basketball god death race space

Chapter 220 is not a level

"sorry……"

Griffin hastened to apologize for his recklessness.

Although he is also a star, he is basically out of date. The slam dunk king, the All-Star, these auras of glory are getting farther and farther away from him. Griffin clearly knows that the current star of the Clippers, It's Duguming.

Du Guming slapped Griffin's butt hard, "Go to attack their inside line more, consume them, and leave the task of attacking with the ball to me and Paul."

The Clippers have a very serious dependence on Paul. As long as Paul is not on the court, their offensive organization will become a mess. Whether it is Rivers Jr., Crawford, or Griffin, they cannot fully play the role. The important task of organizing offense with the ball.

Duguming and the others are here, providing the Clippers with more ball-holding options, but the first step is to completely get rid of the bad habit of these players who like to stick to the ball.

"okay, I get it."

Griffin nodded hurriedly.

Paul gave Dugu Ming a meaningful look.

The Jazz's offensive routine is very simple. They especially like the misplaced singles after the pick-and-roll. However, this Clippers team has Griffin and Jordan on the inside, and Dugu Ming's athleticism outside. Whether it is a big fight against a small one, or a small fight against a big one, it is not particularly ideal.

In the end, under the Clippers' iron-barreled defense, Hill could only choose to rush forward. As a result, the layup became a non-stick.

Griffin grabbed the rebound, this time he didn't dare to make a mistake, and obediently handed it over to Duguming.

Duguming came to the top of the three-point arc. He called Jordan to cover for him. Although Jordan's skills are rough, his pick-and-roll skills and screen quality are very good. After Johnson was stuck by him, Unable to move, Dugu Ming accelerated and rushed into the three-point line.

Gobert hurriedly chased after him. Duguming threw the basketball into the sky, and a huge figure flew by. Jordan grabbed the basketball, roared like a beast, and dunked the ball into the blue circle with all his might.

"Oh……"

The Jazz fans at the scene held their heads and lamented in unison.

Jordan's aerial slam dunk is so violent, it can destroy all the confidence of the opponent.

The Jazz have been unable to attack for a long time on the offensive end, and the defense they depend on for survival has become riddled with holes under Du Guming's gossip. At the end of the quarter, they were 9 points behind the Clippers.

"Judging from the current performance of both sides, the Jazz and the Clippers are not at the same level."

Van Gundy shook his head. He has transformed from a coach to a commentator, "Although the Jazz have a high defensive efficiency, they are still vulnerable to Du Guming, who has the ability to tear apart all defenses. If they want to maintain the competition sex, more effort and change are needed."

"Forget it, since the twentieth century, the Jazz has not been a championship team. Even the Utah Shuangsha in the early years failed to bring back a championship trophy."

Van Gundy's partner Smith joked, "In the current league, there are only a few super teams competing, and the other teams are studying with the prince."

Van Gundy deeply felt the same way. During his coaching years, the league had the top four shooting guards and the three great forwards. All kinds of lineups flourished in the league. Every year, there were dark horses in the playoffs. Even the defending champion was often exploded. Leng, that was an era when there were many heroes competing for deer, but what about now?It is foreseeable that version 3.0 of the Battle of Riding and Bravery will be staged this year.

"but……"

Van Gundy suddenly felt moved, "This Clippers team might become a spoiler..."

In the second quarter of the game, Rivers replaced the main players and let Du Guming and Houtian bring three substitutes into battle.

Duguming still focuses on passing the ball. Now that he has no skills and equipment, he has to complete the task of hitting the ball, which must be scored from the inside.

Speights has a stable mid-range shooting ability, but Dugu Ming did not take advantage of this. He prefers to let Speights cut to the basket to catch the ball and dunk, or to cause damage, because doing so is the highest hit The method, just look at Jordan, his shooting is a piece of shit, but his shooting percentage is often maintained above 65%.

The closer to the basket, the higher the hit.

This sentence is still effective today when small balls are popular.

In the second quarter, the pace of the game on both sides slowed down, but the point difference did not narrow because of this. The two sides maintained a [-]-point difference until the end of the second quarter.

"Come on, Gatorade!"

When the team members all returned to the locker room, Yang Lu, who was full of smiles, came with two large boxes of Gatorade.

"My God! I already have a psychological shadow!"

The day after tomorrow, when he saw this small green bottle, his heart trembled. His belly could no longer withstand such torture.

Little Jordan and Paul also looked terrified, watching Yang Lu retreat again and again, Griffin was smarter, and slipped away quietly under the guise of shush.

"I'm talking about Yang Lu, can you wait for a while...I drank seven bottles today..."

Dugu Ming was also very helpless, but he came up with this idea himself.

The gun that I made an appointment with... oh no, Gatorade, I want to finish it with tears in my eyes.

"Come on, come on! We've already drank [-] milliliters in half the game. If possible, maybe two rounds of the series can activate the title!"

Yang Lu smiled sweetly, not being moved by Dugu Ming's pitiful expression at all, grabbed another bottle and stuffed it into Dugu Ming's hand.

"Run more on the court and sweat! This way you can drink more."

"Yang Lu, if this continues, we will all become jellyfish..."

Dugu Ming unscrewed the bottle cap helplessly, frowned and took a sip, almost vomited out of nausea.

"there!"

Yang Lu suddenly noticed something, turned her face to one side, and under her sharp gaze, she couldn't help but back away in fright.

"Don't spill it on your clothes! The missing Gatorade won't be counted in the total!"

Yang Lu sternly shouted, poking Houtian's chest with her fingers, "It's shameful to waste, do you know that?"

Aren't these forced to drink a waste?

Hou Tian argued in his heart, but he didn't dare to say these words even if he was killed, so he continued to swallow with a sad face.

"This is delicious!"

Dikembe Mutombo said with a smile, looking at his expression, he seems to be enjoying it. I guess he had no water to drink in Africa when he was a child, and he was thirsty. Now being forced to drink Gatorade is a kind of supreme treatment.

Under Yang Lu's hard work, the whole team drank three more boxes of Gatorade during the intermission. When the second half of the game started, everyone's belly was bulging. I heard the sound of water splashing in my stomach.

(End of this chapter)