NBA: Start by torturing Jordan and add points to upgrade

After Lin Tian's dunk, the Knicks once again took the lead.

What’s more important is that Lin Tian’s move once again completely ignited Madison Garden, which had just been a little stagnant!
He is always the atmosphere regulator of the stadium, always the dynamite at home and the silencer on the road.

After scoring the goal, Lin Tian looked at Nash with a teasing look in his eyes: "You want one?"

"I can't." Nash curled his lips. He didn't even know if he could still dunk now.

You let him do this?

Just give him a gun and let him commit suicide.

"Lin's shot was really." Payton pouted his lips and showed his signature expression. He hesitated for a long time but couldn't find any suitable adjective.

"This ball is enough to dunk the shit out of you! Right?" Miller gave a crude but extremely appropriate metaphor.

"Bullshit! Your shit won't be dug out? With your physical condition, you won't be dug to pieces by him?" Payton snorted, expressing his dissatisfaction.

I, 'The Glove', am a legitimate runner-up in the draft after all, and I have extraordinary talent. My physical fitness may not be as good as Lin's, but it is more than enough to bully you, little Miller!
"No." Miller said shamelessly: "I will poop clean before playing against Lin and eat less. At most, he will beat me to a fart!"

As soon as Miller said this, the old bastard Payton immediately started laughing.

These two guys really turned TNT into a vulgar place.

"Boss, don't we really need to stop these two guys?" A TNT executive director said with some concern: "This is a live broadcast across the United States! Aren't these two guys too much?"

"How to stop them?" The leader on the scene said helplessly: "If the two of them come down, will you go up? Or can you find Charles and Kenny? By the time they come back, the game will be over!"

"It's the first time I've discovered that Kenny and Charles are such noble, civilized and easy-going people." The executive director shook his head helplessly. He had no choice but to appoint them.

At this moment on the court, the rhythm of both sides was not much different from that in the first quarter, especially for the genius D'Antoni. Even Lin Tian, ​​old Nelson and others couldn't help but praise him as a genius.

In the second quarter, Nash encountered Lin Tian, ​​who was more ferocious, more aggressive and more ruthless.

This is how you can describe Lin Tian’s current fighting style.

It was almost like this when he had a one-on-one match with Jordan!

You know, when Lin Tian had a one-on-one duel with Jordan, there was no referee. It was all up to the two of them to call fouls themselves, and they both treated the other as the murderer of their father and beat him to death!

It's not a foul if there's no blood, and it's not a foul if you're not hit to the point where you can't stand up.

At that time, their teammate Longley once commented on the one-on-one match between Lin Tian and Jordan.

"I was traveling in Colombia once and happened to see two gangs of at least 5-60 people fighting with knives on the street. Their scale and brutality were at this level."

Jordan and Lin Tian were both quite unhappy with this extremely high evaluation.

Lin Tian: Are you sure it wasn't 5-60 people chasing one person and hacking him? Like when I beat Michael?
Jordan: Are you sure it wasn't just one guy with an AK47 chasing 5-60 people and shooting them? Like I did with Lin.

Longley: Yes, yes, you two are awesome. Go fight to the death in the Colosseum.

On the court, as the game progressed and as time in the second quarter became less and less, Nash, who is known for his perseverance, never giving up, extremely high self-demands and great resilience, was almost unable to hold on.

He felt like it hurt to breathe now.

He thought he might have a broken bone.

Lin Tian, ​​this bastard, is so cruel!

Beat him to death!

How much hatred?

Have I slept with a girl you know or have I offended you in some way?
However, although Nash really couldn't bear it anymore and was feeling pain all over his body before the end of the first half, there was still good news for Nash.

The first half of the game is almost over!
Only 1 minute left!
No matter how hard Lin Tian chases him and hits him, he can only hit two more at most. You can't chase me to our locker room and hit me from behind during the halftime break, right?
Lin Tian: I am willing to do so. As long as you open the door, I will definitely go!

Nash: Thank you!
In the last minute of offense, Nash finally gave up 7 seconds or less. He began to press the time. He wanted to consume as much time as possible.

Maybe this way I can get hurt less often?

Nash, holding the ball, compressed the time to the last 5 seconds before preparing to attack!

He still called for a pick-and-roll, and after a crossover with Martin, there was definitely no time for Nash to pass the ball or break through.

And this guy obviously had prepared a plan long ago.

After the pick-and-roll, he takes advantage of the tiny space to shoot directly!
"Buzz!"

"Shh!"

Two more consecutive shots rang out, and Nash hit a brilliant buzzer-beating 3-pointer!
"Good shot, Steve!" The first person to applaud Nash was Lin Tian.

The guy looked at Nash approvingly and said, "It feels so good! I'm really envious!"

"Shut up!" Nash didn't know why Lin Tian wanted to praise him, but his instinct told him: It's definitely not a good thing!

This guy has 100% bad intentions. This bastard is not a good person!
He must be up to something bad!
"I also have a powerful trick, come and see it?" Lin Tian smiled, ignoring Nash's face full of resistance.

