Basketball glory

By the time I safely walked into the Grizzlies' stadium in the evening, almost everyone at FedEx Arena had arrived, and almost half of the seats were occupied by spectators.

You must know that the game only starts in two hours, and it is already so full now. It is simply unbelievable. This is absolutely impossible in normal times.

But this is the fact. Enron has to believe that the current enthusiasm of the Grizzlies home fans has been completely mobilized, and many people even believe that the Grizzlies will have great potential in the playoffs this season.

You can tell by watching the first two games that the current Grizzlies have almost no weaknesses except for three-pointers. They have strong defense, mobility that can be fast or slow, and heart-breaking physical confrontation.

Even Enron himself has an illusion as to whether he can hope to compete in the Western Conference Finals this year.

Of course, the premise is that each player can maintain a good condition and have as few injuries as possible. If, like Tony Allen, he hurts himself in training at the beginning of the game, what will happen when the playoffs come?

An Ran didn't know that her current worries would turn out to be a prophecy a few months later.

On the way to the locker room, An Ran saw a little boy wearing his own jersey, stretching his neck desperately, blowing bubble gum in his mouth and waving to him.

An Ran felt warm in his heart. He also had a fan. He stepped forward to give him a high-five, and then heard him say: "Come on An Ran, beat up that damn Bill and tell him to go back to the north."

A black line emerged from his head. An Ran noticed that this little fan with a "ferocious" face was staring at him angrily. Unexpectedly, he thought he had done something to him.

Could it be that Bill's declaration of war had such great influence that everyone knew about it? An Ran walked into the locker room suspiciously, and was then given a bear hug by Randolph, who had already ambushed him.

Just as I was about to push him away, I heard Randolph's rough voice say: "You are so awesome. You have become a celebrity. Who in the league doesn't know that the Grizzlies have a player named An Ran?"

Almost choking on her own saliva, An Ran glared at her angrily, and then said: "Wow, do you think this is a good thing? It's just that I have become a weapon for Bill and Embiid to quarrel, okay?

Neither of us is a fuel-efficient person, you think it’s really me who has become stronger.”

At this time, Fizdale came over. When An Ran saw him, he quickly said: "Coach."

Fizdale nodded, and then said earnestly: "Who said you are not strong? Although the current data is average, our efficiency is high."

Then An Ran saw him shaking the notebook in his hand. Wherever he looked, he saw the team's efficiency statistics, and he was the one at the top of the list.

After being stunned for a moment, An Ran took the notebook over. In Fizdale's half-smiling eyes, An Ran confirmed the authenticity of the data.

Randolph said with some amusement: "Huh, don't be proud. That's because I played too poorly in the first quarter, and then fell behind by more points. Otherwise, how would you have any room to play?"

There was a "pop" sound, and Randolph was slapped on his big, smooth head. Angrily, he was about to turn around to see who it was, and then he noticed Gasol's eyes that were half-smiling.

"You also know that you didn't perform well. If you hadn't played so badly in the first quarter,

, how could we lose."

Randolph muttered in a low voice: "Just like how well you performed, didn't you find your touch in the whole game? You almost got six fouls and left the game. Isn't that a shame?"

Gasol's face turned dark and he vowed to argue with him, but the people around him looked at the pair with smiles on their faces and had no intention of stepping forward to break up the fight. The two of them then felt bored after a while.

Stopped.

Fizdale slapped his head and said in annoyance: "By the way, you secretly forgot about all the important things because of this memory of mine. Anron, you will start at the starting point this time, Carter will be the substitute, and Baldwin will be Conley's substitute."

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Baldwin looked at An Ran with envy. Now he can get a starting job? He has already gone further and further on the road ahead.

An Ran was stunned: "What, let me start, that's not good, I'm not very familiar with Bill's style of play, and I've never played against such a strong point guard, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up with this experience.

It would be fun if you mess up. You can’t get it back no matter what.”

Randolph also looked at Fizdale with confusion, and hesitated to express his worries: "I think so too. Anron is still a little reluctant to play in the first team now. Defense, awareness, etc. can't keep up.

, it is better to play with the second lineup, so as to ensure the strength and continuity of firepower."

An Ran quickly nodded and expressed his support for Randolph. In fact, he thought so too. It was still too early for him to start the game now.

"You do it when I ask you to do it. You are really verbose and like a girl. Do you think I am confused by this Bill? Do you think I sent you here just because this bet is fun?"

Fizdale's words made An Ran blush. In fact, that was what he was thinking, but he didn't expect Fizdale to say it directly.

