NBA Absolute Flood Control Dam

Larry Brown looked like a beast about to go crazy, staring at Big Ben, and then roared at him: "Ben, you are the leader of this team, but you are missing now. No matter the offensive and defensive ends, you can't see it at all. To your shadow, where are you? Did you go on vacation? Or do you want to go fishing now?"

　　 Daben wiped a handful of saliva sprayed on his face, opened his mouth, and closed it again.

　　 But he did not lower his head, his fierce gaze crossed the top of Brown's head and locked on Li Ba who was opposite.

　　 "Boy, the real game only begins now." The vow sounded in his heart.

　　 "Boss, drink water!" When Li Ba got off the court, Kabakapa immediately handed over a glass of water and a white towel.

　　 Li Ba nodded appreciatively and took it.

　　 "Continue to hit the hammer, draw the Pistons defense to the basket, and then pass it out. Others must be prepared to catch the ball and must run out of the open."

　　 Frank began to deploy offensive tactics.

　　 "Defense, Leonard, how many times have you been lost by Hamilton?" he asked, staring at Leonard Barbosa.

　　 "Uh, I, I..." Barbossa grunted, speechless.

　　 "From now on, play zone defense, three-two zone defense and two-three zone defense swap."

　　 Frank decided not to play man-to-man defense. Barbosa was useless at all. If it weren't for the hammer to defend in time, the Suns' perimeter would have been blown by Hamilton.

　　 On the Pistons side, Larry Brown, who roared, began to lay out his tactics.

　　 "We must force this rookie to beat him down." This was his first tactical arrangement.

　　 But how to play, he scratched his head a bit, because the Pistons didn't have strong offensive firepower under the basket, and the rookie's defense was older than the old bird, and he easily did not foul.

　　 If the outside line breaks through, Hamilton has been tricked twice by the rookie, and Prince has been tricked once, what should I do?

　　 "Oku, you go." He first rearranged the inside line and replaced the rising star Okur.

Okur is an offensive inside line, he has a good mid-range shot, has the technique of emergency stop and backward jump shots, small hooks and throws under the basket, and a certain ability to play back to the basket. He also has a three-pointer from the outside. Neither the speed nor the jumping is very good, the defense is now soft, the single defense is still barely, but the assist defense is very poor.

　　Brown knows this player very well, but apart from the old Campbell, he only has this guy to use.

　　 "Mehmet, hit with your back, attract that rookie to come and double you, and then induce that rookie to foul or score points on his head." He exhorted.

　　 But he knew that this should be an extravagant hope, because Okur's offensive ability is far from strong enough to attract double teams. Especially the strong playing ability at the basket is still very weak.

　　 This is also the only weakness of the Pistons at present. He has always wanted to introduce a strong power forward for this position.

　　 "Yes, coach." The Turk Okur nodded.

　　He is very calm, because he is not a rookie, he is a member of the Turkish national team.

　　 "Flute!" The game restarted.

　　 Pistons attacked, Billups held the ball to the top arc, and Hamilton had already started to intersect before that.

　　 This time, Barbosa didn’t have to run with him. When Hamilton cut into the paint from the left wing, small forward Joe Johnson, who was defending the free throw line, immediately stepped down to block him.

　　 Marion, who was low on the right, also came up, but his defender was Okur, who had a basket in his hand, so he didn't come up, just made a look.

　　 Then Li Ba, who was low on the left, simply emptied his big ben and took a step forward to compress Hamilton's intervening space.

　　 Hamilton's speed dropped, and when his speed came, he lost 70% of his threat.

　　 So Billups passed it to Okur.

　　 Okur 211CM, weighs 113 kg, is 10 cm higher than Marion and weighs 13 kg, and immediately starts to hit the latter after receiving the ball.

　　 After Marion got loose behind him, he immediately turned around and broke into the paint area.

　　 Marion was more flexible and immediately followed the paint zone to intercept before Okur.

　　 But at this moment, Okur made a sudden stop jumper and threw the ball with his back.

