Coach: Coaching the Grizzlies at the beginning, playing the bantam

Brunson had just completed an amazing three-point shot, and the sound of the basketball passing through the net was like a horn of victory, echoing in the Staples Center.

He rarely showed his passionate side and waved his fist in the air. His usually calm and composed face was now filled with excitement.

He turned around and let out a deafening roar to the Lakers fans at the scene, and shouted loudly: "No one can stop me!"

At this moment, Brunson seemed to have transformed into a god of war on the court. Every cell in his body was burning, releasing endless energy.

However, in this passionate moment, he did not notice that there were three referees standing on the sidelines, with complicated emotions in their eyes.

Brunson's outstanding performance not only touched their hearts, but also made the Lakers on the sidelines more fearful.

James stood outside the three-point line, staring at Brunson with a sharp gaze.

He thought to himself that this young man was in too hot a state today and he had to quickly knock him down.

So, in the Lakers' next offensive round, James and Wall once again launched a pick-and-roll tactic.

This is their tried and tested killer weapon, but today, the Nets don't seem to be willing to give in easily.

The Nets still adopted the strategy of actively taking the ball without switching defense. James and Wall shuttled back and forth outside the three-point line, as if they were dancing a carefully choreographed dance.

However, no matter how they changed the rhythm and angle, Brunson always stood like a stubborn reef.

James played pick-and-rolls with Wall three times, but failed to switch Brunson in front of him.

Seeing that he had no chance, James could only pass the ball to Wall helplessly and direct the other teammates to move away.

The right side of the court suddenly became empty.

After Wall received the ball, facing Brunson, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

He began to fake a series of cross-legged dribbles, and each cross-legged dribble seemed to be teasing Brunson's nerves.

After dribbling the ball between his legs about three times, Wall suddenly accelerated and forced a breakthrough on the left.

Brunson reacted very quickly. He quickly adjusted his pace and tried to block Wall's breakthrough route.

However, Wall's speed and explosiveness are extraordinary after all.

Seeing that Brunson was about to be passed by Wall, Cousins ​​saw it clearly from the side. He could only temporarily let go of his defense on Davis and rush to help Brunson defend.

Wall was quick-eyed and quick-handed. The moment he saw Cousins ​​moving, he immediately passed the ball.

After Davis received the ball in an open position, he jumped with all his strength, ready to complete a powerful dunk.

Cousins ​​was obviously a step too slow to defend at this time, but even so, he was still unwilling to give up easily.

He jumped up with all his strength, stretching his arms in the air, trying to interfere with Davis' shot.

With a bang, Cousins' palm hit the basketball in Davis' hand hard, and the basketball flew away.

However, at this moment, Cousins' palm accidentally hit Davis' forearm.

Beep—the referee's whistle sounded immediately, sharp and piercing.

The eyes of all the fans in the stadium were focused on this moment, and the referee's gesture pointed to Cousins ​​without hesitation - defensive foul.

There was nothing wrong with the foul call, and Cousins ​​didn't complain, but his face looked a little helpless and frustrated.

He was well aware that he had received his fourth foul just over four minutes into the third quarter.

This means that he will be sent off and rest soon.

Cousins ​​walked slowly to the sidelines, his back looking a little lonely.

He knew that his departure would undoubtedly be a huge blow to the team.

However, at this moment, Brunson walked over and patted Cousins ​​on the shoulder gently, his eyes full of encouragement and determination.

"Don't worry, Cousins, we will hold on." Brunson's voice was low and powerful, like an invisible force injected into Cousins' heart.

Cousins ​​nodded, looked at Brunson gratefully, and then walked silently to the bench.

He knew that although he could no longer fight on the court, the team's spirit and fighting spirit would never be extinguished.

On the bench, Nets head coach Lu Yong stared closely at the situation on the court with a sharp gaze, and he already had a plan in mind.

"Claxton!" Lu Yong suddenly waved at the young player sitting at the end of the bench, his voice low and powerful.

When Clarkston heard this, he jumped up as if he was electrocuted.

