I'm not really a brutalist striker

Chapter 144 144. Did you fucking eat shit at night?Mouth smells so bad!

"Beautiful! The Vulture once again hit the left mid-range shot and scored two consecutive points on Big Ben's head."

"It seems that the Vulture's offensive touch in this game should be good. For the Pistons, the Vulture who can hit the mid-range will undoubtedly become more threatening."

Seeing the unbelievable look on Ben Wallace's face, Suter, who retreated to the backcourt, smiled slightly, and was very satisfied with the expression on Big Ben's face.

Suter likes Daben's unrestrained pre-match style. During the game, he looked dazed, and finally became a stupid "Ben's face change". Seeing Daben was shocked by his improvement in strength, Suter only felt that his body was full of blood. Up and down is simply extremely comfortable.

The Pistons attacked, and Billups held the ball through halftime and gestured for other players to run. While trying to run for Hamilton, center Mehmet Okur and "Little Prince" Prince can also Play your own role in this tactical system.

As a second-year rookie this season, "Little Prince" Prince is one of the players with the highest baseline cut efficiency among all players in the league who average more than 12 minutes per game.

Although the shooting percentage of 46.7% is not shocking, Prince, who has three-point shooting, mid-range shooting and air cutting ability at the same time, is the key factor for the Pistons to tear the defense on the court.

Prince, who is 98 meters tall, can play both small forward and power forward positions. Although he weighs only [-] kilograms, Prince's wingspan has reached [-] meters. He has grown into a player with both offense and defense in one season, and he can display good personal strength in both offense and defense.

Standing on the right corner, he made a pick-and-roll for Hamilton, and at the moment the two separated, Prince instantly formed a counter-run with the upward-moving Hamilton, like a nimble ape burying his head into the basket.

Seeing Prince running out of offensive opportunities through pick-and-roll feints, Billups at the top of the arc immediately had a tacit understanding, and directly raised his hand and passed the ball.

As a point guard player with an average playing time of more than 35 minutes per game, Billups averaged only 5.7 assists per game this season. Consciousness isn't bad at all.

A large part of the reason for the low number of assists is that the Pistons are not good at launching offense through pick-and-rolls with the ball. Most of the time, Billups is more like a guard with the ball, standing at the top of the arc to wipe the ass of other teammates. The stick rate is much lower than that of players like Steve Nash and Jason Kidd.

After receiving a pass from Billups, Prince jumped into the basket successfully, and faced the unguarded basket in front of him, he tried to complete the attack with a two-handed dunk.

Unfortunately, as soon as the "Little Prince" Prince got the chance by running back, Suter, who was on the weak side, decisively let go of Da Ben, who had no shooting ability, turned around and plunged into the basket to help defend.

Ben Wallace's offensive ability is very bad, especially the offensive threat outside the three-second zone is zero. Souter is not worried that his loss of position will give Ben Wallace a chance to score openly.

What's more, Prince, the "little prince" who successfully made it to the basket, only has eyes for the basket. Suter doesn't think that Prince can find his teammates in time under such circumstances. After all, not all strikers are like James. As versatile as Odom.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a loud noise above the basket, Suter's big hands like iron pincers nailed Prince's dunk hard to the backboard, and gave the "little prince" Prince a ruthless shot from the side. Pegboard hat.

"Cap!"

"The vulture that came out from the flank gave Tyshawn (Prince) a big hat with a speed that was almost comparable to that of a cheetah!"

"This shot-blocking action was very clean. Suter didn't touch anything other than the basketball at all. This is definitely a wonderful extreme defense!"

At the same time, Suter, who slammed the ball on the backboard, also accepted the basketball. After landing, he looked up at the frontcourt. Suter didn't even think about it. Long quarterback pass.

The sharpest offensive method of the Eagles this season is the quick counterattack after defending against the opponent's attack. After more than half of the season, the matter of defensive counterattack has long been imprinted in the bones of the Eagles players.

When Suter moved to the inside to help defend, Stephen Jackson, who was left far behind by "Little Prince" Prince, had already pushed Billups away to launch a fast break forward.

Stephen Jackson's keen offensive sense undoubtedly allowed Suter to find the passer immediately after protecting the rebound.

Hesitation is impossible to hesitate, the most is to let go of the ball and be thrown out of the field by Souter.

Turning around and looking behind him, Stephen Jackson jumped up and firmly caught the pass thrown by Suter. Facing the unguarded basket in front of him, Jackson did not show off a dunk, but instead used the most energy-saving way Wipe the board and make a layup.

6:2
Seeing that the Eagles scored three times after the opening game were directly related to Souter, Ben Wallace, who was in charge of defending Souter, only felt that his face was green and pale.

Ben Wallace's goal this season is to attack the best defensive player, and Ben's defensive efficiency this season does have this strength, but after the opening, Ben was defeated by Suter continuously, and Suter led the Eagles to play a wave Orgasm, this feeling is really uncomfortable at all.

"Damn guy!"

The Pistons are attacking, and the team's backward situation does not seem to interfere with Hamilton's mentality at all. On the offensive end, Hamilton still runs tirelessly, a lot of movement and counter-running, just to get a chance not to be disturbed by defensive players .

However, Derek Anderson, who is also physically strong, has obviously begun to adapt to Hamilton's tireless running. Although he can't completely cut off Hamilton's scoring, at least he is no longer as confused as he was at the beginning.

Seeing that there was no good offensive opportunity on the offensive end, Billups played a pick-and-roll with Prince on the wing, and then used his weight advantage to slam Nash hard. Pull out the jumper.

"boom!"

However, God added an invisible cover to the basket at home, which did not give Billups face at all. The crisp sound of iron striking even the Pistons head coach Larry Brown standing off the court felt a little bit cold.