Nash's whole body is now revealing a subtext: Don't come over here! I'm going to scream!

You can scream even if your throat is hoarse, but your coach won’t change defense!
Lin Tian took the basketball and also did not move forward quickly. Instead, he walked steadily to the frontcourt and then made the move that Nash feared the most tonight.

Pull it open! Pull it open!

Endless!

Then Lin Tian simply turned his back and buttocks directly into Nash's hips, making him almost lose his balance.

Then there were continuous collisions, and he pushed Nash all the way to the Suns' basket.

Then Lin Tian suddenly turned around, a commoner who even Sakuragi Hanamichi despised, turned around and shot, the basketball hit the backboard and went into the basket, and the Knicks got 2 points!
"How about my move!" After scoring the goal, Lin Tian looked at Nash with excitement on his face.

It was as if the move he had just made to score the goal was not a simple physical bullying or a bank shot that elementary school students can do, but rather an Armstrong spin-accelerated jet Armstrong cannon.

Lin Tian's expression, as if he had just invented the greatest scoring method in the world, really broke Nash's defense.

"What's so special about this move? Is it special?"

"No! The power of this move lies in that it has no special features, no ornamental features, and no skills. It is not beautiful, gorgeous, violent, or fierce, and it cannot stimulate the surge of adrenaline."

"But he is shameless and can score goals!"

If Nash could defeat Lin Tian, ​​he would definitely rush up and punch Lin Tian.

There is no such thing as bullying!

The fact that he could force Nash, the famous nice guy and good-tempered player in the NBA, to want to punch him was enough to show how ruthless Lin Tian was!
After Lin Tian scored this goal, there were only 23 seconds left in the game!
The Suns just had a complete offensive opportunity.

This time Nash did not hold the ball himself, but ran to the side quickly, then signaled Pierce to dribble across half court. As for himself, he stood at a 45-degree angle on the left, holding his knees with both hands, and did not move.

He needs to take a breath too!

Pierce was also not in a hurry to attack. Instead, he waited for the game time to run out. At this time, the Suns would never give the Knicks any chance to make a final shot. They would rather use up the time completely and put the ball on the ground, rather than leaving the Knicks even 1 second!
It was still the last 5 seconds, it was still the last 5 seconds that the Suns started!
This time, Martin and Marion were the first to move. The two of them approached Nash at the same time and gave him an off-ball double screen to help him block Lin Tian.

Although Lin Tian quickly moved sideways, forced his way through the two men, and chased after him quickly with his advantage in footwork, Nash asked Pierce for a screen. The two men passed the ball to each other at the top of the arc, and Pierce moved sideways and blocked Lin Tian again!

After three consecutive screens, even Lin Tian couldn't keep up with Nash at this moment, not to mention that Nash didn't even stop after getting the ball, but directly jumped up and shot an ultra-long 3-pointer!
"Buzz!"

The buzzer sounded again, and Nash's basketball flew towards the basket again!
"Shh!"

Then, there was an extremely crisp sound!

In the last minute of the first half, Nash made two consecutive buzzer-beating three-pointers!
"Oh! Big heart! Big heart Steve! Steve's two three-pointers are just like me!" Miller shouted excitedly: "This buzzer-beater allowed the Suns to tie the score again! Shut up, you damn nigger, don't interrupt me!"

While Miller was bragging about himself, he did not forget to reach out to stop Payton from speaking and told him to shut up. Poor Payton just wanted to open his mouth, but he was unable to react.

After being stunned for a moment, he was directly controlled by Miller!
"Thanks to Nash's final 6:2 offensive, the Suns successfully turned the score into 70:70 at the end of the first half! The second half will definitely be even more exciting! Okay, let's see you in the second half! Commercial!"

Miller successfully controlled Payton and was so excited! He couldn't wait to announce the end of the halftime broadcast, and then wanted to continue to argue with Payton!
He felt that he had the upper hand in the first half today!
Instant kill!

Easily kill Payton!

So happy!

"It can't end! There's still time, we still have to analyze the game! It can't end!" Unfortunately, Miller's happiness didn't last for two seconds, and the director in the headphones reminded him that it was not time to end the game.

The camera is directly focused on the scene.

Now it was Payton's turn to laugh excitedly.

This idiot, he brought this upon himself, he deserves to die!
idiot!

Idiot!

I’m dying of laughter!
Not to mention how embarrassing this new TNT duo was in the studio.

In the Knicks' locker room, Nelson didn't seem to care that the Suns tied the game in the final moments. Instead, he asked casually, "Do you think Steve can survive the second half?"

"I'll try my best to make him die on the court." Lin Tian smiled and leaned back in his chair. "But they will probably change the matchup in the second half and not let Steve face me. After all, even if D'Antoni is stupid and slow to react, he won't forget to switch defense during the entire halftime break."

"It's hard to say." Old Nelson smiled slyly and said, "He was stupid throughout the first half. How can you be sure that he won't continue to be stupid in the second half?"

"I can't be sure!" Lin Tian thought for a while and shook his head: "The brain waves of a genius and an idiot cannot match. He doesn't understand me, and we can't understand him either."

