The answer to realizing the dream of an NBA super forward

The 76ers got the ball to Van Horn, and this time it was Bruce Bowen in front of him.

This is the point that the home team is deliberately looking for, wanting Van Horn to use his height advantage to eat the opponent.

The opportunity was fleeting, and Van Horn was not verbose, turning directly with the ball.

It is said that such a height difference and the work in hand can be played directly, but Bowen's small movements are really too many and too hidden.

His right leg was stuck between the opponent's legs, although he was not tall enough, as long as the opponent turned around, he twisted his knee backwards, and used his patella to push against the opponent's inner thigh.

Van Horn could only slow down the turn in pain, and the ball became sluggish.

Bowen seized the opportunity, secretly exerted force in his hand, and with a light push, Van Horn took two steps forward.

Didi!!

The walk was violated, and the whistle sounded inappropriately.

"This ball counts? The other party has made a force!

Van Horn kept throwing his elbow out in the direction of the referee and gestured several times in succession, but unfortunately the referee's vision was blocked, so he ignored it and stepped forward to warn the opponent.

"Don't delay someone else's serve, and then I'll give T directly!"

[Damn, Bruce is so dirty!]

[This Nima is a waste person's action.]

[I now know what the media says, and Nima doesn't talk about martial arts at all.

Although the referee didn't see it, the fans really saw it, and they were all indignant, and there was a tendency to attack them in groups.

The last bit of incense between Bowen and the 76ers was also consumed by himself.

Whether or not this was Popovich's pre-match instructions, Bowen's character is questionable.

No wonder Ray Allen looked so moved when he faced the media before, it was so sad.

When Bowen played in the Development League, Ray Allen, a fellow countryman, constantly introduced him to tryouts and actively campaigned for him.

As a result, this guy turned out to take revenge and put his foot on the court Ray Allen.

At that time, the big dog Robinson directly waved his fist to meet him, wanting to teach a lesson, and the villain was stopped by Ray Allen.

The latter also excused him, saying that he probably had no intention of doing so.

As a result, in the next round, he moved even more, directly defending in front of him, blocking Lei Allen from smashing the opponent's back with an elbow when he received the ball, and the angry Lei Allen directly moved with him and was finally sent off the field...

"Coach, give me that old dog!"

"Give me all the balls!"

At the time of the official timeout, Rayong reached out to Larry Brown.

His meaning is obvious, let the players opposite Bowen play with him, and let him name this old dog.

14-11, the timeout came back and the game continued.

The 76ers have offensive possession.

Rayong held the ball on the line and beckoned Eric Snow to step forward to block the pick-and-roll.

[Partners, if you want to block and dismantle, you have to find Bowen directly.

[This can be regarded as doing the right thing for heaven, what is it.] Whether

it is a local fan or a Chinese fan, at this moment, I have a mind to let that old dog bleed and teach a long lesson.

Rayong switched to Bowen's direction.

Bowen is a defensive expert on the perimeter, and Rayong's two changes of direction failed to directly open up space.

Of course, that's fine.

You can often see those big cats playing with mice in the community.

It wouldn't be fun to shoot it to death.

Rayong leaned lightly against the other and began to lean sideways, feeling the position of the opponent's arm little by little.

Just as Bowen reached out to the opponent's back, Rayong immediately turned to face the basket, and then hit a powerful ball from the bottom up.

"Boom!"

Bowen's arm didn't have time to be withdrawn, and was directly carried up by the other party.

And Rayong's raised elbow smashed directly on the opponent's chin impartially and completed a pick-and-roll.

The ball goes in, the whistle blows.

And 1 !!

Bowen clutched his chin and took a few steps back before he stopped at the basket.

Reach out and look again, blood!

There was bleeding in the jaw.

You really can't shout injustice with this ball, it's a joint action.

Who told you to wrap your arms around the attacking players?

The team doctor rushed into the scene for emergency treatment.

[It's really relieving, it's not light to look at this time.

[It's long overdue, otherwise this old dog really thinks that he is invincible in the world.

[You should let Marlon's elbow smash over to relieve your anger.]

Bowen,

who was helped off the field, glanced in the direction of Rayong, full of murderous energy.

"Don't go straight down, it's going to be boring."

Rayong did not forget to arch the fire and add a handful of salt.

Bowen wanted to say something, but Duncan held his head down and obediently went down to deal with it.

Rayong slowly walked to the free-throw line, stretching out his hands to enjoy the cheers of the home fans.

Van Horn also deliberately came up and patted the other party's buttocks, "After the game in a while, what do you want to do after taking a shower!"

These words were heard by the opponents on the side, and everyone looked at the handsome Rayong, and then at the slender Van Horn, all of them covered their chins in contemplation, but their bodies took two steps back honestly.

"I'm very good at playing, I can't see it, it turns out that my brother still has this hobby?"

Brandon Haywood, who was usually reticent, shook his shoulders and walked to his place, looked at Van Horn with a little sympathy, and kept shaking his head.

Van Horne, who realized it later, was directly blocked as soon as he opened his mouth to explain, "Don't explain, understand, understand, explain is a cover-up, don't explain."

Just as Rayong was shooting the ball, Bowen, who had already dealt with the bloodstains, also came on the court, and he landed not far behind Rayong, half-crouching.

Rayong raised his hand and shot, and the penalty was steadily slotted.

When they turned around, the two made eye contact.

Parker pushed in and was in Duncan's hands at the top of the arc.

Duncan wasn't greedy this time, glancing at Heywood on the inside and hoisting the ball directly into the hands of the better-placed admiral.

The admiral shook his spirits and hit the board at a small angle with his right hand after two consecutive shakes.

Although Heywood judged the direction, the other party made an extra sideways movement, which still deceived his center of gravity.

It's really practical for the interior players to take this little half a step when they shoot, because they have a big pace.

This small half-step is directly a big misalignment, and it can completely flash enough room to shoot.

"Sink, sink!"

Iverson reached out on the line to greet Haywood a little deeper, which was a signal to give the opponent a single.

Heywood squeezed in desperately, Robinson naturally wouldn't give up the land on the inside, and the two began to wrestle.

Just when everyone was waiting for the two to get in place, Iverson's wrist flicked, and the ball was given to Snow, who cut in from the baseline.

The latter trotted all the way and threw a shot straight away.

[Hahaha, fooled, this is called pointing east and west! ]

It's a pity that the 76ers' bench didn't have two seconds of happiness, and a big hand directly fanned the ball out.

Tim Duncan.

He was not idle, always paying attention to the cut of the little man in both directions of the bottom line, and his strong sense of smell on the court made him quickly react the most correct at that moment.

But before the ball was lost, Rayong, who was wearing the No. 40 jersey, stepped over, grabbed the basketball and smashed it in the direction of the basket!

"If you go up again, you can't make him dunk if you kill him!"

Duncan jumped again, and a pair of long arms pressed over him like a shield from the sky...