Basketball glory

After leveling the score to 4-4, Fizdale stopped the Grizzlies' momentum with a timeout.

Just when An Ran looked at him in confusion, she found that he was looking at Jamaka Green coming off the court with a serious face, as if the team's win or loss didn't matter.

An Ran turned his attention and found that Jamacao Green was limping off the field!

"What happened?" An Ran wanted to run over to pay attention, but was immediately stopped by Randolph near the center line.

Randolph said coldly: "Don't go, play hard!"

An Ran remained silent and replaced Randolph at this time. What about the second lineup? Who will be responsible for the offense.

You must know that Gasol is a supporting center who has never been known for his scoring explosion. When Enron saw Germartin come up to replace him, he roughly guessed what Fizdale meant.

That is Gasol playing with the second team, sacrificing the firepower of the second team in exchange for the powerful offense of the starting lineup!

"Make me a ball!" An Ran said politely.

An Ran knew what Fizdale meant by putting himself in the starting lineup. He just wanted to use his good breakthroughs to contain the opponent and then allow the starting lineup to score better.

If this is not the case, it would be safer to put the more stable Baldwin at the starting point.

Randolph nodded slightly when he heard An Ran's words. The two of them had cooperated tacitly countless times when leading the second team, so they naturally knew what An Ran meant.

In the defensive round, Wall singled out Mike Conley, but Conley saw the right time and poked the ball out. The two teams were in a stalemate at 4-4 for 2 or 2 minutes, which was very strange.

When Bill saw that he couldn't touch the ball, he became increasingly anxious. He couldn't help cursing Wall in his mind, why he was acting so alone today and didn't even pass the ball a few times.

So he had no choice but to put pressure on Enron: "We are missing a general at the beginning. How will you fight in the future? Jama Cawlin will not come back from this game. Rubbish is rubbish."

An Ran frowned. This was the first time he met an opponent who could talk trash like this. He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed: "What are you talking about? You just sprained your foot and became a glass person in your eyes? I'm telling you Bet he'll be back for this game."

As if he heard some funny joke, Bill burst out laughing. He made exaggerated movements as if he couldn't breathe. He squinted his eyes and said, "Not only is he trash, but so are you! How long have you been on the court? Look at what you have." Contribution? Innocent, cute and innocent."

Bill's words continued to reach An Ran's ears, and An Ran's brows had completely furrowed.

"Well, let's wait and see."

Enron had already run through half the court. At this time, Bill stopped talking and concentrated on dealing with the Grizzlies' attack.

Randolph was asking for the ball in the low post. An Ran noticed where he was standing and immediately ran to the same side of the 45-degree three-point line.

His running position made Bill stunned for a moment, because in his understanding, Anron rarely played this type of passer.

Little did they know that Enron’s most orthodox position was actually point guard!

Randolph noticed Anron's movement, his eyes lit up, he felt the defensive center of the Polish Hammer behind him, and with a slight push, the latter seemed to be facing a formidable enemy.

Randolph's taunting words were very loud. Bill, who was concentrating on defending Anron, heard it, Anron also heard it, and even Ennis in the corner

I heard it all.

"It's just you who can defend me against me alone?"

Randolph's slightly mocking words made the Polish Hammer blush suddenly. He did not respond and just made serious defensive movements.

Randolph smiled disdainfully, and the sound of chuckles made the entire Wizards team feel as if they were being humiliated and wanted to tear him into pieces.

"Don't be fooled, stick to one-on-one defense! Don't give them a chance to pass and cut!" Wall spoke in time, stopping the impulse of others to help defend.

Randolph's eyes lit up, and the way he looked at Wall was a little unusual. This point guard was quite knowledgeable, not bad.

But is this useful? The answer is impossible.

If there is only one person to guard, then I will fight alone!

Randolph is a ruthless man who can stand up to two or three big men at the basket. The name of the Grizzlies is not just blown away.

Even though his age is declining and his speed and rhythm cannot keep up with the faster and faster league, his dominance at the basket is not lacking at all.

Randolph, who was not afraid of physical confrontation, was ready to hit him hard with the Polish hammer and vent his anger.

He exchanged a quiet look with An Ran, and An Ran instantly understood what he meant, with a smirk on his face, but Bill didn't notice it.

Randolph resisted twice in the low post, and then turned around and picked. The Polish Hammer was now paying close attention, putting almost all its strength on defense, so it was naturally impossible for Randolph to shake him up.

In fact, to be fair, Randolph could force the ball to cause a foul or hit it hard, but since he cooperated with An Ran, he no longer has this idea. Unless it is absolutely necessary, wouldn't it be better to play tactics?

