NBA: Starting with Jokic template

第184章 幽默牢芬，G3大胜，30+10和10+3。

"Damn it, this is a villain's trick!"

Looking at Griffin's back, Ibaka couldn't help but say angrily.

"It doesn't matter."

Lin Chuan waved his hand and couldn't help but sneer.

He had seen champagne being opened at halftime, but this was the first time he had seen champagne being opened in the middle of a quarter.

Clippers fans and Griffin are so confident, aren’t they afraid of being slapped in the face at home?

If they lost, it would be 3:0, a hopeless situation.

"He just hit a few balls that caught us off guard. And the dunk he made with the ball protection almost pushed the opponent three meters away, it was such an obvious foul, but the referee didn't want to call it. We will return the favor to him later."

Ibaka nodded.

He is the former block king. The reason for his impressive block statistics is not only his extraordinary wingspan, but also his awesome predictive ability, and most importantly his jumping ability.

Otherwise, even if he made the right judgment, it would be difficult to block the opponent's shot.

With such strong jumping ability, he can even perform wonderful dunks from the free throw line on the court.

Next, since Lin Chuan has spoken, he must return the dunk to Griffin!
"what happened?"

Brooks was very dissatisfied with everyone's performance.

Since entering the playoffs, they have never suffered such a setback at the beginning.

Lin Chuan looked at the Clippers bench who were talking and laughing on the other side and said in a calm tone,
"Coach, they were just a little excited at home at the start, it's nothing serious."

Hearing Lin Chuan's speech, Brooks looked over.
"I believe you, we can win this game."

"of course."

Lin Chuan nodded confidently.

The pause ends.

The Thunder launched an attack.

Reggie Jackson dribbled across half court as usual.

This time he chose to organize the offense himself across half court, a rare occasion where he did not hand it over to Lin Chuan.

This was also the offensive strategy that Lin Chuan had just told him when he was serving.

Reggie also waved and gestured to Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan trotted over to provide cover.

Jordan Jr. was concerned about Lin Chuan's shooting range and was forced to follow him.

Seeing Lin Chuan in a good position, Reggie Jackson immediately broke through to the left.

As soon as Paul took a short step to the right to defend, he immediately felt like he had hit a wall.

But his defense has always been top-notch. As a long-term defensive player, Paul immediately started to squeeze the screen, trying to bypass Lin Chuan and continue to defend Reggie.

But Paul is a defensive player, and Lin Chuan is also a defensive player.

The extremely high quality of the screen meant that when Paul squeezed past, he could only see Reggie's back two meters away and Jordan who was very slow in defending.

Griffin was forced to rush forward to help defend Jordan.

"Whoosh!"

Just as the two big men were double-teaming Reggie, Reggie suddenly threw the basketball into the air while moving.

"Shet..."

A bad thought just came to Griffin's mind.

The next moment, a gust of wind blew, and with it two long black legs in basketball shorts that hit Griffin's face hard.

"Boom!!!!"

Ibaka slammed the basketball into the basket with both hands. He hung on the frame and pulled it, making it squeak.

The referee was about to call a technical foul on him when Ibaka slowly let go of his hands from the basket and jumped down.

Griffin was hit head-on by the black dragon and felt dizzy.

He only heard someone in front of him yelling at him, but he couldn't hear anything clearly.

Griffin couldn't see or hear anything.

But it only took him a second to realize what was happening.

In the last round, he just dunked over Ibaka, and less than 20 seconds later, Ibaka returned the favor with an alley-oop.

He shook his head, listening to the laughter of the fans around him, with an angry look on his face.

Fake!

Lin Chuan really couldn't dunk and couldn't beat him.

But a mere Ibaka dares to ride on my head, right? ! !
The thing that is relying on Lin Chuan to bully others!!!

"I can't stand this, man."

Griffin clenched his fists and stared at Ibaka in the frontcourt with cold eyes.

Paul glanced at Griffin and said helplessly,
"Calm down, Blake. It's the playoffs. We don't have time to waste with such a small character."

"But giving me an alley-oop and letting me dunk over him is the most suitable and easiest way for me to score, isn't it, Chris?"

Paul felt helpless.

But Griffin is the best scoring player on the team after all.

Besides, what he said does make sense.

"Ok, wait for me to pass the ball buddy."

Griffin was delighted and trotted forward to get into position.

Paul dribbled at the top of the arc and watched his teammates move.

His focus was once again on Lin Chuan.

Just when he saw Lin Chuan being pulled out.

Griffin also understood what he meant and turned around to get rid of Ibaka behind him.

At the same time, Paul passed the basketball to him very smoothly.

Facing an unguarded basket, Griffin dunked again.

Ibaka, who was a beat slow to react, not only failed to disrupt the attack, but was forced to commit a foul because he hit Griffin's arm.

Hearing the referee's whistle, Ibaka raised his right hand unwillingly.