His face was filled with excitement and anticipation, and he quickly walked to the sidelines, ready to welcome his moment.

In the first half, Cousins ​​performed poorly due to foul trouble. Lu Yong tried to let Robinson come on as a substitute, but the effect was not ideal.

Although Robinson has an advantage in strength, he seems to be a little overwhelmed when facing the extremely fast Davis.

Therefore, Lu Yong decided to change his strategy and send in the speed-type inside player Claxton in order to change the situation in the second half.

Clarkson walked and changed his jersey quickly, his heart filled with excitement.

However, just as he was about to step onto the court, Lu Yong suddenly called him.

"Claxton, come here." Lu Yong waved at him, motioning him to come to him.

Clarkson came over with a puzzled look on his face and asked, "What's wrong, coach? Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Lu Yong nodded, his eyes revealing determination and resoluteness: "After you go on the court, you must show strong enough defensive aggression. Don't worry about fouls. As long as the Lakers players want to dunk, just use fouls to pull them down. The action must be fierce. It is better to be called for a flagrant foul than to let them score easily."

When Clarkston heard this, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

He knew that at this point in the finals, there was no room for mercy.

As long as you don't intentionally injure the opposing players, a more aggressive foul can actually boost the morale of your own team.

"Coach, are you trying to accumulate enough fouls as soon as possible so that you can use foul tactics against James?" Claxton asked in a low voice. His basketball IQ is not low and he understands many things at a glance.

Lu Yong smiled and nodded without replying.

He did have such a plan. He wanted Claxton to use fierce fouls to prevent the opponent's dunks. Not only would it make the Lakers players feel afraid and increase the morale of the Nets, but it would also help him reach the number of fouls as quickly as possible so that he could "cut" James and force James to go to the free throw line.

While Lu Yong and Claxton were talking, Chinese fans on the other side of the ocean were watching the game through live broadcast.

When they saw Lu Yong replace Cousins ​​with Claxton during dead ball time, they all cheered him on and sent comments of support in the live broadcast room.

"Come on, Claxton! Give Davis a good lesson!"

"Claxton, take advantage of your physical talent, the Nets' restricted area depends on you!"

"Young man, just go for it! Don't be afraid of fouling, just don't let them score easily!"

"Coach Lu's move is really brilliant! Claxton will be a spoiler and let those Lakers guys know how powerful we are!"

"Claxton, you are our hope! We must show our momentum and let the Lakers see how powerful we are!" "Come on, Claxton! Let the whole world see your strength! The Nets will win!"

The fans were passionate, and every comment from them seemed like a force that injected into Clarkson's heart.

After changing his clothes, Clarkson returned to Lu Yong again.

He took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with determination.

"Coach, I'm ready." Clarkson's voice was low and powerful, as if he was swearing an oath to Lu Yong.

Lu Yong nodded and patted Clarkson on the shoulder: "Go, boy. I believe you can do it."

With the referee's whistle, the game started again.

Claxton rushed onto the court like a beast, his eyes full of desire to fight.

He knew that at this moment, he was not only fighting for himself, but also for the coach, the team, and all the fans who supported the Nets.

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On the field, the lights were bright and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Brunson frowned slightly, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He knew very well that Cousins' foul was actually just to help him clean up his mess.

If he had not been passed by Wall so easily, Cousins ​​would not have committed that valuable foul and would not have been sent off.

Watching Cousins ​​leaving the court dejectedly, Brunson felt an indescribable sense of self-blame in his heart.

He knows that as a member of the team, he can't always rely on the sacrifices of his teammates to make up for his own shortcomings.

This summer, he must make changes, must do strength training, and improve his defensive ability.

He didn't say how good he wanted to be as a defender, but at the very least, he couldn't become the team's defensive weakness and couldn't be continuously targeted by opponents.

Just like in the previous round, Wall's breakthrough caught him off guard.

He should have been able to defend it, but it always felt like he was just a little bit short of it.

That slight lack of strength and speed made him look a little embarrassed under the attack of his opponent.

But at this moment, Brunson made up his mind to practice defense well this summer to make himself stronger.

