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"Damn! Damn!" Sprewell beat the bench on the bench and threw the towel the caddie handed him to the side.

"WOW ~ Look at this quality." Of course, the magician will not miss this opportunity, madly spitting Sprewell on TV.

"There is indeed a problem, the game is still going on. There are many young children watching this game, if they are affected by Sprewell, then this is definitely very bad."

Sprewell is in a hurry, the progress of the game is very different from what he expected!

Why is this happening!

Yes, all blame teammates for not passing me the ball!

Blame the coach for not designing tactics for me!

You are all targeting me!

Sprewell's psychology is always a problem of finding others, and he is completely unaware of the fundamental gap in strength between him and Kobe.

After Kobe's physical fitness keeps up, he plays this second-line All-Star, which is to kill pigs!

Have guts and single defense?

Then pierce you!

Kobe has this ability now!

Rick Adelman continued to sigh aside. He didn't know that this was the first sigh this season. He felt that half a lifetime of sighs had been used up in half a year.

Rick Adelman gradually feels that basketball is not the coach who decides everything, but the players really dominate the game.

The coach should be the player's assistant, not the player's master.

When Rick Adelman had this mentality, he could tolerate Sprewell's brashness.

But everything is over.

Adelman did not think he would continue to cooperate with Golden State.

All of the current work is just a job, not at all Adelman's ideal of basketball.

Adelman ’s ideal basketball is selfless, and even the star is willing to act as a wedding dress, allowing the team ’s offense to be integrated as a whole.

Everyone can attack, everyone can pass, and the offensive range covers three points.

This is the system Adelman wants.

And these, Golden State Warriors simply do not have.

Left, for sure.

But when a priest chants a day.

One day in the post, Adelman will contribute to the team wholeheartedly.

"Adjust defensive tactics, including Kobe!" Adelman threw a sound.

He was ready in his heart. If Sprewell continued to defy his tactical arrangement, he would resign after the game.

This time, Sprewell lowered his head and did not refuse.

The substitute lineups of the two sides fought, and the score difference continued to expand under the continuous scores of Horry and Van Exel.

Adelman didn't give the starters a long rest, immediately let them play again.

Still resting?

No more playing after rest!

Sprewell took advantage of Kobe's absence and made consecutive breakthroughs and scoring in the middle distance, making people clearly aware.

Is not a Sprewell dish! But Kobe's offense and defense are too powerful!

Attack you on the offensive end!

Defense also makes you unable to score!

Murderous heart!

Kobe Bryant held his arms and sat firmly on the bench. With his heart in mind, he was not worried that Sprewell would catch up with the score.

Let's chase it! Chase it!

Kobe was still worried that the game would enter the garbage time too early. Seeing that Sprewell was so cooperative, he nodded with satisfaction.

The score is closer! The more anxious the game! Kobe will get more points!

This seems to be the cruel hunt of Black Mamba!

First bite you! Inject deadly venom.

Then let go! Let you flee! Let you struggle!

All your efforts will only make the venom spread faster!

Finally catch up with the prey and enjoy your own meal.

Sprewell was the prey, but he didn't know it.

When Kobe played in the second quarter, the Lakers were stabilized a bit in a panic due to being chased.

The current score is the Warriors 36:41 Lakers, the lead gap is only 5 points.

"Oh? Start to wrap up?" After Bryant held the ball, he found BJ Armstrong came to himself.

The three outsiders of the Warriors, BJ Armstrong, Latril Sprewell, Chris Mullin.

34-year-old white small forward, of course, can not keep up with the pace and confrontation of Kobe, Adelman will not make such mistakes, let Mullin defend Kobe.

So the candidate is the 1.88-meter point guard-BJ Armstrong, the Bulls' first three consecutive point guards.

Currently, he has just turned 30. As a short point guard, it is considered the end of the peak. This season averaged 12.3 points, 2.2 rebounds and 4.9 assists per game.

But the height is 10 cm worse than Kobe! Speed ​​is not dominant!

Kobe has already analyzed how to break the bag between BJ Armstrong and Latril Sprewell!

"Small fish! Your chance to brush up on assists is here!" Bryant passed the ball and gave it to Fisher at the top of the arc.

"Brush assists? But I don't have a defender in front of me." Fisher was a little ignorant and didn't understand Kobe's meaning.

Kobe Bryant immediately cut after passing!

No-ball running position!

Throw away Sprewell with speed!

Eat BJ Armstrong with height!

This is Kobe's plan!

Running crazy back and forth around halftime! Finally, running out of the three-point line, Sprewell was left behind, and he was suspended by Campbell's cover. He was behind Kobe Bryant and Armstrong.

"Pass!" Bryant yelled, and Fisher, who dribbled the ball at the top of the arc, had a very wide field of vision. He passed the ball to Bryant in the first time.

Three-point shot!

Slightly backed-up three-pointers made BJ Armstrong simply unable to defend!

Not to mention physical restraint, Kobe's bouncing and back-stretched posture made BJ Armstrong unable to start.

"Don't want to go in!" Sprewell rushed over like a wild bison.

Want to play Mafia!

"Oops!" O'Neill shouted.

"Be careful!" Chris Mullin reminded.

And Bruce Bowen, who was recuperating at home, also panicked! As the king of black feet, he knew that Sprewell had seized a very good opportunity.

Kobe Bryant is loosening his vigilance for getting rid of the defense!

Jumping high and losing body adjustment ability!

There is a gap in position, easy to exert force!

This time! It's perfect ~ EbookFREE.me ~ And Kobe in the air, without panic, finished the shot first.

Open your feet to ensure maximum stability.

Then adjusted the position of the elbow of the right hand and hit hard.

At this time, Sprewell just rushed over.

In Sprewell's eyes, one elbow gets bigger and bigger, and bigger and bigger.

"Slap." The sound of an egg breaking sounded.

"Ah!" Kobe Bryant pretended to be screaming and was hit by Sprewell. In fact, he had controlled the center of gravity of the body and used his buttocks to perfectly relieve the force.

"Ah! Ahhhhhhhhh!" The scream was true, Sprewell fell to the ground, covering his nose and mouth, and blood was seeping from the seams of his hands.

Looks like a dye factory has been opened on his face, in red, white and black, and the scene is very bloody.

"Beep! Technical foul!" Tiff Javi blew a T and pointed his hand at Sprewell who fell to the ground.

The action just now is clear, and a dangerous malicious foul will obviously occur!

Tiffjay, who had been instructed by the leader before the game, was horrified at that moment. If Kobe was injured, he would be in serious trouble.

"Security! Expel Sprewell out of the game!" Regardless of Sprewell's nose and nose bleeding, Tiffawi made someone take the troubled guy out.