Basketball Crunchy Shark

Chapter 207 No one here will applaud you

The referee whistled 2 plus 1!

The Pistons had a bit of a riot. After all, it was an elbow. How could a 2 plus 1 be enough, but the referee was really not biased. During the air battle just now, the referee was on the side. Although Kirilenko's actions were dangerous, they were indeed reasonable. Lin Sa was hit during the fight, and he gave a whistle.

Lin Sa got up from the floor, his back hurt a little, but he was definitely not injured, and the energy consumption was greater than the injury. This skill is quite practical.

To appease the somewhat excited bench bosses, Lin Sa easily made a free throw and the point difference came to 20 points. What's even more gratifying is that Kirilenko made the fourth foul. According to his style of play, Lin Sa estimated that he would be able to send him off work in three quarters. This is also the reason why Lin Sa took the elbow on purpose.

The Jazz's bench has more depth, and Lin Sa wants to reduce his depth!
When Kirilenko raised his hand, he knew that he was being tricked. He had raised his elbow just now, and the position and the ball's landing point were more towards his side, and his hands were longer. Lin Sa normally snatched the ball and would never be attacked. Now Lin Sa not only got the ball and made it, but also gave him a foul.

When he first raised his hand, Kirilenko was a little unwilling, but later, Kirilenko developed a feeling of admiration for Lin Sa. Lin Sa's face was a little red and swollen at the free throw line, but his face was still calm and calm. He was elbowed twice in a game and still did not lose his courage and stability.

Lin Sa has his pride.

Lin Sa's breathing was a little messy, and Lin Sa's physical strength was exhausted very quickly. If he played according to the current style of play, he should not be able to play the whole game, but it didn't matter.

Lin Sa was replaced.

When he sat on the bench, everyone in Lin Sa was stunned. Okur came on, but the problem was that he was replaced, which is really incomprehensible. Now he is in good condition. As long as he defends the Utah ball, the Pistons can surely win.

Old Brown's face was very serious. This was the first time Lin Sa saw Old Brown so angry. Before, the old man was angry like a husky.

The team doctor checked Lin Sa in the locker room. The inspection was very careful. Lin Sa didn't suffer any serious injuries, and concussion was even more unlikely. Except for the bruise on his face that had already risen and needed ice packs, there was basically no problem.

After the second quarter, the Pistons continued to lead the Jazz with a score of 37 to 21 in a single quarter. In the second half, it can basically be judged to enter garbage time.

In the middle of the game, Old Brown came to the locker room and visited Lin Sa, who was strictly forbidden to go out and was applying ice cubes to his face.

The team doctor has gone out, and now there are only Old Brown and Lin Sa in the locker room. Old Brown has a serious face, and Lin Sa is a little flustered.

"Stupid!" Without further ado, Old Brown yelled directly: "Lin Sa, as a professional athlete, it is our job to work hard to do our own thing well, and there is nothing wrong with it."

"However, you have to learn to distinguish what is necessary and what is brain-dead. This game is just a dispensable regular season for us. It will not bring us honor, nor will it bring us rankings. It will bring us anything we need. Others can't see your small actions just now, but Sloan and I must be able to spot them at a glance."

As he said that, Old Brown pointed at Lin Sa's face: "Do you know if you dare to do this in the playoffs, what kind of arrangement will a coach like Sloan and I make?"

Lin Sa shook her head cutely. He didn't know the reason why Old Brown was so angry, but it felt, um, it was for his own good?
"If my opponent is an idiot like you in the playoffs, my order will be to give up this game and try my best to fight against idiots like you until you can't get up. Do my best to let idiots like you leave the playoffs stage of the current season."

Holy crap, Lin Sa was a little flustered, it shouldn't have happened.

"Listen, the playoffs are not a stage for the weak. This weakness is not only technical, but also spiritual. We will do everything possible to eliminate the unfavorable factors." Old Brown pointed at Lin Sa: "Do you think you played hard? Do you think you should be encouraged?"

"Don't be so stupid, kid, no one is applauding you here. Your repeated dangerous moves are just a provocation to the enemy. If you dare to play like this in my court, I will push you to the bench. Do you understand?"

Lin Sa nodded stupidly. The coach was so serious and he was a little scared, but: "Coach, if it's wrong to play as hard as you can, then is it difficult for us to compete just for performance?"

Old Brown wanted a cigar, but there was none here.

"Of course not. This is the difference between hard work and committing. Your action of putting yourself in danger is committing. Like Da Ben, who supports the basket without letting go of any hope, that is bravery." Old Brown patted Lin Sa on the shoulder: "When you understand the difference, you will be a truly first-class player."

Lin Sa is thinking calmly. It’s really cold. After all, his face is cold. In fact, frankly speaking, Lin Sa’s behavior is indeed problematic. The posture he snatched from Kirilenko’s hands is in an unprotected state. Although Lin Sa thinks that his move is based on gambling rebounds based on the fact that the opponent’s player is not a villain, but if you want to go deeper, replace Kirilenko with Artest, the picture is too beautiful.

On the Pistons side, Lin Sa was baptized by the storm, and in the Jazz's lounge, Kirilenko was also scolded for being a bloody sprinkler.

"You bastard, coward, you've raised your arms, why don't you smash it down hard!" Sloan roared.

Sloan admires Lin Sa very much, but this is a war, and it has nothing to do with whether he appreciates a certain player or not. Kirilenko is being criticized, but he thinks Lin Sa's style of play has merit.

Lin Sa is that kind of talented player, but Kirilenko is not. He is too lacking in talent, so he may need some other weapons, like Lin Sa and Max. Sloan shouted very seriously, but Kirilenko didn't take it seriously.

The third quarter was about to start, Lin Sa slowly walked out of the players' lounge while pressing his red and swollen face.

Neither Old Brown nor Lin Sa mentioned what happened just now. When Lin Sa came back, Old Brown just asked routinely, "Can you still play?"

Lin Sa showed off her biceps, which can already protrude a lot: "I can do it anytime."

Although the stamina is consumed a lot, face must not be lost.

When the game resumed, Rasheed Wallace and Okur were replaced, and Ostertag on the opposite side didn't play again. In fact, strictly speaking, garbage time had already begun, but the Jazz's players from the old Sloan to the field didn't seem to have this idea. They were still murderous.

Collins continued to be pushed to the bench. Miraculously, Kirilenko and Lin Sa met at the center position this time.

(End of this chapter)