one-handed ball

Chapter 299 What Are You Talking About?
Gibson's words can't be taken seriously, this bastard is obviously joking with Zheng Ke.

Zheng Ke's mood became better amid the ridicule of the few of them, but the subtlety between him and Whitman was elusive.

The game on the court is already in the second stage, and the Spurs' second lineup led by Ginobili is more cohesive.

The media excitedly filmed the first quarter of the suspected cold war between Zheng Ke and Whitman, but there was no evidence afterwards, which immediately made them feel itchy.With many years of work experience, they subconsciously believe that something must have happened in the Timberwolves team, but now it is game time, they can't go up to interview questions, what they can do is to keep taking photos of the current state of the Timberwolves on the bench , hoping to find clues.

ESPN didn't know where to find the footage, and it was shown in that footage.Whitman spread his hands to Zheng Ke and others who came down from the field, and yelled a few words in suspicion of dissatisfaction, but Zheng Ke ignored Whitman, walked back to his bench and sat down.Then there is the picture of Zheng Ke knocking over McDyess, violently dunking the dunk, standing under the basket and roaring hoarsely. The two shots are connected together, which can easily make people have infinite reverie.

For a while, no one paid attention to the situation of the game. What happened when the Timberwolves bench was suspended became what people most wanted to know.

"It must be Whitman whining. ZK finally couldn't help it anymore. You know, when I was a player, I couldn't stand the old man's chattering. Players are also human. They talk about this and that every day. They are already ahead, and they still have to Pretending to be aggressive, isn’t this just looking for a draw?” Barkley immediately made a judgment, but it was a bit close.But from his words, it is obvious that he is a "bad-benefit faction" and supports Zheng Ke.

"No matter what, Coach Whitman is a coach after all, and ZK seems to disrespect the coach by doing this." Smith sang the opposite tune and blackmailed Zheng Ke severely.

"No such thing. But I am very worried about the Timberwolves. No matter how strong the team is, if there are internal conflicts, especially the two most important people, this is a sign of failure! I hope they can leave quickly Come out, or even if you win this game, it will be difficult to beat the monolithic Spurs." Barkley emphasized the "monolithic" and said that he is very optimistic about the Spurs now.

Several hosts began to pay attention to the Timberwolves' bench, and Popovich, who was the closest to the scene, immediately noticed the difference. His head quickly started to spin, thinking about whether he could make some articles on it.

After the official timeout of the second quarter, Zheng Ke returned to the court.

"Hey, big star, what's the matter, are you having conflicts with the coaches?" Jefferson immediately sneered when he saw Zheng Ke on the field, "I've seen a lot of players like you. Once I became famous, I started to feel complacent , Don’t put people in the world in their eyes, think you are so good. The head coach can’t stand a few casual words.”

Zheng Ke's face was getting darker and darker, he couldn't help but squeezed his fists, his knuckles turned white.

Jefferson talked more and more vigorously, "buzzing" like a fly in Zheng Ke's ear, Zheng Ke felt sick all over his body, and looked at him more and more unkindly.

The Timberwolves led 42 to 31 by 11 points on the field, and the ball was in the hands of the Spurs.

Ginobili hasn't rested since the second quarter, and his condition today is very good.Facing Afflalo, he smiled, controlled the ball with his left hand, and dribbled the ball to the left in a weird posture to make a breakthrough.

As soon as Afflalo's body moved, Ginobili immediately dribbled the ball under his crotch and switched to his right hand.

Afflalo changed his center of gravity, but Ginobili dribbled the ball behind his back again unhurriedly. After swaying a little space, he suddenly took a step back and shot a three-pointer directly from outside the three-point line.

It was difficult for Afflalo to adjust the center of gravity of this ball, and he barely reached out and interfered weakly.

"Shh!"

Hollow three-pointer hit!
The Spurs are 34 points behind 42 to 8.

At this time, Whitman did not call a timeout.Anyway, no one came to listen to my tactics, Whitman thought so, feeling a little angry.

It doesn't matter to Zheng Ke, he just wants to blow up Jefferson and tear his stinky mouth.

There is no pick-and-roll, no tactics, Zheng Ke gets the ball and everyone pulls away.

He took a step to the left with the ball, and before Jefferson could react, he dribbled the ball under the crotch extremely quickly, switched to his right hand to break through, and his body also tilted to the right.

Jefferson managed to keep up with Zheng Ke's movements, but was bumped by Zheng Ke's strong body, loosening a little space.As soon as Zheng Ke was short and exerted his strength, he surpassed Jefferson by a stature.

The two entangled near the paint area, Zheng Ke suddenly took a step diagonally and made a shot.

