Bulldozer of the NBA’s Restricted Area

At this time, the battle on the field has entered a white-hot stage. Neither side is willing to lose this game. Almost everyone knows that with less than 10 minutes left in the game, the battle will become more intense, and the coaches on both sides are also I know that the first key node of this finals has arrived.

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"Oakley, listen to me. No matter what method you use, you must kill Li Shengli for me. I must, must, I want him to die on the field!" Pat Riley lowered his voice, like a man who was choosing. The beast that eats people is even more ferocious than the soul of the Bad Boys Legion, Chuck, and the coach has this argument, let alone the players below.

If you are not used by me, you will be killed by me!

Even if Pat Riley secretly really likes Li Shengli, a super dominant penalty area overlord, but in different situations, he can only kill him!

Tactics?

Fuck tactics!

The Knicks have no tactics, because no tactical arrangement can stop Li Shengli from massacring them. If we have to come up with a solution, it is to abolish Li Shengli. This is not only to protect the Knicks at the end of this game. An inch of territory will pave the way for the next few games.

No Li Shengli?

Stockton is not here yet!

Just a slightly injured Karl Malone!

Why do you, Jerry Sloan, a piece of trash like me, argue with me, Pat Riley?

The various emotions that people erupt in desperate situations are quite unstable and tend to be extreme.

Pat Riley has definitely unleashed the greatest malice he has ever shown as a coach, even more ruthless than Chuck Daly was to Jordan, because Chuck Daly said he wanted Jordan to bleed, but Pat Riley What Li said was more direct and cruel!

Never underestimate a team's extreme desire for an NBA championship!

At this moment, Knicks had turned into a hungry jackal, waiting for blood and the moment Li Shengli lay down to eat it.

"Then Felton..."

"Why are you taking care of those trash?" Pat Riley was like a subwoofer, his voice was low and hoarse, "Your mission is to destroy Li Shengli. If you can't do it... you will all die at your doorstep and be nailed forever. The Knicks are a pillar of shame, and I am no exception!"

"Coach, but now the Jazz are ahead..."

"Shut up, shut up! Do you all think I'm blind? Can't I see that I'm 21 points behind? We can lose this game, but Li Shengli must be eliminated!"

Pat Riley almost lost his mind. As he spoke, he cast his eyes towards the Jazz's rest area. But Jerry Sloan also glanced at the Knicks at this stall. The two coaches' eyes were as if they were real. Aerial bombardment.

What the hell?

I see your mother!

Jerry Sloan did not hide his anger at all, because Oakley from the Knicks injured two of his generals, first Stockton, and then Karl Malone. It has nothing to do with Pat Riley, right? It was possible, so he made fists with only one middle finger raised high, gestured at Pat Riley, and greeted his wife, which made Pat Riley almost vomit blood in anger.

"Twenty-one points, this game is almost over." Jerry Sloan muttered, first looking at Malone, and then at Li Shengli, "Felton, you play the fifth position, Benoit, you Playing the fourth position, I don’t ask much of you, just keep the inside line, and whoever has problems will get out of here, do you hear me!"

"Crottey, Tyrone, Fernris, the same goes for the three of you. Not only must you defend, but you must also attack. Slow down the pace of the game and drag them to death!"

"21 points is the foundation that Li laid for you. If you can't hold this point difference in less than one quarter, you won't have to play in the NBA. If you play in the WNBA, I will think you are useless!"

The Jazz's advantage is too great, and Jerry Sloan naturally has a lot of room for movement. As long as they slow down the pace desperately, it will be too difficult for the Knicks to chase 21 points. Even if the Dallas Mavericks, who are last in the Western Conference in the regular season, pull over, this will Also a simple task.

It's just that Li Shengli was missing from Jerry Sloan's formation.

Generally speaking, when the state is in good condition and the time is not exceeded, the Jazz will definitely stop their own rhythm by removing Li Shengli. But at this time, the chances of winning are already very high. Sloan really does not want Li Shengli to take risks, and ask himself... if he It's Pat Riley, and he will definitely kill Li Shengli at all costs. This is the Knicks' only chance to break the game, not only this game, but also the focus of the next few games!

