redvbooks Chapter 680 Did you score this goal? Tell me louder, did you score this goal? 【Subscription】
Chapter 680 Did you score this goal? Tell me louder, did you score this goal? 【Subscription】
In the studio of CBS, Barkley was almost unable to close his mouth, and he raised his eyebrows almost playfully: "Up until now, Popovich is still unwilling to change his strategy, and he has to let Lin Long Continuing to torture Bowen at the top, I really don't know if the world is crazy or Popovich is crazy! He's literally pushing Bruce to the execution ground
"I have to wonder now if Bruce did something wrong with Popovich during training, did he fall in love with Popovich's daughter? Otherwise, why would he do this to Bowen! Kenny also didn't understand: "If we keep fighting like this, I think Bowen is about to be kicked out of PTSD!"
On the court, Lin Long continued to dribble the ball, looked at Bowen with a bitter face, and said with a smile, "Did you sleep with your coach's daughter or wife? Otherwise, how would his genius brain come up with the idea? This tactic of insulting you and killing you?
"How do I know! I promise to keep my body like a jade! 897" Bowen finally collapsed, and he was so crazy to score points on his head, even if he is a mud Buddha, he must have 3 points of blood, not to mention that he has always had a bad temper. Bowen?
Lin Long laughed, taking advantage of the less than a second of Bowen's complaint, he made another move, and then suddenly pulled up and cast again!
There was another crisp sound, and the basketball passed through the net!
"I think I have 30 points, maybe 40 points, Bruce, do you want to call a timeout and throw the stats in your coach's face? So that he can change his defensive tactics?" Lin Long still couldn't help it. , continue to attack Bowen.
"If it's useful, don't you think I won't do it? Damn it! He said that he wants me to entangle you. When you are exhausted, and when you feel weak, this is our chance to turn defeat into victory!" Bowen couldn't help it. Made the first spit: "Damn tactics!"
"Wait when my stamina drops?" Lin Long couldn't help laughing and said: "It's over, your coach really didn't even watch me a game before he started talking nonsense! When my stamina is exhausted? He might as well expect the ball There's a power outage at the gym or I'm struck by lightning! Bruce, I'm sure now, you must have offended your coach somewhere that he expects this from you!"
"He let you die directly, and you will be ten times better than tonight!"
"Bruce, I'm not targeting you, I just want more time to rest!" Lin Long said, turned around again, pushed back hard with his back, and then quickly moved his shoulders to the left and right sides. Incomparably faltering, even if he was as experienced as Bowen, he still couldn't figure out the direction Lin Long was about to turn, so he could only move his footsteps slightly to the left in a gambling style.
However, Lin Long turned around from the right side as he had predicted long ago, easily wiped away a position, and took off from the middle distance and shot again.
hit!
"What do you think about 2 quarters and the game? That way I can rest for a full 20 minutes!""
After Lin Long made a hit, he shrugged at Bowen, and his every move was dashing and casual.
"Damn." Bowen cursed in a low voice, for Lin Long, (dbdd) he really was powerless.
Fortunately, in the next 3 rounds, Lin Long finally put away his fangs temporarily, and did not take the initiative to attack again, but wandered casually outside the 3-point line. The Celtics only scored in these three attacks once.
Bowen finally breathed a sigh of relief.
On the contrary, the Spurs seized the opportunity, Peja made two three-pointers in a row, and Daniels, who came off the bench, also made a layup.
Popovich squeezed his fist excitedly, this is what he was waiting for! Lin Long is tired! He is not a fairy, he will be tired all the time in singles! As long as his physical strength and feel are completely exhausted, the Spurs will win!
"Bruce! Great job! That's it, keep pestering him! He's tired! He won't take the initiative to attack for a while! You did it! Popovich thought of this, and immediately shouted, cheering for Bowen, he Let your team members work harder!
"You actually think I'm tired?" Lin Long happened to be in front of the Spurs' bench at this time, looked back at Popovich, then immediately got stuck and reached for the basketball.
Then Lin Long lowered his center of gravity quickly, took a tentative step forward with his right foot, and then bumped his shoulder gently towards Bowen.
After finding a space for myself again, I pulled it up and made a 3-point shot!
After the 3-point shot, Lin Long didn't go to see the basketball, but turned around immediately, stretched out a finger and waved it up and down, looked at Popovich and said, "Did you score? Tell me this goal was scored. Is it?
"Shh!
Popovich didn't have time to speak, but the sound of basketball passing through the net gave Lin Long the answer! This ball, hit again!
The fans in the front row naturally heard Lin Long's clamor, and they shouted together excitedly:
"Got it? Tell me the goal?"
Through the replay on the big screen, Lin Long's mouth, and the shouts of more than a dozen fans in the front row, the fans in the audience immediately knew what was going on, and they shouted together: "Did you score? Tell me that the goal was scored. what?"
Popovich's face changed completely.