Soon, Davis stepped onto the free throw line.

His eyes were determined, as if he wanted to convert every free throw into a score.

The first free throw, with a bang, the basketball bounced high but failed to hit the basket.

The Lakers fans on the sidelines sighed with regret.

But Davis was not affected by this. He took a deep breath, adjusted his state and prepared for the second free throw.

The second free throw, with a swish, the basketball passed through the net and fell steadily into the basket.

Davis made one of two free throws, helping the Lakers narrow the score gap with the Nets.

The Lakers fans on the sidelines suddenly became excited, cheering for Davis' score and being excited about the team's pursuit of points.

However, the Nets were not discouraged.

They knew the game was not over yet and every point mattered.

Looking back, the Nets launched an attack. Brunson quickly advanced with the ball and met Wall's defense.

Claxton, who had just come on the court, decisively stepped up to provide a screen for Brunson. With the help of the pick-and-roll opportunity, Brunson successfully got rid of Wall's defense.

At this time, Brunson was not in a hurry to accelerate the breakthrough.

He knew clearly that there was another Davis waiting for him under the Lakers' basket.

Forcing a layup against Davis' defense is not a good option, as it is like hitting a rock with an egg.

Therefore, Brunson deliberately slowed down, chose to use his back to block Wall behind him, and then moved towards the inside little by little.

Wall was very anxious behind Brunson. He wanted to go around him, but was afraid that Brunson would suddenly step back and shoot a jump shot.

He could only stick close to Brunson's body and try his best to disrupt his rhythm.

However, Brunson seemed to see through Wall's mind. He always maintained a steady pace and rhythm, making it impossible for Wall to find a chance to break through.

Finally, Wall lost his patience.

He moved sideways, trying to get around Brunson from the side.

But as soon as he moved, Brunson keenly noticed the change in Wall's footsteps.

He immediately took a step to the other side and then made a quick stop and jump shot.

Wall had no choice but to watch the basketball draw a beautiful arc and then hit the target with a swish.

Brunson scored again on the offensive end, and he almost single-handedly helped the Nets widen the score gap.

Brunson was extremely excited after scoring the goal. While retreating to the backcourt, he pounded his chest with his fists, his face full of ferocity and confidence.

His performance seemed to be announcing to everyone: I, Brunson, am the controller of this game!
Suddenly, the Lakers fans at the scene booed.

They don't want to see Brunson being so arrogant, and they don't want to see the Nets act recklessly on their home court.

However, Brunson did not hold back on his edge.

He knew that this game was his stage to prove himself and his chance to show his strength.

Seeing Brunson score again on the offensive end, domestic commentators Yang Yi and Wang Meng cheered loudly, as if they were infected by Brunson's wonderful performance. The entire commentary booth was filled with their excitement and enthusiasm.

"Oh my, Brunson has been killing like crazy recently!" Yang Yi shouted excitedly, his voice full of admiration and amazement for Brunson's performance.

He stared at the screen with eyes wide open, as if afraid of missing any wonderful moment.

"That's right, that's right!" Wang Meng also quickly agreed, "Look at him, although he has been targeted on the defensive end, he has been scoring points on the offensive end and helped the Nets to widen the score. This is simply an art!"

Yang Yi nodded in agreement: "Brunson's touch tonight was really outstanding. His performance on the offensive end completely covered up his deficiencies on the defensive end. This kind of touch and this kind of confidence are simply unstoppable!"

"Yes, yes, I totally agree." Wang Meng continued, "Brunson is now in a state like a sharp knife. Whether it is a breakthrough or a shot, he can easily tear through the Lakers' defense. The Lakers players must be having a headache now, not knowing how to defend him."

Yang Yi smiled and continued, "Haha, that's right. Brunson is now performing like a scoring machine, constantly contributing points to the Nets. If he can continue this touch, it may help the Nets kill the game in one fell swoop!"

Wang Meng also waved his arms excitedly: "It's very possible! Brunson's current state is simply unstoppable. If the Lakers want to catch up with the score, they will probably have to work harder!" (End of this chapter)