roccoschili Chapter 598 The Attacking Black Shell
Chapter 598 The Attacking Black Shell
Chapter 598 The Attacking Black Shell
At 3 minutes and 27 seconds, Rick Carlisle replaced Charles Barkley with PJ Brown.
The old man has reached his limit, sweating profusely, panting like a broken bellows, he almost sticks out his tongue to dissipate heat...
Zhao Ke greeted him with a smile and handed him a towel.
Barkley first gave Zhao Ke a five with his big sweaty hand, and then reached out to take the towel.
Panting heavily, he drank a gulp of Gatorade, wiped his face with a towel, and said stinkingly:
"How about it, did you see that Uncle Charles killed all directions?"
Zhao Ke pointed to the sidelines and said with a smile:
"That's not true, but the girls on the cheerleading team look at you differently!"
Buckley showed a wretched smile, shook his eyebrows and said:
"Cheerleaders always love hero plots, like me..."
Zhao Ke interrupted Barkley's crookedness, put on a serious face and reminded him:
"Charles, you may have misunderstood the hero plot. Obviously, these girls are just envious of your cup size..."
Buckley said angrily:
"Zhao Ke, you are envious and jealous!"
The two were bickering, and Carlisle replaced the in-form Grant Hill with Sean Battier.
The latter was obviously a little dazed, staring at his big flickering eyes:
I'm playing very well, didn't you hear the fans start shouting for MVP, and now I'm off the field, what's going on?
"Grant, this is just the most common game among hundreds of games you will play in the future, you are too anxious!"
Carlisle came over and patted Grant Hill on the shoulder.
Let him cool off the boiling blood on the bench and think quietly.
Maybe it was because he had been holding back on the magic hospital bed for too long, Grant Hill played extremely violently today——
Can dunk but never layup, can break through and never jump shot...
But he is 35 years old after all!
He wasted 6 seasons in the Magic, so it is easy to get injured by playing like this!
Grant Hill covered his head with a towel, he was not stupid.
As soon as Rick Carlisle said, "You're in a hurry," he knew what the problem was.
However, it was one thing to think about it, and he was still a little upset.
It was as if, on a wonderful night, after enjoying the candlelight dinner, red wine, and petal bath, Grant Hill was outputting crazily. A doctor suddenly jumped out, helped him pull out the bayonet, and warned him kindly:
Your kid has a congenital heart disease, don't do strenuous exercise, and calm down...
Well, Grant Hill is a gentleman.
He now clutches the towel to calm down.
What if it was Barkley?
Probably, the ones who ran to the corner to calm down were probably Rick Carlisle and the doctor!
Half a minute later, Greg Oden, Mike Conley and Patrick Beverley came on, replacing Alonzo Mourning, Reggie Miller and John Stockton.
Zhao Ke nodded his nose.
"And me, and me?"
Carlisle shook his head and said:
"Zhao Ke, didn't you just say that you were a little uncomfortable?"
Zhao Ke blinked and said:
"Have it?"
"Have!"
"Well, I do feel a little uncomfortable, where is the discomfort?"
"Eye!"
"Eye?"
"Yes, your eyes were bleeding just now."
"Oh, that's what happened."
Zhao Ke also took a towel, covered his head, and asked for an ice pack from the team doctor, and pretended to apply it to his eyes.
Rick Carlisle let out a sigh of relief, I'm so hard.
Keeping such a big killer, but not being able to use it casually, what a crime!
With this substitution, the momentum on the Memphis Grizzlies field is completely different.
Seeing the five old men playing so passionately, the three rookies were completely suffocated. As soon as they played, the San Antonio Spurs felt like a hurricane.
Especially Patrick Beverly, who directly evolved into a raging pitbull!
In his eyes, the Spurs players on the field have lost their flesh and blood, leaving only white bones all over their bodies——
A very good look!
Hei Bei went directly to Manu Ginobili.
She looked like she was suffering from rabies, and from those scarlet eyes, there was such a shining cold light!
Ginobili interpreted the following message from the cold light:
I wish I could eat his flesh, drink his blood, convulse his tendons, bruise his bones and throw up ashes...
The Argentine shuddered.
Mommy, this nigger is here for revenge!
He quickly looked through the girl papers he had dated in his mind, brother's taste is not heavy, there are no black people?
Could it be that this black boy has a white girlfriend?
That's hard to say...
No, you have to stay away from this kid, Ginobili began to run without the ball.
After running around, he found out.
Useless!
This black boy is very fast and spares no effort.
Not only can it keep up with the demon knife, but it can also predict!
Blocked in front of the demon knife several times, if it wasn't for Ginobili's snake-like twist, he would have been fouled by this black boy...
Ginobili is a little angry!
Is this the temperament a rookie should have?
Is this the temperament a veteran should have when facing a rookie?
Argentines are men who catch bats with bare hands. What pit bulls are they afraid of?
"Boy, you managed to piss me off!"
Ginobili rested his elbow on Beverly's chest and squeezed out the words through his teeth.
Beverly grinned.
Then, he probably thought of something, shut up quickly, and changed into a zombie face
Although Beverly changed his face quickly, the moment he grinned was keenly captured by the Argentine.
Ginobili was depressed.
To speak harshly, to be ridiculed by a rookie!
"Boy, is what I said ridiculous?"
Ginobili thought to himself that there was nothing wrong with what he said just now.
Beverly grinned again, and whispered:
"Oh, our boss said that every boss will say something useless before being defeated, for example, you successfully angered me..."
"Why am I asking such a stupid question?"
Ginobili felt that at least one-third of the blood on his body had flowed up to his neck in just one sentence!
"Hey Tony, give me the ball!"
What kind of nerves do you send out?
Popovich raised his eyebrows on the sidelines. Is it floating, or do you think I can't lift a knife?
Parker passed the ball, and it is rare for Ginobili to take the initiative to ask for the ball. Satisfy him once!
As soon as basketball started, Ginobili felt attacked by a pit bull!
Of course, no.
Beverly just took advantage of Ginobili's momentum and crashed into his arms.
How tall is this black boy?
Does he have an exoskeleton?
Why does hitting someone hurt so much?
Ginobili made a snake breakthrough, twisted, twisted, twisted again...
Beverly has always stuck to the Argentine, not only that, but in the process, he has always used his hardest part to hit the opponent's softest place...
This is a tarsus, hmm dog!
Ginobili is going crazy. After playing in the NBA for so long, this is the first time he has been forced into this position.
Even breaking through, they are walking so fast!
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(End of this chapter)