"No, you can't. You are the 'block king' who can only block shots with the help of your teammates. Oh no, the former block king."

Griffin also made the free throw and couldn't help but start to provoke Ibaka.

Seeing Griffin acting tough again, Lin Chuan couldn't help but want to teach him a lesson.

During the free throw session, Griffin stood on the free throw line.

He aimed for a long time and finally took action when he was about to break the rule.

"clang!"

The basketball hit the front frame and bounced out.

Caught by Ibaka.

"Here comes the ball!"

Lin Chuan reached out for the ball.

He decided to beat up Griffin a few times to dampen his arrogance.

As an inside player, I want to get 30+10 in front of him.

That depends on whether Lin Chuan agrees or not!

Lin Chuan received the ball and carried it all the way to the front court.

In the last game, Jordan was still frightened by Lin Chuan's sudden three-pointer.

This time, Jordan Jr. defended it honestly.

Seeing Xiao Qiao concentrating, Lin Chuan suddenly knocked the basketball to the ground and passed it to his left hand while breaking through to the left.

How come you think I can't react with such slow movements!
Jordan Jr. slid in the same direction, but hit a hard wall.

Looking up, I saw Ibaka providing cover.

As soon as he came out, Griffin was the only one left for the Clippers under the basket.

And he will face Lin Chuan who breaks into the inside!

"Hit him!!!"

"He just dribbled past you, now it's your turn to block him, Griffin!"

"Defend our home turf!"

At this time, the fans on the sidelines also began to cheer loudly.

"This time it's you, Griffin!"

Watching Lin Chuan rushing towards the basket, Griffin suddenly felt his palms sweating, but when he heard the cheers of the fans and thought about how he had just successfully dunked over him, he couldn't help but curse himself in his heart.

What am I afraid of!
A center with such mediocre jumping ability, just get blocked and that's it!

With the encouragement from the outside world, Griffin suddenly felt much more energetic.

He rushed forward, ready to have a head-on confrontation with Lin Chuan!!!

"Asshole, Lin Chuan!"

"Wow, you're rushing towards me. You're approaching me instead of running away?"

"Because if I don't get close to you, I can't take your hat off!!!"

Griffin gritted his teeth and jumped up.

This time, he carried the hopes of all the fans in the stadium. He wanted to block Lin Chuan's shot with this ball and shatter the confidence he had maintained for so long!
All the fans looked up, wanting to see what the result of this goal would be.

"Hat?!!"

"Boom!!!"

With a loud bang, the basketball was slammed into the basket by Lin Chuan from the empty space above Griffin's outstretched arms.

Fake!

The time when you need it is very short!

If his hand had been an inch longer, he could have touched the basketball and blocked his dunk like he did to himself!

Griffin fell to the ground unwillingly, and had to accept the fact that he was dunked by Lin Chuan.

To make a successful dunk, trash talk is also essential.

Lin Chuan stared at Griffin and couldn't help but sneer.

"What a Tyrannosaurus Rex, its arms are not even as long as the Munchkin cat I saw on the Internet a few days ago."

Griffin's eyes immediately turned unfriendly.

Although he didn't know what a Munchkin cat was, judging from his provocative tone, it was most likely some kind of short-legged cat.

Seeing Griffin staring at him with his lips slightly moving, Lin Chuan immediately added,
"Okay, stop talking trash and fight back if you can. Break through my defense like a man and dunk it in!"

Griffin, whose thoughts were exposed, could not help but become angry and embarrassed.

"Fuck, it's just a fight, what's wrong with that?"

Running to the frontcourt, Griffin couldn't stop asking Paul for the ball.

When he shouted at him for the third time, Paul finally couldn't help it and ran over even though he hadn't completed the tactic.

Just shout and have fun by yourself!
Paul stood aside as a spectator. She wanted to see whether Griffin, who was so good at asking for the ball, could score the ball.

"Let him in, Serge!"

Ibaka retreated upon hearing the sound, leaving Griffin with ample space under the basket.

There was no one under the basket except Lin Chuan.

This situation is exactly the same as the last round.

It’s just that the identities of the challenger and the challenged have been reversed at this moment.

"Fuck him!"

"Put it back!"

Listening to the booing around him, Griffin became more and more agitated.

He picked up the ball and rushed towards the basket more than 3 meters away.

The fearless look in his eyes turned the ball in his hand into a bomb.

At this moment, he doesn't look like an athlete who is going to dunk under the basket, but like a warrior who is ready to fight to the death!
be cheated!
Lin Chuan's lips curled up into an inconspicuous smile, and then he took two steps forward and used the momentum to jump up early!

Only in this way, you won’t have to worry about being pressed down by Griffin and unable to jump!

The two men had a violent confrontation in mid-air.

"Snapped!!!"

Griffin, failed again!!!

