NBA: Starting with Jokic template

Chapter 174 The vicious black dog goes crazy and bites everyone (4k)

Seeing Durant easily make the first shot, Lin Chuan also wanted to let him take the lead.

The Rockets in the first round were not a very strong defensive team. Getting Durant to quickly find his form in a playoff-level game was Brooks' second goal before the game, in addition to getting everyone to work together to win the game.

The second round opponent is either the Clippers or the Grizzlies. The strength of these two teams is different from that of the Rockets.

The Grizzlies are a strong defensive team and made the Thunder suffer in the past two years, winning the game with difficulty in a Game 7.

The Clippers are also a strong team with excellent offense and defense, and they have a good chance of reaching the Western Conference Finals.

The intensity of playing against them is completely different from that of playing against the Rockets.

It is very important to get Durant, who just made an effort in the first round, to get his game in shape.

For the next few balls, Lin Chuan mostly passed the ball to Durant, letting him attack on his own.

He did not disappoint.

In the first half of the first quarter, he made 7 of 4 shots against Parsons' defense.

In line with his average performance during the regular season.

"Fuck! Is there anyone who can restrain him?!"

McHale stood on the sidelines, spitting at the Rockets players on the court.

"What kind of fight is this! Let a player who just came back have whatever he wants!"

Parsons knew McHale was scolding him.

After all, he is the defensive player directly facing Durant on the court.

Parsons was convinced and muttered to himself,

"It's not that easy to defend. Kevin Durant is the MVP. If you expect me to lock him down by myself, then I must be the best DPOY!"

Beverly, who was standing by, heard what Parsons said, trotted over to him, and patted him on the back.
"Why don't you let me defend Durant?"

"You come?"

Seeing Beverly, who was a head shorter than me, I could see the whorls on his head even when I was standing. I couldn't help but look him up and down with suspicion.

"Are you serious?"

"It's better than you who are about to lose confidence in defense after being beaten."

Beverly sneered.

"you!"

Parsons was provoked by Beverly's sudden aggressive words, and his expression immediately turned unfriendly.
"Okay, okay, I want to see how well you can defend."

Parsons stopped arguing with him and ran to the frontcourt, crouching on the wing to prepare for the tactical run.

Looking at Parsons, Beverly's eyes were full of disdain.

He was just a player who returned from injury, and he was beaten like this.

What a soft persimmon.

Harden saw the little argument between the two, but he didn't care.

He dribbled to the frontcourt and organized the Rockets' offense.

With Parsons' screen, Harden took one step and made a three-pointer to end this offensive round.

It was the Thunder's turn to attack again.

Reggie Jackson dribbled across half court.

Parsons quickly ran a few steps forward and took the initiative to switch defense to Reggie Jackson.

Release Durant.

Even the home audience was stunned.

Parsons, what are you doing?!

McHale dragged his lame leg to his feet and stared in shock and anger at Parsons who was trying to avoid defending Durant on the court.

He didn't expect that after just a few hits, he would actually give up defending his opponent and instead leave the opponent's strongest weapon open.

Before McHale could yell at the players on the court, Beverley immediately stepped up to fill Parsons' vacant spot.

Seeing Durant facing a mismatch, Reggie Jackson immediately passed the ball to him.

However, Parsons, who was several sizes older than him, had no intention of stopping him. He just symbolically stretched out his hand and pretended to steal the basketball.

Reggie was a little surprised, but when he looked up, he saw Parsons looking amused.

Facing Durant who received the ball, Beverley stood with his legs apart to lower his center of gravity, one hand resting on Durant's waist, his face full of arrogance.

"Hey, Durant, I'm not afraid of you. Your new MVP title may scare my soft-hearted white teammates, but it can't scare me."

Seeing this extremely dark little player in front of me,

Durant, who had just returned, immediately looked gloomy.

"You're the one who hurt Russell, right?!"

"Russell? Russell Westbrook, right?"

Beverly looked disdainful.
"Yeah, what's wrong? He asked for it. What's wrong with fighting for the basketball before the end of the game? He was too careless. He didn't pay attention to the situation on the court and fantasized that he could shoot at will in the last few seconds. Ridiculous! This is our Rockets' home court!"

