roccoschili Chapter 445 Why Don't You Attack
Chapter 445 Why Don't You Attack
Chapter 445 Why Don't You Attack
The Charlotte Bobcats attacked, and Zhao Ke continued to face Iverson.
"Idol, how about I wear your crotch too?"
Zhao Ke said with a smirk while dribbling the ball.
"You can try."
Iverson laughed worse than him. With Iverson's agility, wearing the crotch is equal to passing the ball.
There must be a conspiracy here!
Zhao Ke put away such small thoughts and looked up to observe his teammates' running positions.
Yes, unlike those aggressive point guards, Zhao Ke has no compound eyes and no friend-or-foe radar. He has to look up to find out who are teammates and who are opponents.
This time John Salmons did not come to double-team Zhao Ke, but his loyal follower Kyle Korver.
Kyle Korver is the new three-point leader. He has missed three consecutive shots. The probability of the fourth one being ironed is too low...
Everyone has no chance, come one yourself?
Zhao Ke turned around and leaned on Iverson.
Hit back!
"Zhao Ke, you are too shameless for doing this, aren't you?"
In terms of strength, Iverson and Zhao Ke are not at the same level.
"Ha, is the use of force prohibited in the NBA?"
Zhao Ke laughed.
The rush to bully idols is very good.
Iverson beckoned, and John Salmons rushed over again.
Zhao Ke secretly smiled, just waiting for you to come up with this move!
With a flick of the wrist, the basketball flew towards Kyle Korver who was emptied.
"You are too deliberate!"
This is Iverson's voice.
What was faster than his voice were his hands. The basketball passed by Zhao Ke flew less than half a meter before being snatched by Iverson.
What happens if Iverson steals it?
Fast attack of course!
Zhao Ke turned to chase, but bumped into John Salmons.
This kid was strong enough, he was bumped by Zhao Ke, but he didn't fall down, he just staggered back a few steps.
Once delayed by him, Zhao Ke will not be able to catch up with Iverson.
I can only watch helplessly as he completes one-stop fast break dunks and listens to cheers.
"Boss, you don't have to deliberately pass the ball to me. I haven't lost confidence. We played too deliberately and monotonously."
Kyle Korver looked anxious.
Zhao Ke nodded.
Why do I have a feeling that IQ is despised?
In the next round, Zhao Ke took the ball and headed to the basket, but at the last moment he stuffed the ball into the arms of Marcin Gortat.
The Polish Hammers lived up to the assist, dunking with both hands and knocking Dalembert out of the baseline.
"Zhao Ke, don't you want to get [-] points?"
Iverson was a little puzzled.
There is no chance not to shoot, this person can understand.
If you don't make a move when you have a chance, are you overconfident, or too unconfident?
"I'm just bragging, you really believe it!"
Zhao Ke shrugged and looked at Iverson speechlessly.
It seems that everyone has more confidence than me, right?
If they know that I can't get [-] points, will they be very disappointed?
How to do?
Waiting online, very urgent...
"There's something wrong with you kid!"
Iverson stared into Zhao Ke's eyes and said seriously.
"Nonsense, you are wrong!"
Zhao Ke was a little frustrated, but he was still a good friend regardless of whether he knew it or not.
"Then why don't you score?"
Iverson's eyes are discerning.
"I'm practicing organizing offense, don't you agree?"
Zhao Ke panicked.
"Fart, you have two Hall of Fame point guards on your team, do you still need your organization?"
Iverson sneered.
"My pleasure!"
Zhao Ke has run out of words, people are hard to break, big smoked bag!
Iverson shook his head, threw the basketball to Chris Webber, and continued to scan Zhao Ke up and down with CT-like eyes.
"What are you looking at!"
Zhao Ke forced Sichuan dialect to come out.
Iverson whispered: "Zhao Ke, do you have some hidden disease? I know an old Chinese doctor..."
"Xie Te, you have a hidden disease!"
Zhao Ke is going crazy.
He seemed to see that Iverson's eyes became sharper, and he pointed to his head, saying solemnly:
there is only one truth!
Let me go, Allen Conan Iverson, I can't afford to lose my system...
At this time, Chris Webber squeezed away David Lee, forced the inside, and the seductive Marcin Gortat took off to block the block, and then passed the ball to Dalembert.
Dalembert got the ball, jumped behind Massing Gortat, and dunked with one hand.
Well, according to the current world report, the Polish hammer has been buckled!
The flustered Zhao Ke just passed the halfway line and threw a three-pointer far from the three-point line.
The result, of course, is iron.
In the same position, Iverson held the ball and said to Zhao Ke:
"You kid really has a problem, even the three-pointer is good!"
Fuck, is it normal to hit the three-pointer?
That kid Kyle Korver has three irons!
I only iron one, okay?
Iverson didn't wait for Zhao Ke to argue, and raised his hand to score a three-pointer.
It was so sudden that Zhao Ke didn't make any effective defense.
Three points, hit!
The score becomes:
5:15
Less than 3 minutes into the game, the Charlotte Bobcats were 10 points behind!
Don Nelson called a timeout.
However, when Zhao Ke and the others walked down with their heads drooping, Don Nelson didn't say anything.
Just executed substitutions, five ups and downs.
The Charlotte Bobcats lineup is back to normal:
Point Guard: Chris Paul
Shooting Guard: Matt Barnes
Small Forward: Gerald Wallace
Power Forward: David West
Center: Dwight Howard
After playing for another 3 minutes, Don Nelson remained silent and even showed no expression.
Zhao Ke was a little apprehensive.
Did this bad old man see something too?
Don Nelson glanced at Zhao Ke, who was fidgeting, and finally spoke:
"Zhao Ke, do you think Chris' organizational skills are okay?"
"That's great!"
"Then why did you take his job?"
"I……"
Zhao Ke has nothing to say, these bad old men are very bad, and they must not take their words lightly.
"Zhao Ke, how do you define a shooting guard, just talk about it."
Don Nelson took the initiative to change the subject.
"Well, it's just scoring points!"
"Then why don't you score?"
"I……"
Zhao Ke felt that he couldn't continue talking with Don Nelson. If this continued, he would choke to death on eating dates.
"Zhao Ke, if we meet the Pistons in the Eastern Conference finals, shooting guard will be our only hope, because other positions will be strangled. We need a scoring champion Zhao Ke, do you understand?"
Don Nelson still couldn't bear to break through the layer of window paper.
Zhao Ke lowered his head and fell into silence.
In the end, he gritted his teeth, raised his head and said, "Coach, I probably don't have the level of a scoring champion now!"
Don Nelson let go of half of his hanging heart, as long as you can admit it yourself, there are still others!
"You haven't tried it, and you haven't even played a complete game. How do you know that your strength is gone?"
"Coach, I'm not sure about the shot that must be scored now!"
"Silly boy, who can throw the ball that must be scored?"
Back then, I could do it, but Zhao Ke's heart was gloomy.
PS: Thanks to the evil men, the sad guard chicken, a fallen leaf, ., moby list, looking for. . . . , xyz11999,
Book friends 160624170817688, Wonderful One, Fat Tao the Laziest, Lone Wolf, The Sixth Encounter, The One Who Comes to Make Peanut Oil, Tan Xinyueying, Chenjie, Li Jihao, Book Friends 20171207100444231 and other book friends recommend votes to support o(∩_∩)o~
(End of this chapter)