The toughest man in the NBA

Chapter 34 The Torn Jazz

"Oh, yeah. It's an honor to break LeBron's record."

Tu Man's tone was flat and outrageous.

At this time, his mind was full of the best player in the Western Conference, what is "the youngest triple-double man in history", can he exchange a piece of meat?
There is nothing on the honor wall of the exchange system...

It's really like the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuch is in a hurry.

The reporter was so embarrassing that he almost tore through the soles of his shoes. He had already prepared his manuscript and was ready to talk sweetly and swords.

Let Tu Man say some arrogant words, so as to make an exaggerated draft.

Who knows, Tu Man doesn't bite the hook!

The venue was quiet for a while, and the reporters bypassed the bastard Tu Man and turned around to dig out from Gentry:

"Coach Gentry, what happened to Tuman's free throw?"

Gentry glanced at Tu Man, and said mysteriously:

"It's a secret!"

It's over, this old man has learned badly...

On the second day, Tuman went to Salt Lake City with the team, started a second straight game, and had to play the Jazz again.

The vibe in Jazz is very, very bad.

After the players came out, the practice on the Sun side was in full swing. The players joked with each other, made a fuss, and burst into laughter from time to time.

Sir, there was a dead silence.

The number one star, Deron Williams, was sitting alone on the bench with a towel on his shoulders, his face was stinky, and he didn't even move.

Just now, Jerry Sloan brought up the old story again and wanted him to lose weight.

Before the start of the season, Lisloan met Deron for the first time at the Jazz's training camp and greeted him like this:
"My God, you're so fat, can your knees stand it? You know John is great because he is strict with himself. You are too far behind!"

Sloan is the most traditional academic coach in the NBA. He controls everything about the team in every detail, has extremely strict requirements on players, and treats them equally.

Not only role players will be sprayed all over their heads by him, but when speaking to mature stars such as Deron and Kirilenko, they also don't know how to choose their words carefully, and they always say how mean they are.

However, Deron is no longer a rookie.

After five years of tempering, he is already one of the three best point guards in the league, and occasionally ranks in the top ten in various versions of the rankings of active superstars.

He is now Deron Superstar Williams.

He desperately wants more superstars, like Kobe, he can carry the team on his shoulders without hesitation at any time, and solve the battle alone!

Instead of quietly being a screw without desires, emotions, and thoughts on the war machine designed by Jerry Sloan...

Different from the style of Nash and Paul, Deron practiced wrestling when he was a child. He is very good at using his weight and strength to bully those "light and fluffy" weak chickens in the same position.

Deron knew very well that if he became as thin as "those people", he could only become the next Stockton in the hands of Sloan, not Deron Benju.

Without weight and strength, what kind of giant planet is there?

Therefore, it is impossible to lose weight, not in this life.

Just a few minutes ago, Deron had just started warming up, and suddenly rushed to the basket, showing a powerful turnaround dunk, which caused the fans to scream wildly.

However, looking back, Sloan said in a rambling manner:

"Little fat man, you really should lose weight, why are you dunking in training, it's meaningless, you know John..."

Deron broke out, and sprayed directly on his face:
"Shut up!"

After finishing speaking, put on a towel, sat down and sulked.

Sloan was so choked that he was stunned for a while, then returned to the coach's bench, his hands trembling uncontrollably, and two catties of frost could hang off his stern cheeks!
The Jazz players were all shocked. That was the tyrant Sloan, not Mike Brown. Even though the two are silent now, who knows how terrifying it would be when it exploded?
The game started in such a weird atmosphere.

The Jazz's two insiders, Al Jefferson and Paul Millsap, are both short and stout, and they are naturally restrained by Tu Man's tall and strong flying into the sky.

Therefore, Gentry put out a four-star lineup.

As long as Tu Man is not cut, Channing Frye, Hill, Richardson, Nash and others will definitely use three-point rain to blast the Jazz into scum...

As a result, something went wrong at the beginning.

Jerry Sloan set up a play that allowed this year's draft prospect Gordon Hayward to sneak the baseline, while Deron and Millsap feinted the pick-and-roll, drew the defense, and handed the ball to Hayward for the finish attack.

This tactic is more like a punishment. Deron is the team's number one superstar. Instead of entrusting him with the team's first offense, he was asked to play for a rookie at position 9 who hadn't played an official game. Isn't Chi Guoguo's humiliation?

Deron was full of anger. He didn't play the pick-and-roll, and slowly dribbled the ball across the half court. He directly swung the shot put and threw the ball to Hayward as if venting his anger.

Hayward was taken aback and almost missed the catch. With the help of his belly, he held the basketball firmly and followed Sloan's arrangement to attack from the baseline.

At this time, the tactics were not activated, and Tuman's attention was all on Hayward who was holding the ball. How could he be strong?

With a loud bang, the potential rookie dribbled the ball and fell out of the baseline.

Sloan's eyes were filled with anger, and he quickly called a timeout.

He roared at Deron:
"What do you want to do on horseback?"

Deron replied lightly:
"My fault."

I just sat back on the bench, staring at the empty dome in a trance, carved with oil.

Sloan wished he could lift the kid up and slap them both hard, but he didn't do it after all. He sighed, waved his hands and said:

"So be it……"

How can we still fight when the internal strife is like this?

Although Deron got the freedom he wanted, it was impossible for him not to be affected by things like this. He felt like he was stained with shit. He made 5 shots, and if he hadn't made 14 free throws, he wouldn't have scored in double figures...

The Sun naturally took advantage of his illness to kill him. There is no so-called benevolence in a cruel arena like the NBA.

Gentry can't release water, and Tuman can't.

The Jazz's sluggish shooting rate allowed him to brush a lot of defensive rebounds, but the Jazz players were unwilling to go inside, which greatly shrunk Tuman's block data.

The final score was:
110:84
As the most terrifying home court in the league, the Jazz only took 15 free throws, not half as many as the Suns, which shows how soft they are.

Jerry Sloan looked on, he didn't even call a few timeouts, what's the use of banging on the wheels, the doors, the bumper when the engine fails?

The Jazz fell behind, and Tuman only played 26 minutes, scoring 20 points, 26 rebounds, and 4 blocks efficiently.

The best of the week is getting closer.

(End of this chapter)