The conversation between Lin Tian and old Nelson caused laughter in the entire Knicks locker room.

After a burst of laughter, Nelson shook his head and said, "I don't care if he can adapt or not, and I don't care what he is going to do in the second half."

"Anyway, let's change! No matter what he does, let's give him a surprise!"

"Grant, you will replace Matt in the second half. You will play the No. 2 position! If I remember correctly, your post-up skills are quite good! But you are a little too gentlemanly. Can you play like Lin did in the first half?"

"I don't think I can do it against Marion." Hill maintained his usual elegance and relaxation and said, "But if it comes to Steve, I can also join in the task of trying to kill him on the court!"

"Good! Very good! Then in the second half of the game, Lin, Grant and Melo, listen to me, I don't care who Steve faces in the second half, I will beat him to death!" Old Nelson said, "I want him to be so tired that he can't even stand when the fourth quarter starts!"

"Understood!" Lin Tian and the other three said they received it at the same time!
"What if he's guarding me?" Stoudemire suddenly interrupted, saying that he also wanted to join the plan to kill Steve.

"Do you really think D'Antoni is mentally retarded?" Lin Tian waved his hand and said, "He is just slightly stupid and an ordinary idiot, but if you really treat him as a disabled person, that's too much, okay? He is a serious head coach!"

Although they were not leading in the first half and the two teams were tied in the first half, the Knicks locker room was filled with laughter!

At this moment in the Suns locker room, at least D'Antoni was quite happy!

"I know that we are equally matched with them in terms of offense! Our performance in the first half was perfect! I am very satisfied with each and every one of you!"

"In the second half of the game, keep up your intensity! Keep up your ferocity! Keep making the Knicks run around for their lives, and keep playing to our strengths! Let's win our first game in the finals! Let's kill them!"

"Everyone remember, we will play the same way in the second half as we did in the first half! We won't change! We will kill them like this!"

"Unchanged?" Nash couldn't help it, he even took off his shirt, revealing his miserable upper body.

"No change! Our offense in the first half was quite smooth and doesn't need any changes!" D'Antoni was so confident and happy.

"What about defense?" Nash found that D'Antoni didn't even look at him, so he sat down again helplessly.

"Defense?" D'Antoni was stunned.

We still have this thing?

Isn't our defense based on man-to-man defense? We've been playing for three years, what's the point of changing? There's no need!

"Me." Nash couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't wait for D'Antoni to notice, but took the initiative to point at his bruised chest and said, "I was targeted in the first half. I was going to be beaten to death by Lin! I want to switch defense! I can't match up with Lin anymore!"

Steve Nash, the guy whose physical fitness is among the worst in the NBA, the guy who sat on the bench for a whole year after entering the NBA without making even a single complaint or protest, the guy who had just established his foothold in the Suns and was traded to the Mavericks to continue sitting on the bench without any complaints, the guy who waited until the fifth year of his career to finally meet his mentor and mentor: old Nelson, and finally began to enter the public eye, evolving from 'the white guard with a good shot' to one of the Three Musketeers of Dallas.

During those years of waiting, Nash never complained or protested even once, even when he saw his good friend Nowitzki being trained and growing rapidly after joining the team, and even when he saw people like Strickland and Ceballos, who were not as good as him, playing before him.

He never protested.

Even after he became famous and was selected as an All-Star, he was still ridiculed for his poor physical fitness. He was always called "chick" because of his long hair. He was always targeted by opponents because of his poor defense. He was always violently fouled on offense because he looked easy to bully.

Nash never complained about any of this.

Even with Nelson's support, Cuban was unwilling to give him a five-year, $5 million contract and chose to let him leave, leaving his beloved Dallas and his best buddy Nowitzki.

He didn't complain, he endured it all.

Why do I say this?

Nash, who had endured all of this, never complained, and was strong, resilient, and never gave up, was really beaten by Lin Tian and started complaining.

"Mike, I respect you, I respect all your choices and all your arrangements."

"But if you don't adjust, if you don't change your matchup in the game, I will be beaten to death by Lin!"

"But weren't you good at defense?" D'Antoni was stunned for a moment. He really didn't find any problem.

"Good defense?" Nash now felt that D'Antoni and Lin Tian were in cahoots, and these two guys were here to kill him.

"He scored 21 points, 5 rebounds, 7 assists in the first half, and didn't make even one turnover. You call that good defense?"

D'Antoni opened his mouth, and you could tell that he felt a little aggrieved. He must have wanted to say: Hasn't our defense always been like this?
But looking at Nash's angry expression, this guy chose to hold back.

Then he said, "Let's switch, James. In the second half, you go defend Lin and play against him!"

"Is this okay?" D'Antoni said, and then looked at Nash.

"As long as you don't let me defend!" Nash sat back on his stool angrily.

He was upset, very upset!
However, this halftime period also proved one thing.

That is, D'Antoni really has no talent and no sense for defense!
Lin Tian and Old Nelson really overestimated him!
He really isn't that capable! (End of this chapter)