At the same time, Suter and Ben Wallace had already started a fierce hand-to-hand fight at the basket. In terms of strength alone, Suter was no match for Ben Wallace even if he exerted all his strength.

But since the baptism of Dennis Rodman's rebounding smell fusion card, Suter's current view on rebounding has changed.

Being able to get stuck in position is naturally a good thing, but not being able to get stuck in position does not mean that players have lost the best chance to grab rebounds.

In the 90s like a wild beast, Dennis Rodman was able to win the next seven rebounds with a weight of only 95 kilograms, and it was never strength.

In many cases, mobility and anticipation are the most important factors in rebounding.

Stuck behind Daben's powerful force and unable to move, Suter did not sit and wait far away from the basket. Instead, he quickly turned around and chose a farther position when the basketball touched the basket's neck and bounced off. Take off and scramble.

Suter's jumping ability and bounce speed are much higher than that of Big Ben. Even if he lost the best position for rebounding under the basket, Suter, who accurately predicted the position of the basketball, was still tough on Ben Wallace. Protected the backboard.

"Roar!"

After landing, Suter let out a roar, holding the basketball and swinging his arms from side to side, as if trying to break free from Ben Wallace's restraint on his body.

Feeling that the chin was hit hard by Su Te's iron elbow on the face, Big Ben, who was already angry from embarrassment, became furious in an instant, and cursed Su Te with his afro head and that fierce expression on his face.

"Damn monkey! How dare you fuck me, you're courting death!"

Forcibly resisting the urge to push people, Ben Wallace puffed out his chest high and pressed on Suter step by step. With that extremely fierce expression, it really seemed like a hell kid.

Seeing that Da Ben was holding himself up with his chest, and that kid-like face was almost kissed on his mouth, the moment Suter turned around, he couldn't be vomited by Da Ben's bad breath.

Hastily raised his hand to pinch his nose, while Suter raised his elbow to support Ben Wallace, there was a look of disgust on his face without showing weakness: "Did you fucking eat shit at night? Your mouth is so stinky! "

"I'll fuck you, get the hell out of here!"

Putting his elbows on his chest against Big Ben, Suter almost punched Big Ben hard in the stomach, to see if the vomit this guy vomited was shit-poop!
Hearing that Suter didn't justify his elbow swing just now when he was grabbing a rebound, but also provoked himself, Big Ben, who was already full of anger, seemed to be even more angry with his afro.

"Roar!"

"you wanna die!"

There was a roar from his mouth, and Ben Wallace was about to raise his hand to push Souter, but he was hugged tightly from behind by the referee who saw something wrong, and did not cause a physical conflict for Ben Wallace at all. Opportunity.

"Calm down, calm down!"

"This is a stadium, not a boxing ring!"

"If you want to get suspended after the game, then you can let your anger overwhelm your reason!"

Holding Daben tightly with both hands, the referee Clifford kept calling for calmness in Daben's ear, otherwise once Daben really pushed Suter, with Suter's fiery personal temper, he would definitely be there with Daben Playing random hugs and wrestling.

As everyone noticed the commotion here, more and more people on the field began to move closer to Ben Wallace and Suter.

When "Martial Saint" Jackson rushed over to protect Suter from the front court, Suter, who was pushed back by the crowd, looked very calm. He didn't seem to want to fight at all, but just stared at Da Ben didn't say a word, he looked like a cold-blooded and ruthless "wolf" king.

"What's the matter, why did you two get together again?"

"Are you injured? No matter what happens today, you must not make a move. If this guy dares to disrespect you, I will be the first to rush up and knock out his front teeth. There is no need for you to make a move yourself!"

Looking at Big Ben with a fierce face, Stephen Jackson's eyes showed a hint of hostility, but he did not intend to let go of the arms that hugged Suter tightly.

Raising his hand and patting Stephen Jackson on the shoulder, Suter pretended to be relaxed and smiled: "It's okay, don't be impulsive, it's just that I was bitten by a dog with bad breath."

The situation on the side of Suter and Ben Wallace caused the game to enter an official timeout. Although the two did not rise to a physical conflict, the referee Clifford still had lingering fears about the scene just now.

This game is playing like a room full of gas, and there is no room for the slightest spark, because it is likely to trigger a large-scale explosion.

Viewing the moment of conflict between Souter and Ben Wallace just now through the replay center, the referee Clifford did not whistle the technical offenders for the two, but gave them extremely severe warnings, even threats .

"Listen, you two guys, don't try to trouble me in this game, let alone trouble yourself!"

"If there is another time, I won't care what happened just now, I will definitely expel you all without mercy!"

"Don't think I'm joking, and don't challenge my bottom line, unless you want to verify the results by yourself!"

Ignoring head coach Clifford's warning, Suter just glanced at Big Ben with a sneer on his face: "Did you hear that, don't make trouble for yourself."

In front of the referee Clifford, Da Ben forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and when he turned to leave, he did not forget to give Suter a fierce look: "Shut up! You don't have a place to speak here! "

Making fun of himself, Suter turned to coach Clifford and shrugged innocently.

"You have also seen that the conflict just now was not the cause of me at all. Is it normal to have some coherent movements when fighting for rebounds?"

"That's not normal??"

"Big Ben's mind is full of violence. I think you should find an excuse to expel him in the next round, so that the game can be played to the end safely."

Looking up at Suter, Clifford's bald head almost blinded Suter's "eagle" eyes under the reflective light above his head.

"Be honest, you guy, don't always pretend to be innocent!"

"Who in the entire league doesn't know what kind of player you are? I would be grateful if you could say a few words less!"

"Don't worry, even if you really want to choose between the two of you for the smooth progress of the next game, then this position must belong to you!"

"........."

(End of this chapter)