NBA: I went from being a reasonable talker to being a god against the sky

In the first ten years after 2000, not many people used drift shots.

Not to say how difficult it is, the main problem is the hit rate.

In the NBA, everyone's physical fitness is good.

The defense emphasizes physical confrontation, and the referee's whistle is not so strict.

Therefore, drift shooting, a technique that emphasizes accuracy, is not practical.

If there is a slight deviation, the hit rate will drop dramatically.

Killing one thousand enemies will cost more than 800 self-damage, which is low cost performance.

But there are exceptions to everything.

If this technique can be practiced well, it is a super killer move.

Floating horizontally, it is extremely difficult for defenders to block shots.

Even if he reacts quickly and keeps up with the pace, he is easy to be called a foul.

To put it bluntly, drift shooting is a clever trick.

Players who play fine work have been trained.

But not Artest.

Artest, a typical Fauvist, was not known for his delicate techniques in the past.

Today's move can be regarded as a surprise.

A beautiful goal was scored, and the two sides came to a 3-point difference, 80:77.

Artest's ball was really beautiful. A group of teammates rushed over, clapping their hands, slapping their buttocks, and hitting their chests...

The morale of the Kings suddenly boosted.

"Cut~" Terry, who was serving from the baseline, pouted and muttered, "Isn't it just 2 points, so excited."

"Hoohoo~" Harris, who was about to catch the ball, glared and followed, and rolled his eyes to look at Terry, "What's the matter, my lord, why don't you do the same thing?"

"Grass!" Terry straightened his waist while serving the ball and said, "Just make it right, whoever is afraid of others, you just pass the ball."

Harris holds the ball and advances across the half.

Just as one foot crossed the center line, a purple figure suddenly appeared diagonally, blocking the way!

Harris was stunned, looked up, and it was Artest.

"Hmm~" Seeing that it was Artest, Harris murmured inwardly that it was bad, he didn't have the confidence to fight Artest one-on-one.

Harris is characterized by speed, but if he wants to play speed, his physical condition must not be poor.

The problem is that Artest, who is on the opposite side, is completely surrounded by his height, weight, and explosive power.

How can it display speed.

Suddenly remembering what Terry said just now, his eyes quickly scanned to find its location.

Terry squatted in the left bottom corner.

Against it is Martin.

Terry, Martin, two offensive masters, a pair of defensive waste wood.

"Huh" Harris passed the ball to Ben Terry.

Fortunately, Terry was mentally prepared in advance. The distance between the two was too far, so Harris passed the ball harder, and the basketball floated fast and floating in the air!

"Boom" received the ball, Terry didn't delay, and took a tentative step.

Martin deserves to be defensive waste, just a tentative step, the whole person let the point fly.

Terry didn't expect it!

I didn't expect Martin's defense to be so heinous.

What else to say, let's go.

Terry passed Martin easily, took a step forward, adjusted his rhythm, and took off directly.

"Snapped!"

As soon as the ball left his hand, a big hand faced the fly swatter!

It was Artest who blocked Terry.

"What?!" Terry opened his mouth and widened his eyes.

impossible!how is this possible?

Terry couldn't believe his eyes.

One moment ago, Artest was still marking Harris, and the next second, Artest was able to chase and block him!

Artest blocked the block, the ball went out of bounds, and the Mavericks served from the sideline.

Terry serves.

"Press!" Artest yelled without looking back.

This is the background of Artest's best defensive player.

Lead the team with one's own defense.

How could the king's generals dare not follow, they hurriedly pursued and defended in place, and pressed their opponents tightly.

Snake Moore wrapped his arms around Dampier.

Artest locked Harris, who is good at speed.

Miller covered Uncle Huo who was shorter than him.

The two defensive colanders Udrih and Martin are also smart, double-teaming Jiang Hao!

On the sidelines, Seeus saw this scene with a confident smile on his face.

Artest, it has to be Artest, he blocked the shot with one hand, and then pressed again, yes, work harder, and give Lao Tzu back the score.

People panic and lose their minds!

Terry seemed to be possessed by a Polish celebrity, and he took the ball and passed it to Artest.

Artest reacted fast enough, this is what he wanted.

Without the slightest hesitation, his legs accelerated, and he took a big step "咚咚咚~" and went straight to the calf's basket.

But he didn't choose to score the first time.

Instead, he chased behind him out of the corner of his eye to see if anyone was chasing him.

At this moment, Artest's thinking was to wait for the opponent to chase and block the shot and hit a three-pointer.

Backfired.

The Mavericks have no one to chase.

Dampier and Uncle Huo couldn't catch up even if they wanted to.

Terry was still in a daze outside the touchline.

Harris does have speed, but he has self-knowledge. First, he can't hold Artest down when he catches up, and second, he may lose a foul.

What about Jiang Hao?

Not chasing at all.

What are you doing chasing after?Counting on his just-passed bounce to block Artest?

Seeing that no one was chasing after him, Artest easily hit the cricket into the net.

80: 79.

"Hmph~" Artest retreated back halfway, snorted coldly at Jiang Hao, and yelled with disdain on his face, "People from the Dragon Kingdom, the sick man of East Asia!"

Artest's words are incredible.

Jiang Hao didn't do anything, and immediately angered one person.

It is dj Yongqiang!

The sound of the sick man in East Asia was loud and loud, and Yongqiang was only 7 or 8 meters away from it, so it could be heard clearly.

How can this be tolerated!

"Artest!" Yong Qiang's expression changed instantly, he pointed at Artest, and shouted sharply, "Dog thing, I | day | your grandma!"

I don't know where Yongqiang acquired his English, which is a fusion of Chinese and Western, but Artest understands it completely anyway.

Do you understand this?

Artest's temper was not small, and he strode straight to Yongqiang on the sidelines with his thick thighs.

"Hey~" Seeing Artai rushing towards him like a ghost, Yong Qiang secretly rejoiced in his heart, "I'm a fool, brother, just use any aggressive method, and you will be sent off, no! Not only sent off, but also dare to hit people? No Punish you a dog | tens of thousands of knives from your mother!"

Artest approached step by step, Yong Qiang not only showed no fear, but directly sent his face forward, saying in his heart, "Come on! Come on and beat brother, whoever doesn't beat you is the son of a bitch!"

At this moment, the audience was completely silent.

Seeing that the scene is about to stage an irregular street fight!

Gu Yongqiang's small body and Artest's door-like figure are definitely crushing.

These free citizens of the United States are excited. There is an old saying, who thinks it's a big deal to watch the excitement?

It's really no one organized, someone organized, and the rhythm can be shouted out immediately!

At this time, Artest's mind went blank.

What a Palace of Auburn Hills.

What is punished for hitting someone.

Let me ask for it all!

A mere yellow-skinned dj is nothing, and I beat you for nothing!

Seeing that Artest is only one meter away from Yongqiang!

What a Yongqiang, it's no wonder that he is an upright old man who came out of the black land!unmarried man!

Stiffed his neck, he didn't forget to take off the Tyrannosaurus glasses that Cuban gave him and hide them.

He also said, "Come on! Dog, if you are capable, give your grandpa Yongqiang a good time!"