"You're not talking. I can't understand what you're thinking. Don't worry, I'm definitely not in a hot head. Today there are only four defenders on the field. If you don't go up, who will go up? Young people should exercise more and take care of the elderly.

Well."

Fizdale casually glanced at Vince Carter, who was eating lemons on the table, and suddenly felt a soreness in his mouth, and then saliva flew out, and he didn't dare to look at it anymore. Who knows he had such a habit, before the game

Eat lemons.

An Ran glanced around after hearing this, and suddenly realized that there were indeed only four defenders here today as Fizdale said.

"Where's Andrew Harrison? Why didn't he show up here?" An Ran asked in confusion.

Vince Carter gasped, as if his teeth were about to fall out due to citric acid, and then said: "He injured his hip, probably because he sat on the floor for too long in the last game, so he has to take a truce. By the way, remember to take care of the elderly.

Oh man, I only need to play for 20 minutes, and you have to support me the rest of the time."

Vince Carter's words made An Ran feel a little bit pressured, but he still nodded firmly. Baldwin looked at An Ran enviously, showing mixed emotions.

Seemingly noticing this, Fizdale immediately said: "You have to play hard at the point guard. John Wall is a defender who is ranked among the All-Stars. If he is suppressed, we will use our physical strength to kill him. Baldwin

I know you have surprisingly good endurance."

When the head coach said this, Baldwin's face turned slightly red.

The little worries disappeared.

Sure enough, after today's starting lineup was handed in, almost everyone paying attention to this game was surprised.

There were whispers everywhere in the stadium, with three or two people discussing the formation.

"This... am I right? The defender has asked An Ran to start the game. Is he okay?"

Immediately, a fan of An Ran came forward and said: "Haha, I'm afraid you haven't watched the game very much. An Ran was so fierce when he came on as a substitute."

"You also said that you are just a substitute. The one he wants to play is Wall! Let's see if he can still perform."

"We'll see!" the man said through gritted teeth, hoping that An Ran would have a good fight.

The same scene appears almost everywhere in the United States and China.

The Grizzlies game was relatively early, and Americans could watch it just in time to finish their meal. Moreover, this was the first time it was broadcast live in the United States. People who were attracted by the scolding battle between Embiid and Wall were very interested.

But seeing that Fizdale really sent An Ran into the starting lineup, everyone was really surprised. Aren't you afraid that your players will be beaten and you lose all your confidence?

An Ran, who doesn't care about these things at all, is working hard to warm up. Only by achieving good results can those trolls shut up. Of course, the key point is that the boss promised a luxury yacht party. After listening to Baldwin's encouragement, An Ran also

I really want to go.

The starters sent by the Wizards are: John Wall, Bradley Beal, Polish hammer Gortat, Otto Porter, Markieff Morris

The Grizzlies sent: Mike Conley, Enron, Marc Gasol, James Ennis, Jamal Caughlin

From the perspective of the lineup, the Wizards have a better chance of winning. Two of the five players averaged 20+ per game, and three averaged 10+ per game. As for the Grizzlies, except for Conley and Gasol, everyone else either has experience.

Less, or the score is mediocre.

The configuration of the Wizards is also very reasonable. They have the core of the Polish Hammer inside, double shooters on the outside, and Wall who breaks through at a high speed. At first glance, there does not seem to be any obvious shortcomings.

But An Ran, who had prepared early, knew that their lineup's rebounding ability was really poor. Power forward Morris only averaged four or five rebounds per game, and the Polish Hammers were not known for their rebounding inside.

An Ran silently prayed in his heart that as long as the Wizards' hand didn't explode and they could take advantage of their rebounding ability, they would be able to win.

When the jump ball started, Gasol was the first to get the ball, and then Conley, who was like flying, ran directly with the ball with his fast speed, and succeeded in a one-stop layup, catching Wall by surprise.

In fact, with Wall's speed, not many people in the entire league can keep up, but fast offense does not mean fast defense. After one round, Wall's expression changed, but seeing Conley's thin body, he felt a little relieved.

An Ran, who was running behind, didn't even touch the ball, and Conley scored before anyone even reached the three-point line. Bill sneered.

"Look, aren't you relying on your teammates? Tell me what your use is, and then I'll show you what a real player is."

"Don't play all these bells and whistles. Just fight if you want. We'll wait until you get in." An Ran replied sarcastically without showing any signs of weakness.

When Bill saw this, he immediately asked for the ball.