roccoschili Chapter 533
Chapter 533
Chapter 533
In Zhao Ke's heart, there are ten thousand grass mud horses galloping...
No wonder Ao Pang would complain about the "shark hacking tactics", the feeling of being hacked——
Really, no, cool!
Although the referee gave Zhao Ke three more free throws, with Zhao Ke's free throw percentage, the probability of getting all three points is still extremely high.
Moreover, this probability is higher than hitting a three-pointer.
What's more, Eddie Jones also caught a foul!
Obviously, this is a question with added value.
But this kind of scoring is completely different from the comfort brought by a silky three-pointer with a clean shot and a smooth three-pointer!
It's like being forced by Xiao Wu in a night full of petals, aromatherapy, and candlelight...
Zhao Ke shook his hands with a gloomy expression.
He wondered if he should give Eddie Jones a warning.
Didn't make a shot this season, do the scumbags think I can't lift a knife?
Zhao Ke's wrist was red again, and the injury was getting worse, and the swelling became more and more obvious, which looked quite scary.
Light-colored people are not good at this point, they are easy to give the enemy obvious results, and they will panic when looking at them, which hurts morale, and it is easy to scare themselves.
Like black people, they will not be red, at most they will be a little swollen, and if you don’t look carefully, you can’t see the injuries at all. If you are photographed, you will look like a normal person. What should you do?
Or, dark skin has higher defense?
Zhao Ke hasn't made up his mind yet, should he make a move now to show Eddie Jones some color.
But the point of the matter is, this is just a common foul.
Twenty or thirty times a game this happens, thugs, it's not uncommon.
Getting mad at this time, isn't it a bit of a fuss?
Eddie Jones, however, had been keenly aware of Zhao Ke's anger and hostility, and quickly ran to the referee, pretending to bow his head and admit his mistake, but actually seeking protection.
An old fritter who has been in the alliance for more than ten years, this desire to survive is different!
The referee signaled Zhao Ke to go to the free throw line.
The best time to violently hurt people has passed, and any revenge by Zhao Ke at this time will only have one result:
Zhao Ke was expelled and even suspended...
It's not a good deal.
Maybe the Miami Heat are waiting for Zhao Ke to go crazy!
What could be more enjoyable than using an old Eddie Jones to exchange the strongest firepower of the Charlotte Bobcats?
Zhao Ke sighed, the so-called wall stands a thousand feet high, one can be strong without desire.
The Charlotte Bobcats want to hit the [-]-game winning streak in the playoffs, win the championship undefeated, and become a dynasty!
During this process, Zhao Ke cannot be absent. Now that he has scruples in his heart, he can't be happy to kill Hua Xiong with warm wine!
Zhao Ke gave Eddie Jones a vicious look.
Let you go, old boy, this time!
As a result, Eddie Jones spread his hands and shrugged, with a look of indifference——
What's wrong, come and hit me!
Ouch, my temper...
Zhao Ke felt a wave of hostility, and went straight to Tianling Gai from the Yongquan Point, the power of the prehistoric frenziedly gathered from all directions, he wanted to die!
Just as he was about to attack, suddenly a man grabbed Zhao Ke's neck.
Turning around, it was Gerald Wallace.
This guy used his body to block Zhao Ke from going to Eddie Jones, hugged him as he walked towards the free throw line, and said in a rambling manner:
"Boss, calm down, calm down. Impulse is the devil, impulsiveness is a pair of handcuffs and a pair of bra..."
Zhao Ke couldn't hold back anymore, he let out a hey laugh.
Ma Dan, this is not the Spring Festival Gala, what burden are you shaking!
Gerald Wallace's reaction was really fast. He knew Zhao Ke better and saved Eddie Jones' life by the way.
That's all, that's all, the big things are the most important.
Zhao Ke dissipated his prehistoric power, clapped his hands, and walked to the free throw line.
The pain made the whole right hand numb. If you close your eyes, Zhao Ke's brain will send a wrong perception——
The right hand is about two circles bigger than the left hand...
Slowly lifting the basketball, Zhao Ke's heart suddenly brightened:
This is what they want!
The Heat want to cut the flesh slowly, not hesitate to use the method of injuring the enemy eight hundred and self-injury one thousand, constantly attack Zhao Ke's wrist with fouls, and castrate Zhao Ke's fiery touch little by little.
Aren't your hands hot?
Is it still hot?
Yay bah, I said that there is something weird everywhere on the field, and this group of souls in Miami actually have such sinister intentions!
Pat Riley's eyes are really poisonous!
This move really hit Zhao Ke's weakness.
What is Zhao Ke's greatest reliance?
system!
He is an anti-human big hanger!
Although the system is down now, what Zhao Ke relies on the most is the legacy of the system——
Fiery touch!
But the hand feel is different from the unreasonable skill packs. It still obeys some kinematic principles. It can be icing on the cake, but it can’t help.
However, now that the wrist is injured, and one hand is two big, how can there be any hand feeling at all?
Zhao Ke became a mortal again.
Or a mortal with a broken wrist.
This is how to do?
Zhao Ke was distracted and made free throws out of order.
The first free throw hit the front of the basket, it was iron.
The second penalty was too powerful, and he swam around the basket and fell out.
The third penalty was finally scored, and the face was not lost.
There was no discussion this time. After executing the free throw, Don Nelson quickly replaced Zhao Ke with Matt Barnes.
The team doctor is already there.
Asked Zhao Ke to follow him to do a few moves, and looked at it carefully for a long time, but he didn't dare to draw a conclusion. He suggested that after the match, we should take a film first...
Don Nelson has always been people-oriented, and everything is possible when players are healthy.
Playing with injuries?
Don't even think about it!
So, Zhao Ke put on his training clothes and wrapped an ice pack around his wrist.
There are 4 minutes and 33 seconds left in the first quarter.
The score is:
16:23
The Charlotte Bobcats led by 7 points.
But Zhao Kegou took it.
It's hard to say where the game is headed.
Zhao Ke was frowning, Don Nelson looked at him, folded his arms and said with a smile:
"What's the matter, Bitter Melon Zhao?"
Zhao Ke didn't speak, I was very annoyed, I wanted to be quiet.
Don Nelson didn't care, and said leisurely:
"Some people look pretty, but they have no brains..."
Zhao Ke rolled his eyes, who can compare his brains with an old monster like you!
It suddenly occurred to him that Don Nelson had asked him to use his brain on the field before, but before he had time to use his smart brain, he was kicked out.
"Old man, why am I out of my mind?"
Don Nelson tilted his head, stared at Zhao Ke somewhere with great interest and said:
"If someone wants to hit you on the wrist, why don't you just give in? What if someone beats you up? You kid wants to enter the palace?"
Zhao Ke felt guilty.
"I, I didn't accidentally..."
"Fart, how could you be careless on the court?"
"Based on your style of play, Reggie Miller, whose body is a hundred times worse than yours, might be retired in his rookie season..."
Don Nelson taunted him mercilessly.
Zhao Ke stared at the sky speechlessly:
What's the use of me wanting this whole body of tendons?
PS: Ask for various tickets o(∩_∩)o ~
(End of this chapter)