I'm king in the basket

Chapter 512 Cancer Superstar
At this moment, the Eagles' management must be regretting why they didn't sell Smith on the trade deadline.

If Smith could be traded out at that time in exchange for an authentic 3-D small forward, Horford could return to the [-]th position, and a Dalembert-level center could be recruited, many people would be satisfied.

Horford will be more comfortable in his new role.Freed from the constraints of the paint and without having to expend a lot of energy fighting a seven-footer, Horford will get back all the things he once knew so well at the University of Florida, which makes him smile knowingly.

Of course, this kind of solution can only be thought about, and it is not very operable.

Smith's current trade value is too low, and no one wants to bleed for a player who may convulse at any time.

Then, the eagle can only keep him, to see if he will turn back like a prodigal son like Mitsui Shou.

Knowing so far, Smith shows no signs of turning back.

And he just hit a bloody [-] that made every teammate want to kick him off the court.

Forget it, and watch DeRozan run in front of him and complete a counter-attack dunk. Why doesn't this guy die?

"Your shooting, I like it very much, can you shoot a few more shots? I am willing to learn from you."

Bargnani, who is afraid of the world's chaos, likes to see the opponent's players burn the CPU.

Smith wasn't a complete jerk either, and he was well aware that such a shot would cause displeasure among his teammates and wrath from the coaching staff.

Although he is regarded as the treasure of the eagle, there is a limit to everyone's patience with the treasure.

He is not the all-round fighter who received many expectations. Over the past few years, people's expectations of him have dropped again and again. Now, the team has only one wish.

He does not want to progress or regress, and if he can get rid of the problem of brain convulsions and nervousness, it will be perfect.

Even if everyone's requirements are so low, it is difficult for him to do so.

"Do you think I'm an idiot? If you have the ability, you vote for me, right in front of me! Do you dare? This is the right of a franchise player, you have no qualifications, so shut up your fucking Italian mouth !"

Smith scolded proudly.

Li Xing heard Smith's trash talk, and he believed that this guy would regret it.

For the kind of shots he just made, Bargnani has to shoot at least five goals per game, and he has even completed such shots in front of stars of Durant and Kobe's level.

At this moment, American Jay Chou stepped forward and showed his martial arts.

On the left side of the free throw line, Korver made a catch and shot.

This goal can be regarded as stopping the bleeding for the Eagles, and the point difference returned to 13 points.

"Andrea, satisfy him."

Bargnani dared to fight in front of anyone. If Snyder hadn't given him a criticism meeting at halftime, he would have been more confident.

Now, he needs the support of his teammates, otherwise he really dare not take the risk of being replaced by Snyder.

"Do you think I can?"

asked Bargnani.

Li Xing said: "Strong faith can break bad luck."

Bargnani smiled knowingly: "Larch, your Italian proverbs are getting better and better."

"You taught me well."

Li Xing gave Bargnani a boost, and then said to Dragic: "Give the ball to Nanu and leave the rest to me."

This statement has two meanings.

After passing the ball, you roll aside so as not to affect Bargnani's shooting.

Don't worry about him even if he doesn't score, I'll grab the offensive rebound.

Dragic complied, passing the ball at the spot where Bargnani had the most shots.

Bargnani, with the ball in hand, glanced casually at Smith.

"You say I don't have the privilege to shoot? Heh, do you think you know me well?"

Once the ball is in hand, Bargnani's confidence is different. He is not good at defense, but he is very good at offense.

Even Durant, he has never been afraid, let alone Smith?
"That rascal"

Knowing what Snyder knew about Bargnani, he knew that the Italians were going to do something stupid again.

Sure enough, Bargnani didn't make any adjustments, and he didn't even bother to do fake moves. He was about to shoot Smith when he lifted the ball.

"What to vote for?"

"What to vote for?!"

Snyder roared, but Bargnani's shooting arc became more and more positive. Li Xing could tell that this shot was aimed at a goal.

It can't be wrong!

Li Xing's heart has been hanging because he is not sure.

There are many arcs of goals, some of which can be seen at a glance, and some of which are not even seen by the all-seeing eye.

If Bargnani can light up the soft finger, the arc of each of his shots is similar and easy to identify. If it is not lit, then it can only be judged based on experience.

This three-pointer finally hit the middle of the basket and crashed back into the basket.

"Strike!" Snyder called.

"Are you saying I'm not good enough? Are you kidding me? I got 62 on Kevin Durant with a fucking shot like that!"

When it's time for a twitch, Bargnani will never miss it.

He turned to face the camera and kissed his wife and children in front of the TV.

