The toughest man in the NBA

Chapter 135

November 4, Target Center.

Looking at the sun, a group of animals with green eyes, Timberwolves felt a strange feeling like thorns on their backs, like sitting on pins and needles, like a stick in their throats.

Especially the starting center Darko Milicic, he felt that Tuman's eyes seemed to have substance, sweeping around him, as if he was looking for something...

I remembered looking in the mirror in the locker room, the one opposite:
With blond hair, gold earrings, a face like a crown jade, with sharp edges and corners, and a melancholy and deep expression, the Serbian Marshal Bi.

Milicic shuddered suddenly.

He pressed his chest with one hand, covered the orange with the other, and said nervously:

"Tu, Tu Man, what do you want to do?"

Tu Man took a step forward and stretched out his hand.

Milicic stepped back again and again, his face pale:
"Handsome is handsome, I'm a straight man! Stay away from me..."

Tu Man was furious.

You are a straight man, I still can't bend?

Squinting his eyes, clenched his fists, caught up with two steps, and said viciously:
"Listen to me, I'm not interested in you! But you better stay away from the basket, don't make yourself unhappy, understand?"

Milicic breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he is not interested in me.

As for the basket or something, the Timberwolves have been playing badly for a season, and they are rushing to lose. Why am I still guarding that thing?
Disarmed, squeezed out a stiff smile:

"You worry too much, the coach doesn't want to win, you can do whatever you want."

Milicic didn't mean to be ashamed when he said this, he looked weak, decadent, and lifeless...

The years have smoothed his vigor and aura, and the Milicic in front of him is no longer the enhanced version of Dirk Nowitzki or Garnett's Serene genius!

Tu Man sighed, turned and walked away.

Wolves travel thousands of miles to eat meat, and dogs run thousands of miles to fly. They really can't blame others.

The Timberwolves' starting lineup is:
Luke Ridnour is a point guard, Darko Milicic is a center, and Willis Johnson, Michael Beasley, and Anthony Tolliver are three dubious forwards.

There are two power forwards on the bench, Anthony Randolph and Nikola Pekovic, but there is no qualified shooting guard.

With this lineup, Kurt Rambis can still lead the team to win 17 games. Is the league's poor environment already so bad?
In the Sun's first attack, Tu Man opened the scoring with a domineering one-handed windmill.

Turning around to defend, there was no one around.

Milicic withdrew from the basket early, and a smoke ran to the bottom corner with his hips crossed.

Anthony Tolliver froze for a moment, and quickly brought to the free throw line.

Are you the smart one?

Luke Ridnour sticks to the ball for a while, and Nash is opposite him, making a loose look of asking you to enter the urn.

The latter did not dare to attack by himself, flicked his wrist, and the basketball flew to the right corner.

At this moment, Richardson is defending Milicic. Brother Cigar is half a body taller, and he can just pull up and shoot!

But he didn't want the limelight and dumped the blame on Michael Beasley.

Michael Beasley is a very fantasy guy. He was very dazzling in high school, and he had a bright moment with Derrick Rose in the draft. But he has far more things off the court than on the court, and it is always difficult to concentrate on playing.

And it is clear that he only has the body of a small forward, but his skills are biased toward power forwards. He is known as "can be three but four", but he is often hammered by the opponent as "not three or four".

Just like this attack, facing the big monster Tu Man who was in the limelight during this period, all his teammates wanted to hide in the center line, but he couldn't see it. He rushed to the basket when he got the basketball. One-arm windmill...

The result is naturally skinny:

Tu Man slapped him out of the baseline with the ball and others!

No one expected that this cap offended Beasley's addiction to cigarettes.

From the moment he got up from the floor, he began to look in a trance, his position was loose, he hardly ran, and he threw the ball as soon as he caught it, but he couldn't even find the basket...

Because of his wild shot, Tu Man had five more rebounds!

The sun played so easily.

Only halfway through the first quarter, Turkoglu scored six assists, all of which came from Tu Man's lobs, and the paint at the center of the target, and he was even more enthusiastic than the coquettish DeWallen girl...

The score is:
18:2
Kurt Rambis, who has experienced three Lakers dynasties, is as black as the bottom of the pot.

We are going to lose, but in the face of thousands of fans in the arena, we have to show some face and struggle symbolically, right?

Scratching for a long time, Anthony Randolph and Nikola Pekovic replaced sleepwalking Michael Beasley and Darko Milicic, who switched to shooting guard without authorization.

Pekovic is very strong, and this guy doesn't seem to be afraid of Tubaru at all, after all, his ancestors played gangsters...

As soon as he came up, he clung to Tuman's body, and his flowery arms, which were thicker than his neck, rested on Tuman's back.

Trying to squeeze twice, Rao has the bonus of golden legs, Tuman is also a little bit too much, intuition that this guy is stronger than Perkins, grew up eating human flesh?
Tu Man was a little worried. With this big meat shield under the basket, it would be difficult to get [-] rebounds!

However, after playing a few rounds, Tu Man felt relieved.

This blind bear is strong enough, but it's a pity that he doesn't bounce, his speed is slow, and his sense of position is not very good.

Then there is nothing to worry about!

Tuman began to use his excellent speed to bypass this mountain of meat, kicked his two golden legs, and frequently picked off rebounds above Pekovic's head.

Pekovic has a full body, but he can only look at the shoes and sigh...

The Timberwolves' low shooting rate helped a lot. They made 23 of 9 shots in this quarter. After the first quarter, Tuman had grabbed 15 rebounds.

Looking at it like this, the task can be completed in half time?
Turkoglu is also very cool, with 10 assists in a single quarter.

All the Suns players were smiling, and the visible dollar bills were rushing into their pockets...

The Turks are also good individuals. When Richardson opened the game on the bus, almost everyone bet that the Turks could get 20 assists, but he didn't.

Obviously, this is red envelopes!
One side's momentum was like a rainbow, and the other side's crap. There was no suspense in the game. After 48 minutes, the score was fixed at:

108:78
Gentry hardly called a timeout, and the substitution was to take advantage of the dead ball. Anyway, Tu Man and Turkoglu wanted to play the whole game, and the others just went up and yo.

The opposite is different.

Kurt Rambis seems to have smelled some kind of hint from the management, as if the point card is about to run out, he can't wait to screw up the game...

He used up all the time-out opportunities, one tactic at a time, the substitutions were like a revolving lantern, and the nine Timberwolves who could play took turns to be abused.

Luke Ridnour, who played the longest, played 32 minutes, and even Michael Beasley, who was in a daze, played 12 minutes!

The shortest was Nikola Pekovic, who played just six minutes.

It's not because he gave Tu Man an elbow!

Kurt Rambis was afraid that Tuman would kill him...

(End of this chapter)