NBA: My template has no limit

At the end of the first quarter, the score was 9-17, and the Bucks had not even reached double digits in points.

On offense, Robinson made only 1 of 6 shots, a dismal shooting percentage.

To make matters worse, with Big Dog's shooting percentage so low, the Bucks' interior defense was once again completely outmatched!

The Hawks outrebounded the Bucks 5-2 on offense, leaving the Bucks with virtually no second-chance opportunities!

Sherman lost possession twice in a single round to Brelock, which affected his mentality and led to frequent mistakes.

Sherman's offensive arsenal is concentrated on mid-range shots and layups, lacking three-point shooting ability, leaving the Bucks with only Xu Feng on the three-point line.

Smith stayed close to Xu Feng throughout, while Blelock left Sherman open for pressure, and the two locked Xu Feng down on the perimeter.

"Glenn isn't playing well today. We can't let him keep playing one-on-one. Our pace is too slow right now, and if we keep going like this, the Hawks' defense will shut us down! Chris."

Coach Dick said, looking at the tactics board.

Chris crossed his arms, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "Hmm... we should wait a bit longer. This is only the first quarter. What if Glenn gets into a better rhythm? Let's trust his ability to adjust."

"Believe? It's not that I don't believe him, it's just that now is not the time to say I believe him. Why don't we let Newman come up and create space for Xu Feng to isolate and attack? Have you forgotten what happened when we played the Heat?"

Chris shook his head and didn't say anything more. Coach Dick helplessly covered his forehead.

On the court, Robinson's one-on-one play continued. At a 45-degree angle on the right side of the frontcourt, Robinson, with his back to goal, used his elbow to push Leitner aside, lowered his center of gravity, and made a series of feints with his left shoulder, preparing to overpower Leitner.

Sherman stopped the ball at the top of the arc, hesitated for half a second, and then lobbed it to him. The moment he received the ball, Mutombo suddenly shrunk down from the weak side, opened his large hands, and stared intently at the ball's trajectory.

Robinson pushed aside Leitner with a low shoulder, turned and slid towards the baseline, but failed to score in one-on-one situations. He exerted too much force in his movements and staggered half a beat.

He pushed past his opponent and jumped to prepare for a layup. Mutombo rose from the spot, his long arms blocking out the sky, his fingertips pressing completely onto the basketball.

"Snapped!"

A volleyball block! The ball was swatted back to the backcourt, bounced high on the floor.

Robinson was thrown off balance by the hat in mid-air, landing with his hands on his knees, his face ashen.

"It's Mutombo again! His third block of the game—he's dominating the paint!"

"Robinson was completely shut down today; his one-on-one efficiency was terrifyingly low!"

Boos from the fans echoed once again at Bradley Center.

"Trude Glenn! Trude Glenn!"

"We need Xu Feng to attack! We need Xu Feng!"

Xu Feng stood outside the three-point line, once again becoming a spectator. The already difficult game was made even worse by Da Gou's overconfidence.

"Xu Feng, you take the ball and initiate the attack! Robinson, pass the ball more. Basketball is a team sport, not a one-man show!"

During halftime, Chris, who had been holding back all quarter, finally broke down under the immense pressure from the home fans and began to speak.

Xu Feng nodded slightly, while the big dog's expression turned ugly.

Robinson felt his ability was being questioned. Although he made 2 of 12 shots, it was because he was being targeted!

When Xu Feng returned to the court in the second half and received the ball, the entire arena erupted in cheers. In the hearts of Bucks fans, Xu Feng receiving the ball meant that the Bucks were about to start their comeback.

After dribbling the ball across half-court, Xu Feng passed it to Sherman on the baseline. Sherman seized the opportunity when Blaylock's defense was lax, took a step forward, and simultaneously broke through with his legs, using his assist hand to row and create space, quickly driving into the paint.

A smooth breakthrough, three steps, and Sherman's low-hand layup!

Bang! Another powerful block!

Mutombo's hand met Sherman's down, and his slap almost knocked Sherman to the ground!

Brelock picked up the ball and passed it to Mutombo for a second attack. Mutombo raised one arm, and Andrew Long blocked his way, but he didn't care and jumped straight up at Andrew Long!

Boom! —

"This is my territory!"

After successfully dunking, Mutombo clenched his fists and pressed them down to his waist, then slammed his right fist into his left chest. He shouted at the audience and looked at Xu Feng, wagging his finger provocatively.