"asshole!"

Smith was completely outraged. He had someone more maverick than him.

"Josh?"

When a selfless and reasonable guard like Teague meets someone like Smith, it's like two people with conflicting personalities, and they feel uncomfortable seeing each other.

As a teammate, Teague respected Smith very much.

Wouldn't it be nice if Smith wasn't habitually twitchy?
Now except for the head coach, no one can restrain Smith on the field. This person wants the ball like a madman.

Smith's look of killing all his teammates without giving the ball made Teague pass the ball for him.

"This is the war you started!"

Smith, with the ball in his hand, glared at Bargnani.

"War? You really like to exaggerate. It's just a few selfish balls thrown by two selfish people. Don't be self-righteous."

Bargnani wanted nothing to do with him.

"Who the hell do you call selfish?"

"It's you and me. Isn't it selfish to ignore other people and shoot directly?"

"You say that Kobe is also selfish!"

"Yes, he is!"

"Jordan too!"

"Yes, he is too."

Smith was quickly surrounded by Bargnani. He spent a lot of time on mouthpieces, leaving only a few seconds for himself to attack.

He ran out of time and had to act.

Smith straightened his body and violently pulled the ball out of his hands.

Another three-pointer.

The cancer superstar of the future seems to be awakening at this moment.

"boom!"

Another good note.

Li Xing made a mistake in his judgment, and the rebound did not fly towards his position.

Horford got the rebound, and he was angry.

It would be too sad if he endured the humiliation and played most of the game, but in the end he had to be buried in the hands of the hot-headed Smith!
Horford, who got the rebound, was about to counterattack. He picked up the ball and was about to wipe the board under the basket.

Li Xing hit a big cap with his backhand and blocked his ball.

"Mine! It's all fucking mine!"

Smith flew in, snatched the ball from Horford's hand, slammed it down hard, and took the initiative to find a confrontation, trying to score on Li Xing's head.

In Li Xing's view, this approach is undoubtedly courting death.

Li Xing waited for him to jump up, and stood motionless, with his 250 cm ape long arms raised straight, talent played a decisive role at this moment.

Smith had nothing to do, he was easily blocked by Li Xing who stood still.

"Are you kidding me?"

Angus shouted excitedly: "You can't shoot like this in front of Larch!"

"You're going to be in bad luck like this!"

"After this ball, Josh Smith should restrain his temper."

As soon as Stoudemire finished speaking, Smith grabbed the offensive rebound that fell into his arms and was about to attack with a backhand.

The narrators were stunned. This attack looked like suicide to them.

Li Xing still stood still.

Relying on his courage, Smith took the initiative to find a confrontation.

Even if he can't score, it will still cause Li Xing's foul, that's what he thinks.

But this is the home court of the Raptors, and standing in front of him is No. 1 in the league. Even if there is a body whistle, it belongs to Li Xing.

Li Xing had had enough of this eagle-and-chicken game, stood on tiptoe, and blocked Smith's shot into Dragic's hands.

"Counterattack~~!"

Dragic advances like the wind, and no one can stop his advance.

Smith's attack shattered the confidence of his teammates, and they couldn't lift their spirits to stop the Slovenian's counterattack.

Dragic thought he would be stubbornly blocked, but he stopped after a few steps.

So, Dragic simply stepped up his pace, rushed to the frontcourt, and dunked with one hand.

"Golan!"

Almost every once in a while, a Raptors player is cheered by the audience for his outstanding performance.

Hawks head coach Larry Drew's patience has reached its limit.

Smith's operation not only widened the point difference, but also dampened the morale of others.

He decisively called a timeout and replaced Smith.

"Coach, I can still play!"

Smith said loudly.

"You sit here obediently!"

Drew was so angry that his face was blue. The player who replaced Smith was Ivan Johnson, who was also a three-four swingman.

It's just that this person is far inferior to Smith in the fourth position, and he is more suitable for the third position.

But the Eagles are in this system, with three tops four, four tops five, and the pure fifth position can only be carried in the transitional stage.

After Smith went off, the Eagles' offense came back to life.

Everyone is finding out that it's nice not to have some idiots throwing [-]s with the ball on the perimeter.

They play tactics seriously, whether they are behind by 15 points or 5 points, they always maintain rigor.

In the end, Korver came out to save them.

The sharpshooter, who was able to penetrate Yang with a hundred steps, got rid of DeRozan again, caught the ball and shot directly. Facing such strict defense, he did not let down the efforts of his teammates and hit this thirst-quenching three-pointer.

(End of this chapter)