This action was the same as Ginobili's action just now, Jefferson didn't have time to think about it, so he subconsciously jumped up.While waiting in the air, he suddenly found that Zheng Ke was still in place, and his bright eyes were full of playful smiles.

"Damn it."

Jefferson shrank his body vigorously, trying to avoid Zheng Ke.Zheng Ke held up the basketball and leaned against him.

"what!"

He screamed and looked as if he had been raped.However, his body grasped a trace of balance in a panic, and threw the ball with the softest touch.

The basketball passed through the net strangely.

Zheng Ke stopped, walked up to Jefferson, shrugged, and whispered in his ear:
"For you son of a bitch!"

This sentence, the most famous trash talk in NBA history, ignited Jefferson's anger. The two stared at each other with their chests pressed against each other, as if they were about to fight.

The referee, who had already felt that the atmosphere of the game was weird, was extremely vigilant, ran over and blew a few whistles with a "beep beep", and pulled the two bulldogs away.

"Calm down, Richard!" Duncan hugged Jefferson, for fear that the original "one of the three-headed monsters of the Nets" would do something strange.McDyess will basically not be fighting in this game. If Jefferson is sent off, the Spurs really have no hope of winning.

Zheng Ke sneered and walked to the free throw line.

The referee wiped his sweat, stretched out a finger, and signaled Zheng Ke to make a free throw.

"Shh!"

Zheng Ke made a penalty and added a penalty.

Timberwolves 45 to 34 re-guaranteed a lead of more than 10 points.

The fiery atmosphere stimulated the senses of the spectators, and the fans booed deafeningly.They felt that this "so and so" dared to provoke our Zheng, and he should be punished. How could nothing happen and pretend that nothing happened.So he booed dissatisfiedly, maybe it was Jefferson, maybe it was the referee, but it was definitely not Zheng Ke.

"I like to see this kind of confrontation. This is the real NBA, the real playoffs." Barkley shook his head, not worried about the scene of a fight on the field, "It helps the excitement of the game You can see how many classic shots appeared in this game, and it may appear in the highlights of the next ten years. But then again, can the cameraman give me a close-up, and it would be great to record me in today's game. "

"The Spurs made another three-pointer!" Smith stared at the situation on the court and couldn't help exclaiming, "This time it was the point guard George Hill. This guy is awesome. He is from the 08 draft." No. 26 pick, 37 percent [-]-point shooting so far in his career, the Spurs can always find that gem in the lower picks."

"I think the same is true. If you want to beat the Spurs, you have to poach their scouts first. Their draft picks have been good in the past ten years. Needless to say, the GDP, and now George Hill and Judean Blair are all low picks. Utility players, I like how they work." Barkley laughed, and the conversation turned to the Spurs.

And on the court——

The first half of the game ended in such chaos. The Timberwolves led the Spurs by 57 points 49 to 8. Compared with the low score in the first game, this game has an obvious rhythm of high scores.This really made many basketball fans who bought lottery tickets and selected small points a little painful. They only hoped that the two teams would fight continuously in the second half. This should be the only fan who hoped that the game would continue to fight.

The Timberwolves players were about to enter the locker room when the short-sighted ESPN reporter came to repeat Zheng Ke's words.

"ZK, you led by 8 points in the first half. But something unpleasant happened during the game, can you tell us what happened on your bench?" This is the first-hand news, this person is probably The face of the newly promoted female reporter was a little flushed, she was winking at Zheng Ke, wearing a tight suit, showing her pink breasts, pricking up her ears, her little hand holding the microphone was trembling slightly.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Zheng Ke pretended to be deaf and dumb, and looked around and said to him, "We have been doing well, and there is nothing unpleasant. You must have read it wrong. We are ahead by 8 points. What are you talking about? ?”

The young female reporter jumped her feet in anger, she didn't expect Zheng Ke to give such an answer, it was as if she was pretending to be crazy.

She raised her chest even higher, as if she was about to come out, and continued to ask: "Some audience in the back row of the bench broke the news that you Timberwolves seem to have a crisis of trust. What do you think of this matter?"

Zheng Ke swallowed a mouthful of water, resisting the urge to go up and touch it, and glanced around: "The audience is joking with you. Our Timberwolves are very good and have always been good. There is no so-called crisis of trust. Well, We're eight points ahead, what are you talking about?"

After the two questions were over, Zheng Ke turned around, looked secretly and nostalgicly at the big breasts, and then walked back to the player tunnel.

The female reporter muttered angrily and stamped her foot bitterly.She looked at her figure, it was obviously a devil figure with a protruding front and back, she touched her soft blond hair, it was obviously not bad from Taylor, no matter how she did this, she couldn't confuse him, didn't the senior say that this trick worked every time ?
(End of this chapter)