Hearing that Beverley had no intention of repenting, Durant laughed in anger.
"What a shameless bastard. I didn't expect there would be such a dirty player in the league."

Beverly was not angry when he heard Durant's insults, but became even more arrogant.

Beverley is a player with strong defense, and chasing and biting his opponents is exactly his playing style. Durant said that he is dirty because he is tough on defense, so saying this is actually a compliment to him.

"Stop talking nonsense. If you have the guts, just attack me and score a goal over my head before you talk!"

Durant looked down at Beverley, who was only as close to his thigh as he could defend, and couldn't help but laugh.
"You have a sharp tongue and your voice is bigger than you are."

Before he finished speaking, Durant used his waist to push away Beverley's left hand that was stuck on his waist and blocked his strength, and stretched his body into the air.

"Shh!"

Durant switched defense on Beverley and shot directly!
"That's it? That's it?"

Durant posed as he watched the basketball go in. He immediately bent down and gestured a few times with his right hand on his calf, staring at Beverly with a provocative look.

"pause!"

McHale looked unhappy and stood up and shouted for a timeout.

"handsome!"

Seeing Durant make a pull-up shot over Beverley's face, Lin Chuan immediately stepped forward and high-fived to celebrate.

Beverley stared at Durant's provocation but before he could react, he was interrupted by McHale's timeout.

"Fuck, it's just a little bit."

He returned to the bench with a grumble on his face, but before he could sit down, McHale started yelling at him.
"Patrick Beverley! What the hell are you doing?!"

McHale supported the assistant coach beside him and stared at Beverley.

"I just heard the assistant coach say that you were the one who took the initiative to switch defense with Parsons? Are you crazy?"

Beverly scratched his head and said indifferently,

"That's right. I was the one who asked Parsons to switch defense. What's wrong, coach?"

"He's 8 inches taller than you! And you're switching defense? And you're challenging him?!"

McHale's saliva sprayed all over Beverly's face. He really didn't understand what was going on with this guy's brain. Was it not fully developed?

Beverly wiped his face with his hand, shook off the spit on his hand, stared at McHale and said,
"Coach, didn't you just scold Durant on the sidelines for playing too easily and getting whatever he wanted?"

As he spoke, he stared at Parsons who was sitting next to him and eating watermelon, and said provocatively,

"That's Chandler. Since Chandler doesn't dare to defend Durant and can't defend Durant, why can't I switch defense?" Hearing this, Parsons, who was still watching the show, immediately jumped up from his seat, staring at Beverley with anger on his face.
"What the hell are you talking about? Who dares not defend? Is there a ball I dare not shoot?!"

"okay!"

McHale immediately shouted at Parsons to stop the internal conflict, and then said in a cold tone,

"It is indeed too difficult for Parsons to defend the MVP alone, but this is not the reason for you, Beverley, to say that you want to switch to defend Durant alone. There is an 8-inch difference between you and him. Taking the initiative to defend is just asking for trouble."

He picked up the tactical board and wrote and drew on it.
"You don't need to defend Beverley alone. Parsons, you continue to defend, but you must increase physical contact and disrupt his dribbling and shooting rhythm."

"Don't be afraid if you get passed. Inside, Asik and Garcia, you two have to help defend quickly and don't leave space for Durant to layup. Do you hear me?"

"heard it!"

"Alright, and next, I don't want to see any more internal fighting in the team. This is Game 4, and we are already 0:3 behind. It's a do-or-die battle, and we all have to unite as one to have a chance to win!"

After giving the instructions, McHale moved his huge body back to the chair. Looking at the bearded Harden dribbling the ball on the court, he couldn't help but sigh.

As the team leader, James Harden did not stop the quarrel and the argument on the court in time, and even pretended not to see it.

This made him feel a little disappointed.

If you can't stand up when your teammates have conflicts, you are not a qualified leader.

On the court, Harden dribbled the ball and looked at Beverly who was in an open position in the corner. For a moment, he suddenly thought of how he ignored Westbrook and left after injuring him.

