I'm the boss in the NBA

Chapter 293 Tough Guy
In the Pepsi Center Arena, as the game continued, coach Tomjanovich of the Rockets suddenly found that his team was slowly being overtaken. Under the leadership of Su Yi and Stoudemire, the Nuggets even split The difference was narrowed to only 2 points, what a difference of 2 points, Su Yi overtook with a three-pointer, but he found that he had no choice.

However, the team has fallen into a cycle against the trend and continued to use foul tactics against Stoudemire. In the last less than 3 minutes, whether the Rockets can win the victory, Tang Shuai is not sure at all. Most of the team's main players He has been fouled more than four times. If he continues, he is likely to collapse in the final stage, and Stoudemire's touch is gradually improving. This is the thing that bothers him the most. Stoudemire's free throws are bad. It's the same as O'Neal, why didn't it follow the script.

Tang Shuai was worried about how he could find a way to deal with the Nuggets, but Su Yi didn't want to give them a chance. He felt that his touch was fading. If there was no new stimulation, he might only be able to try to make two shots.

It is worth mentioning that Su Yi made 14 shots in this game, 8 of which were three-pointers, and scored 42 points. If Stoudemire was not always troubled by fouls, Su Yi's The game can still get 50 points.

Just looking at his bruised face, bruises and bloodstains on the corner of his mouth, the fans of the Nuggets felt the same, as if he was injured on their body, there are many heroes in the world, only Su Yi can stand shoulder to shoulder with Jordan.

"Come on! Come hit me! Let me see how you can deal with me, cowards, can't you even fight?" Su Yi grabbed the ball with one hand while facing Billups and Ah Tester yelled.

In fact, Su Yi would not make such provocative actions in the past, but the current situation is not as good as in the past. If the Nuggets do not win another round, after the Nuggets lose this game, they will basically bid farewell to this playoffs , The big score of 3 to 0 is no different from 4 to 0, both are the result of losing.

So Su Yi had to stand up, taking advantage of the mediocre state of the Rockets in this game, no matter what, he had to win a home game, otherwise he really couldn't face the lovely fans who supported him.

"Su, don't give too much room. I haven't hit you hard in this game, but don't treat me like a persimmon. If you yell at me again, I will let you lie on the ground." Artest While replying, he put his elbow on Su Yi's waist to prevent Su Yi from catching the ball.

"Then you come! I'm afraid you won't succeed. Your strength was too weak before, just like tickling me! Come on, do it again, if I, Su Yi, say the word pain, then I will hide from you when I see you." Let's go! I'll call you boss!"

Su Yi patted his not-so-thick chest, and continued provocatively. He wished that Artest would give him a hard time. He already felt that if there was no stronger stimulation, he might lose this match.

So even if Su Yi is desperate to get injured, he has to fight one last time. At least he will not be swept away. Drop things off.

Artest was furious after hearing Su Yi's words. He really stopped before, and it was also because Su Yi was the small owner of the Rockets. When the team was sure to win, Artest did not want to offend this little boss.

But Artest is also a person who needs face!Su Yi didn't save himself any face in front of so many people, he really thought I was a soft persimmon!Don't give you some color, look, I, Artest, can't mix in the NBA.

Artest's blood boiled immediately, and he secretly bumped Su Yi with his elbow.

Su Yi felt pain in his waist, but he didn't take a step back, but continued to yell at Artest: "It's not enough, did you not eat?"

After finishing speaking, he crossed his elbow and returned Artest. Although it didn't affect the opponent too much, it made Artest's irritability even more.

Young means to be fearless, to face difficulties, and to move forward bravely. Facing Artest who was enraged like a bull, Su Yi puffed out his chest, as if saying to Artest, come on, rush here, I am not afraid Damn you!

Artest still remained calm and did not lose control of his emotions. Otherwise, if he had followed his temper in future fights at the Palace of Auburn Hills, he would have pushed Su Yi to the ground and rubbed him hard, not to mention the soda. Yi's face was bloody, and he wanted to let him taste the sand bowl-sized fist.

On the court, Su Yi relied on Stoudemire's pick-and-roll to break through the barrier alone, and broke a bloody road. It was indeed a bloody road. It was not easy to get away from Billups. His arm was scratched and scarred. Was this guy a cat in his previous life? He was too good at scratching people.

Artest stood in front of Su Yi, his elbows were bright and intimidating, but Su Yi didn't hesitate at all, he stepped to Artest's side, he patted the ball with his left hand, and threw the basketball behind him. Turning to the palm of his right hand, Artest was thrown away with a sudden stop and flash. Artest still didn't expect Su Yi's speed to be so fast. This ball-handling technique is already the top ball-handling skill in the league. Defender again.

After Su Yi passed Artest, he jumped up and prepared to shoot. Just as Su Yi was about to throw the basketball, an arm was drawn over his head and face, and at the same time, a huge impact force came from behind Su Yi and pushed him away. Su Yi fell to the floor, and then Su Yi felt severe pain in his waist.

This blow was really enough for Su Yi to drink a pot, his waist was hit so hard that he almost lost consciousness, and his arm was even swollen from being pulled, but it was all worth it, he felt that the hand feeling was getting stronger and stronger Yes, although his right arm is sore and numb, he still has his left hand, and he is confident that he can win the game with only one hand.

But Su Yi felt very good. Coach D'Antoni couldn't take it anymore. Such a fierce foul showed how Su Yi was injured. He didn't know Su Yi's current state, nor did he know that Su Yi did it on purpose.

He only knew that Su Yi was likely to be injured, it was not a trivial matter, even if he lost the game, it didn't matter, but Su Yi was only 22 years old, it would be a big loss if he got injured and retired.

The referee rushed to the field and sent off Artest, who had already fouled six times. Artest didn't go to quibble, just shook his head and walked off.

But coach D'Antoni is not going to do it anymore. If you refer to such a fierce foul and you call an ordinary foul, you are too partial to helping the Rockets. Could it be that the league wants to recommend the Rockets to the Western Conference Finals.

While Coach D'Antoni was protesting to the referee, Su Yi pushed away the team doctor who was blocking him, got up from the stretcher, and walked towards the court with a fearless look on his face.

"Su Yi, are you okay? Don't force yourself!"

"Su Yi, were you not injured just now?"

The teammates surrounded him in a hurry, and comforted him with concern.

Most of the Nuggets audience stood up, looking at Su Yi who was holding down the wound on his waist, in a trance, tears flashed in many people's eyes.

Su Yi, what a tough guy!
(End of this chapter)