"Let me play another half quarter!" Li Shengli said.

"impossible!"

"Why?"

"There is no reason, I am the coach, I have the final say here, no one can question me!"

One old man and one young man are rebelling. Except for Malone, no one of the Jazz generals dares to speak, because the focus of the game at this moment is not on them at all. One is the boss and the other is the coach, and they really have no qualifications to interrupt. .

"Lee, be sensible!" Malone patted Li Shengli on the shoulder. "You have done enough in this game. What you should think about now is that the Knicks are jumping over the wall, and the coach is also protecting you by doing this. What Oakley can do , definitely far beyond your imagination!”

"I know!" Li Shengli responded. He was also aware of the current situation, but he still said to Jerry Sloan: "Coach, it doesn't matter to me in this quarter, but you can still keep me out of the next game." ? They want to have a try with me, and the next one can be the same, the difference is just sooner or later."

"Sophistry, you bastard, this is sophistry!" Jerry Sloan jumped angrily, "The next game is about the next game, don't tell me these useless things! And, let me tell you, I I begged Larry Miller to trade you over. You came in good health, and you leave intact!"

"I can't protect you because I am incompetent, but absolutely no one can destroy you in my hands. Even if we lose this game, it is useless for you and the fans to scold me, because I am not afraid! Even if you are not with the Jazz next season, who will If you dare to touch you, I will let those sons of bitches... die for me...!"

Sloan's words really came from the bottom of his heart. Although Ma Long on the side did not speak, he had the same idea. On the contrary, Li Shengli persisted, "Old man, don't be sensational. It's not time to say goodbye yet! To be honest, Yeah, I don’t have many games left with the Jazz, give me another half quarter!”

"You bastard, how dare you call me old man?"

"That's not the point, I want half a quarter!"

"impossible!"

"You have to give it to me!"

"Why?"

"With my contribution to the Jazz, I will trade these for half a quarter!"

"Fart, we paid your salary."

"Damn it, you bad old man is so bad, and you're still talking to me about money now?" Li Shengli has never worried about playing time, but obviously Jerry Sloan doesn't want him to get his wish, "This game is important. You know it yourself, and 21 points is not foolproof. Give me half a quarter, and I will give you 40 points!"

40 points base?

This horse riding is the finals!

Is it you, Li Shengli, who is floating away, or is it me, Sloan...

"Okay, you little bastard, don't talk for half a minute, I only give you 2 minutes!" Jerry Sloan couldn't resist, and finally relented, but it was only for 2 minutes. After making the decision, the Jazz came on the stage again The lineup will have to be drastically changed.

"Felton, Benoit, Tyrone, you all are pinned!"

"Why, we can still fight!" The three brothers were very uneasy.

"Shut up, you'll talk about your business in two minutes. What I need now is someone who can... fight!" Jerry Sloan cursed angrily, and then named three "generals", namely Xiao, the water dispenser administrator. Eng Green, towel wholesaler Duff Jameson, and Darren Morningstar, the big brusher who followed Li Shengli to achieve a triple-double and reach a new height in his life!

A little-known trio?

If we had to say what the three of them have in common, it would probably be that their arms are thicker and their muscles are tougher. They are good at fighting at first glance. As for the last player on the field, Mad Crotty, this guy even Jerry Sloan had to I admire his madness, he dares to hit anyone if he gets the upper hand!

"Two minutes, only two minutes. I don't want your offense, but I want your defense. The most important thing is... everyone, keep an eye on your boss. Whoever touches him or whoever you do, you will die." Fight here, don't be afraid of suspensions or fines, I'll take care of you!" Jerry Sloan almost roared and gave the death order, but the timeout time had run out, and he kicked and punched the three substitutes on the field, "Come on Come on, if anyone gives in, I will kill him first, do you hear me?"

"heard it!"

"Come on, kill them!"

"We will kill anyone who dares to take action!"

"Protect the boss!"

"Kill Knicks!"