NBA Absolute Flood Control Dam

　　 Frank, who was originally in a suit and leather shoes, didn't know where to throw his shirt. The white shirt had two buttons unbuttoned, his sleeves were rolled up, and a lot of sweat stained his back.

He looked at General Manager Colangelo’s VIP room, scratched his head, and then with the tactical board in his hand, he yelled at the bench players who were going to play in the second quarter: "Now... let Mike come. I will explain tactics to you."

　　 "Frank, did you surrender directly?"

　　 Li Ba, who was wiping his sweat on the seat, immediately covered his face with a towel, lest his contemptuous expression would be seen by Frank.

　　 "Ah, well, listen to me now."

　　 D'Antoni did his part to take over the tactical board in Frank's hand, holding the pen while drawing, calmly and idiomatically:

"We are playing and running. We have to move, the ball should be passed, like a flowing wind, no one can hold the ball for more than one second... Well, I ask a little bit lower, two seconds, just like we usually do. Run like tactically trained... Seven seconds, no, ten seconds, ten seconds to complete an attack..."

　　 Okay, at the beginning of the second quarter, the sun set off D'Antoni's running and bombing.

　　 However, D'Antoni doesn't seem to think too carefully. This kind of tactics that requires excellent coordination with top point guards. Now the Suns' main players may not be able to play. A group of substitutes plus pennies after a serious injury, how easy to play?

　　 So, in the second quarter, the Suns' bench was in chaos. Like a headless fly, they hit themselves four times and hit the Hawks players three times, of which two were convicted of offensive screen fouls. There are only five mistakes.

　　 By the sixth minute, 45:28, the Suns were 17 points behind at home.

　　 "Shhh!!!"

　　 There was no silence at the Meixi Arena, but boos sounded.

　　 Sun General Manager Colangelo sat in the VIP room and did not move a bit, his expression was a bit solemn.

This season he is full of expectations for the team, but now the Eagles have not made the playoffs for several seasons, they have played the Suns as they are, giving him the true strength of the team. Doubt, including coach Frank's coaching ability.

　　 In the first quarter, the only thing that satisfies him is the rookie Hammer signed with the team's basic salary, whose rebounding ability can be worth a top middle-class contract.

　　 "Unfortunately, I only signed 1+1."

　　 He does not deny that he regrets it now. If the Hammers continue to perform like this throughout the season, then the next contract, the Suns may have to come up with an annual salary of tens of millions in order to block the big contract that other teams threw in front of the Hammer. As far as he knew, the hammer wanted to make a lot of money.

　　 "Unfortunately, there is no offense, only defense. Now there is defense for three seconds. It is no longer the era of Russell's ancient defensive center!" He murmured.

　　 The long timeout of the Suns, the atmosphere on the bench was very calm, and the audience behind the bench was also silent.

　　 D'Antoni didn’t work either. Frank took a little sweat from his body, took over the command again, and began to gather the main players to listen to him explain the tactics.

　　 "From now on, don't make a lot of shots from the outside and play inside. Playing hard inside will help you rebound."

　　 Okay, Frank feels that Li Ba's rebounding is more reliable, don't miss the outside shot, and lose the rebounding point.

"Stephen, pass the ball in for me. Amare, go inside. You made a good shot today. Go inside is more stable. Hammer, grab the offensive rebound and hand it over to Amare. You are responsible for the offensive screen. When Marley goes inside, you pull out a little bit, but don't get too far away and protect your rebounds. The others pull away..."

　　 When he talked about pulling it apart at the end, he had a headache.

　　 As for the Suns’ outside line shooting rate today, when the outside line is opened, the Eagles are estimated to be short-lived, rushing down, swallowing their two inside lines under the basket.

　　 The timeout ended and the Suns attacked.

　　 Xiaobawang takes a low position on the left wing, then catches the ball and hits Raheem with his back.

　　 Li Ba is in the low right wing, outside the paint area, and did not enter the paint area.

　　 He is still determined by the Hawks' starting center and two-time shot blocker Theo Ratliff, stuck the latter behind, facing the paint, and watching the bully attack.

　　 He doesn't want the ball, and he won't give it to him if he asks for it.

　　 Frank saw this scene, and the sweat on his forehead immediately fell off.

　　 "Hammer, you're not Duncan, don't you want to stay like this? You still want the ball when you want it?"

　　 Seeing Li Ba's position in such a good place, it was so wasteful, he couldn't hate to pounce on Li Ba.

　　 But this opportunity was also very short, only a second or two, and then it disappeared.

　　The reason is very simple. Ratliff is not an idiot, and he can't carry Li Ba, so he defends around the front. He directly bypasses Li Ba from behind and sticks to the bottom line and enters the paint zone, intending to double-up the bully directly.

　　 As soon as he entered the paint, Li Ba couldn't help it. All the defensive players went in. As an offensive player, watching the excitement outside?

　　 He immediately grabbed a step, kept up with the opponent, and relied on his weight and strength to squeeze Ratliff out of the bottom line, making it impossible for him to double-team the bully.

　　 Xiaobawang is indeed good. Raheem's defense can't help him. Before he was double-teamed, he turned to the bottom and jumped directly to the basket.

　　 If Li Ba didn't squeeze Ratliff out of the baseline, he would definitely meet Ratliff. If he didn't know the result, he might be intercepted or dunked.

Li Ba pushed Ratliff out of the bottom line and looked back and looked at the guy. The bully was attacking the basket, and the Eagles' small forward didn't know when he had already pounced to the basket and jumped directly into the air. Com hit the ball that was hitting the basket with a palm.

"Snapped!"

"boom!"

　　 Immediately before entering the basket, the ball was shot, hit the backboard heavily, and bounced to the right wing sixty degrees.

　　 Li Ba had already bowed his head and rushed into the court from the baseline. The moment the ball bounced back, he was locked in, and then he began to move his head with all his strength.

　　 There are two kinds of rebounds, one is for smashing the basket, and the other is under the basket, relying on grabbing, and the other is for playing the basket, which is far away, relying on picking.

If you want to grab this kind of rebounding by picking up, it is very troublesome. It requires multi-tasking, because you have to move while looking at the ball, and you must avoid hitting other people. If you hit someone, you will have to back a foul, so generally you rarely get inside. Players go to grab this kind of rebounds by picking up.

But Li Ba can be single-minded. He moves with his head down and only needs to avoid others. It's almost like sprinting with all his strength. It saves a lot of time every time he grabs rebounds. This is also his relatively slow speed, but Still can grab a lot of reasons for picking up rebounds.

　　 Sixty degrees on the right wing, Marbury and Eagles point guard Terry, Joe Johnson and Eagles shooting guard Glover are all waiting for this rebound.

　　 But Marbury saw Li Ba who was leaping over at this time, and immediately turned around and got off.

　　 The other three were destined to be disappointed. When they were looking at the ball with their mouths open, a giant shadow rushed in front of them, then rose up into the sky and grabbed the ball.

　　 "Run, old bird!"

　　 Facing a few players in the first and second positions, Li Ba's sight was not obstructed, he threw the ball towards Marbury, who was about to go down, and shouted: "If you don't score this ball, don't call me Ba."

　　 "Quick break!" the audience shouted.

"boom!"

　　 Marbury dunked smoothly and rewritten the score to 45:30.