No one wants to extend their career, and Randolph is the same. He can't last more than a few years by relying on his body.

Anron was ready to catch the ball in time, and Randolph's ball flew directly over Bill's head and landed firmly in Anron's hands.

Bill: "???"

When he saw the ball in An Ran's hands, he was stunned for nearly a second.

Didn't Randolph just clamor for singles to teach Gortat a lesson? The sound of the muscles hitting just now didn't sound like a fake. What happened? Why did the ball end up in An Ran's hands again?

Bill's stunned look allowed Anron to seize the opportunity. After seeing Randolph pass the ball, he ran towards the three-point line. Anran knew that the plan was going to succeed.

In a disguised form, An Ran broke through from the right side. Bill reacted quickly, but he was already about half a step too late.

In fact, the ball just now was very dangerous. When Randolph passed the ball, it almost missed Bill's scalp.

If Bill turned around at this time, he would naturally be able to see clearly, and it is very likely that this attack would be destroyed.

But Randolph and Anron are not fuel-efficient lamps. If Bill dares to turn around, Anron will definitely make an air cut. When the time comes, Randolph will hit the ground and pass the ball to the empty blue.

After working together for so long, the two of us still have this kind of tacit understanding.

After Randolph ran outside the three-point line, he saw the Polish hammer Gortat following him. He felt happy and immediately ran back and rushed inside.

This move also confused Gortat, who stumbled on his feet and was startled by Randolph's running back.

But I thought to myself: "It doesn't make sense. An Ran has already broken through. Why are you pushing inside now? Wouldn't it be over if you give him a layup?"

The pace slowed down a bit, and Gortat could no longer keep up with Randolph's movements.

After all, it's embarrassing enough to be left behind by a big fat man.

Watching Randolph running to the inside, a bold idea came to his mind! He can't be!

An Ran kept paying attention to Bill's movements, always keeping a step to half a step behind him.

An Ran knew that it wasn't that he didn't want to catch up, but that his good judgment told him that he shouldn't chase the ball.

If he gets too close, the ball will definitely cause a foul, but now the distance is just right, and he can have a chance to block the shot when he gets up for a layup without causing any worries about fouls.

But will the result be that simple? The corners of An Ran's mouth have begun to rise slightly.

Just after reaching the bottom of the basket, An Ran raised the basketball high in his hand and threw it away.

Bill was overjoyed. He didn't expect that Enron would make such a mistake. The probability of scoring this goal was very low. It seemed that he could reach it with his hand. As long as he touched it slightly, it would be a block!

Watching Bill take off, An Ran was already happy. You are finished! Thinking this in her heart, her body honestly slipped out of the bottom line.

A strong gust of wind blew by, as if the air was blown by a big bear running around. Bill's strong sixth sense told him that the situation was very bad now.

But there was no way, he had already flown into the air, and he couldn't look back at this moment to see what happened. Bill tried his best to make himself airborne a little faster, but it was in vain.

Randolph flew into the air and caught the basketball first, and then made a powerful slam dunk.

Randolph dunked! Randolph dunked!

The audience was already excited. From their perspective, it was clear that Randolph's jumping height was based on that of a slam dunk!

You must know that this big-name star of the Grizzlies only dunked about a dozen times last season, averaging only one dunk in three or four games.

This is an inside line, and the number of dunks is really eye-catching.

An Ran saw Bill's twisted face and wanted to set off firecrackers to celebrate: "If you can, I can't punish you. There are many people who can punish you."

As expected, Randolph's black bear body knocked Bill out hard, and the muffled sound made everyone present feel tense, as if they heard some incredible sound.

Bill, who was flying in the air, was forced to change direction like a sandbag. Like an eagle with broken wings, he flew two or three meters away and fell heavily to the ground, followed by another loud noise.

Randolph dunked the ball in like a god descending from the earth, and the strong resistance made him swing twice before he recovered.

At this time, Bill was knocked to pieces. This was the ultimate confrontation of the body in the air. He was directly knocked out. Bill couldn't catch his breath for a while.

After Bill felt that the severe pain in his body had subsided a little, he happened to see An Ran's joking eyes, which seemed to contain endless ridicule, making people want to punch him.

Holding back the anger that was trembling all over his body, it was no exaggeration to say that as long as An Ran said a word at this moment, Bill would definitely explode.

But An Ran's attitude of quietly watching your performance made Bill want to explode but couldn't. He almost suffered internal injuries, which was very uncomfortable.

Randolph's voice came just in time: "The next part is my performance!"

Bill knew he was talking to Gortat, but he still couldn't help but feel a tightness in his chest. He took a few deep breaths to calm down the raging blood.