Just as he was hesitating and distracted, the empty space he had finally created was quickly filled by Reggie.

McHale sat on the sidelines, wondering what Harden was thinking.

Instead of passing on such a good opportunity, did he want to make one himself?
"Fake!"

Harden shook his head.

Throw away chaotic thoughts.

After all, Westbrook and Kevin Durant are rivals on opposite teams.

And that arrogant defensive player is his teammate.

You can't bring those personal feelings into the basketball court.

Harden looked up at the time and hesitated for a moment, missing the open opportunity that his teammate had created. There were only six seconds left.

Just enough for singles.

Harden looked at Durant who came on to switch defense and performed his double step-back skill.

"Shh!"

The basketball brushed past Durant's fingers and flew out, drawing a beautiful arc in the air and going into the net!

22: 22!

Harden tied the score with a three-pointer, and looked at Durant with a firm look as he retreated.
"I'm sorry about Russell's injury, but now we are each fighting for our own team, and I also have reasons to win the game!"

The score was tied and the Thunder called a timeout to make adjustments.

Kevin Martin replaced Sefolosha to strengthen the offensive firepower.

Standing on the field, Martin's eyes were full of fighting spirit.
"I can finally play! Watch me score a goal!"

Seeing Martin's enthusiasm, Lin Chuan was surprised for only a second before he reacted.

Not surprising.

After all, Martin was considered the boss of the Rockets last season, but he was ruthlessly traded to the Thunder by them.

No one would feel comfortable with this feeling of being abandoned.

"Then I'll pass you a few more balls and see how you perform."

Lin Chuan smiled and said to Martin who was stretching his body.

"Really? Thank you in advance, Lin."

Martin was somewhat touched.

As a player without the ball, as long as Lin Chuan is willing to supply him with ammunition, he is giving him enough face to let him perform.

The game begins again.

Lin Chuan fulfilled his promise and in the first round he bypassed Asik's defense and passed the ball directly to Martin in the corner.

"Shh!"

The basketball advances into the net.

He just came on the court and gave his old club a three-pointer.

Not only that, in the second half of the first quarter, he scored two more goals with the help of Lin Chuan's pass.

He scored 7 points in just half a quarter.

Second only to Durant's 13 points on the team.

In the second quarter, his touch was still hot. In the transition period of the first half, he held the ball and worked hard by himself.

Facing the Rockets' substitutes, he made 6 of 3 shots and scored 6 points again.

You know, Harden played for a full 12 minutes, but only scored 9 points, 1 rebound and 2 assists.

Watching Kevin Martin's amazing performance on the court, McHale turned to his assistant coach and asked,
"How did we lose him?"

Faced with McHale's soul-searching question, the assistant coach was speechless.

After a long rest, Durant and Lin Chuan returned to the court.

Durant received the ball from Lin Chuan again and found that Parsons was defending him again.

"Where's that dirty little black guy on your team?"

Parsons shrugged.

"I was scolded by the coach and returned to my original position."

"Consider him lucky."

Durant lowered his center of gravity and dribbled the ball to find his rhythm.

"Otherwise I will beat him to pieces!"

Just as Durant was about to stand up and shoot, Parsons' hand quickly came up. His whole body was very close to Durant, leaving him no space to shoot.

The sudden change made Durant frown, and the hand on his waist also prevented him from jumping easily.

But Durant is not just a shooter, but a real offensive kaleidoscope!

Since Parsons didn't give him a chance to shoot, he could only break through.

Thinking of this, Durant suddenly changed direction, stepped over Parsons' defense and went directly into the three-point line.

There is a wide expanse before my eyes!
At this moment! Asik immediately stepped forward to defend, and when Durant just broke in, he had already stretched out his hand to defend.

"clang!"

Caught off guard, Durant made a hasty shot and missed.

"Ness!"

In the next two offensive rounds, Durant was also defended, but he still caused a foul with his big loop.

However, he only missed 3 of his 2 shots and caused a foul once, which can be considered a poor performance for Durant so far in this game.

Seeing Durant being restricted, McHale on the sidelines was very happy.

After letting Durant run rampant for so long, we finally got him under control.

(End of this chapter)