Beep! The referee kindly gave him a T.

Mutombo was met with a chorus of boos from the fans.

In the VIP box, Herb looked grim. The Bucks had been thrashed like this on their own home court!

He really dominated the Bucks' interior defense today. Andrew Long and Vin Baker together couldn't handle him, allowing him to score at will under the basket.

Xu Feng shook his head helplessly; it seemed he had no choice but to attack on his own.

Blake passed the ball to Smith, who faked a back-to-the-basket move against Xu Feng before turning and shooting a jump shot.

Xu Feng jumped at the same time, and his long arm successfully interfered with Smith's vision, causing Smith's movements to become distorted.

Bang! The basketball bounced off the rim.

It was fortunate that it was Xu Feng; otherwise, given Smith's height of 2.03 meters, there really weren't many players in this era who could defend against and disrupt his pull-up jumper one-on-one.

Andrew finally grabbed the rebound! Xu Feng received the ball and quickly launched a fast break!

Boom! —

A powerful dunk between his legs!

Even though it was just a fast break, and even though the Bucks were still down by thirteen points, the crowd cheered wildly for Xu Feng.

Blaylock dribbled past half-court, found Laettner, handed him the ball hand-off, and then set a screen. Robinson, who no longer had possession of the ball, became less aggressive on defense, standing still and watching Laettner bounce to the three-point line.

Leitner took an open three-pointer and made it off the backboard.

At the top of the arc, Xu Feng took a step with his left foot in a crossover motion, turned sideways and pulled the ball up with his right hand in a wide arc, quickly turning past Smith.

Ken Norman's decision to bring Vin Baker out of the paint demonstrates his confidence in Mutombo's individual abilities; he firmly believes that no one can penetrate the paint guarded by Mutombo.

Xu Feng took three big steps towards Mutombo and flew up for a layup. Mutombo raised his hands high and jumped vertically, his massive body almost blocking every inch of space under the basket.

The moment the two collided in mid-air, Xu Feng tightened his waist and abdomen, turned his left hand down to his waist, passed the ball to his right hand, swung his right hand up, and at the same time used his body to forcefully push against Mutombo, squeezing from the baseline to the basket.

A high-angle, mid-air loop layup! Xu Feng flew out from behind the backboard on the other side, the basketball bounced off the backboard and into the basket!

"Unbelievable! What did I just see? Did it fly out from behind Mutombo? It must be! Xu Feng's body looks like it's already out of bounds!"

"A divine move has been made again! Who's on the field, Dr. J? No, Dr. Xu!"

The two commentators on the commentary booth could hardly sit still. They were so envious of the fans below who were able to stand up, raise their hands, and celebrate this amazing goal without any restraint!

Dick was both excited and annoyed, and he yelled at Chris:

"I told you a long time ago, we should have given the ball to Xu Feng. If you had substituted Glenn in the first game, we might have had a chance to win!"

Chris shook his head: "But Robinson didn't do anything wrong. We can't just bench our star player for no reason!"

The counterattack continued, and Blelock, affected by the atmosphere, lost possession to Sherman when he tried to slow down the pace of the attack.

Another fast break, and Xu Feng slammed the ball home!

His response was Mutombo's self-rebound and dunk!

The rim trembled, the crowd erupted—it was a dunking extravaganza, and the Bradley Center felt like the NBA Slam Dunk Contest venue!

Xu Feng held the ball, facing Smith. He stood with his feet apart, suddenly took a large, crossover step, and made a sharp change of direction in front of his body.

At the same time, Xu Feng exerted force from his waist, lowered his body diagonally forward, and without hesitation, instantly shook off Smith by half a body length.

Despite being the same height, their agility and body coordination are completely different!

At the free-throw line, Xu Feng made a move that shocked the entire arena: he threw the ball forcefully toward the backboard!

"He threw the basketball away. Was that a floater? No, no, that was a fucking dunk!" Jon was so shocked that he unintentionally swore.

But no one noticed; everyone was watching the young man on the field.

The basketball flew over Mutombo towards the backboard and then back again. Mutombo hadn't even bothered to defend it. His brain went blank; he couldn't believe that rookie would actually dare to make such a move.

When Xu Feng caught the basketball in mid-air, he finally came to his senses and quickly jumped to block it.

It's too late!

Boom! ———

Xu Feng successfully made Mutombo remember his size, just like Iverson did back then.

"Mutombo is paying a heavy price for his harsh words on camera!"