loss for us...You must know, their most powerful guy has not come back yet!"

"Hey, you mean Yao Ming? What do you want to say to him here?"

Nash laughed: "Hey, Yao, next time in Houston, let's see you on the court! Remember to be merciful!"

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