　　 Marion stopped abruptly, too late to take off, only stretched out his hand and watched Okur make a move.

　　 But at this moment, behind him, Li Ba pounced and blocked the ball that had just been shot by Okur.

　　 Marion didn't prepare, but Li Ba was prepared. Even though he doesn't have top-level defense capabilities, he has top-level defense awareness.

　　 At the moment Okur received the ball, he realized that Marion might need his help, because Okur still has a lot of offensive methods.

　　 He just exited the paint zone after forcing Hamilton to stop and returned to the left wing low position, then immediately re-entered the paint zone and rushed to the basket.

　　 But he didn't directly rush to the right wing, because the big book still needs to be read. If Oku passes it, it is impossible for him to completely empty the big book.

　　 So, when he jumped to the basket, Okur entered the paint zone and made a sudden stop when Marion caught up.

　　 At this time, he rushed forward without hesitation.

"Snapped!"

　　 Li Ba's right hand slapped the ball.

　　Because of Okur's high shot height, the cover hits the ball under the ball, so the ball spins sharply and bounces to the front right wing.

　　 "Roar, BlockShot!"

　　 The roar of the Suns narrator once again sounded over the American West Arena.

　　 But unfortunately, the rebound was lost and was picked up in the right wing by Hamilton, who had just got out of the paint.

　　 "Huh!"

　　 He immediately turned around and made a jumper, hitting a mid-range shot.

　　 5:8, the Pistons trailed by 3 points away.

　　 "Wape! Was it picked up by rebounding scum?"

　　 Hamilton has averaged 3 rebounds per game so far. Li Ba cursed depressedly, then turned back and sprayed at Big Ben: "Ben, why can't you catch the ball offensively?"

　　 "……"

　　 Big Ben gave Li Ba a fierce look, ignored him, and began to defend himself.

　　 "My bounce is still close. Otherwise, if the ball is directly covered or fanned out, others will not be snatched away." Li Ba sighed inwardly.

　　 "4 caps!"

　　 "After this fight, I absolutely capped the league first."

　　 "Li Ba is indeed a defensive monster!"

　　 "Hey, look, Li Ba's nickname is Hammer Hammer. This is his nickname from a fight in Rock Park. It is not suitable for the NBA or his defensive style. Think of another one for him?

　　 "This can be ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Liba Liba, called dam?"

　　 "This can be a normal name, not a nickname."

　　 With the rise of Li Ba's data, Chen Hong, Zhang Fangyi and others rejoiced.

　　 Li Ba approached the left wing low position, ready to take a position.

　　 "Come on, rookie, you will die here!"

　　 The monster-like Big Ben suddenly roared. With his dark iron face and swarthy body, a powerful and fierce aura instantly enveloped the Pistons paint area, causing countless fans to tremble.

　　 "Ben, just smile, and then Mei Niu will give you a phone number." Li Ba teased in a cold voice, and immediately stepped up to take a seat.

　　 is directly rigid, an absolute contest between muscles.

　　 He also lost a little bit of strength, and he had to give full play to his strength to carry it, which seemed very strenuous.

　　 With their muscles bulging, the fans in the audience seemed to hear a creaking sound.

　　 The power metamorphosis did not dare to get close by, fearing that they would be hit by them and then innocently injured.

　　 While wrestling, Li Ba glanced at Marbury at the top arc, then glanced at the basket.

　　 The two had already agreed.

　　 "Ben, do everything you have, don't let him into the paint." Larry Brown's hoarse roar sounded from the sidelines.

　　 On the sidelines, Frank clenched his fists.

After the bottom line of the live match, Zhang Yangliang and others also squeezed their fists.

　　 In the VIP room, Colangelo also clenched his fist.

　　 The fans were the same, clenching their fists.

After all, the game depends on scoring. If Li Ba can still have a strong offensive ability to hit the basket under the defense of top defensive center Big Ben, then everyone believes that Li Ba's template will no longer be used. It's a big book.