Even though Griffin's dunk value is 90+ after being visualized, it is still too insignificant compared to the violent block value of 99.

Lin Chuan got his second block of the game!
This block was even more cruel than the previous one. Lin Chuan blocked Griffin's dunk.

But what annoyed Griffin the most was that this time he didn't even look at himself, but went straight into the transition offense.

He got up from the ground with his hands, and then immediately ran towards his own half.

At least, wipe your own ass clean!

Lin Chuan glanced back and saw Griffin trying to catch up. He simply slowed down and waited for Griffin to arrive.

The sudden burst of power made Griffin's speed increase a lot, and he successfully caught up with Lin Chuan in the end.

"Snapped!"

Griffin slapped it hard.

But this time, he captured the arm that Lin Chuan deliberately exposed to him!
"Beep!"

The referee blew the whistle and declared Griffin a foul.

The audience stands on the sidelines immediately erupted in dissatisfied noises.

Lin Chuan made the free throw and this time he retreated without even looking at Griffin. He just said in a voice that was just loud enough for him to hear as he passed by him,
"It seems someone said he wanted to get 30+10 data."

Lin Chuan's words made Griffin angry again.

In the next offensive round, he rushed into the inside again.

He completely ignored the power of two defensive giants guarding the basket at the same time.

As Griffin jumped up, he saw four hands reaching out to cover him.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, Griffin was blocked again and fell to the ground in a mess.

"Fuck, I thought I was watching some volleyball game."

A spectator on the sidelines felt deeply helpless.

The two men had four arms, all longer than Griffin's.

How can he break through this last line of defense!
After getting his third block, Lin Chuan felt that he had accomplished some mission in this game.

If I can sweep the Clippers, I just need to get three more blocks in the next game and my mission will be accomplished!

"Griffin, why are you so useless! I bought you a 30+10!!!"

Another spectator waved his fist, his face grim and painful.

If Griffin continues to play like this, let alone 30+10, it would be difficult to even cut his 15+5 in half.

After hearing Griffin’s ambitious words before the game, he bought a lot as a die-hard fan. But Griffin ended up performing like this!

"Fuck, your gambling is none of my business! Go to hell, you bastard!"

When Griffin got up from the ground, he heard his own team's fans criticizing him, and he couldn't help but scold back.

"Fuck, you bastard, you dare to talk back!"

The fans on the sidelines did not show any weakness and immediately responded with insults.

Griffin didn't expect the home team fans to be so foul-mouthed, and wanted to retort, but Paul ran up and stopped Griffin.

"Alright! You have a t on you!"

Paul's words made Griffin stop instantly.

Yes, if he argues back, the referee won’t tolerate him.

Just give him a t and he will roll off the field immediately.

This was a crucial moment when we were trailing 0:2. How could we withdraw from the game because of such off-field factors?

Even after seeing Griffin shut up, the fans on the sidelines didn't let him go and continued to nag him.

But three seconds later, two strong security guards immediately appeared behind him and carried the chattering fan away.

"Fuck, I bought a season ticket to the stadium, how dare you do this to me!"

The fans were still struggling, but it was of no use.

Soon his voice became quieter and quieter, and finally disappeared into the passage.

"Look at this laofin, he is such a loser, he can even be scolded by the fans of the home team."

Looking at the farce in front of him, Lin Chuan couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Ibaka on the side also laughed out loud, and the anger he had felt when Griffin mocked him in the face disappeared.

What's the point of being angry with such a clownish player? Even the fans of his own team can't help but scold him, which only shows that there is no hope.

Paul looked at Griffin beside him and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

It's only the first quarter and it's already like this.

How can we play against the Thunder in this game?

On the sidelines, the home team fans who had always supported them also began to become dissatisfied.

"Blake, calm down and play a few more good shots to get the fans to support you again, otherwise this home advantage will be useless."

Griffin nodded with difficulty.

Although he was dissatisfied with Paul's intention to please the fans, he was still willing to do it if he could successfully regain the home advantage and win the game in this way.

After a forced two-minute interruption, the game finally continued.

In the previous offensive round, Griffin's breakthrough was blocked by Lin Chuan, and the ball possession still belonged to the Clippers.

Paul took the ball from the frontcourt sideline and caught it near the center line. He then passed it to Griffin, who was one step in front of the free throw line.

Just when Lin Chuan thought he would rush in to attack again, Griffin made a direct shot from the spot!
Does this work too?
Seeing the ball go in, Lin Chuan was amazed. He didn't expect that this guy, who he thought had few offensive skills, could actually put the ball in from a mid-range position.

But it should be Meng Jin.

Lin Chuan's thoughts turned and he decided to observe further.

In the next round, Paul passed the ball to Griffin who was in an open position in the corner.

Lin Chuan subconsciously prepared to rush forward, but stopped abruptly when he saw Griffin standing outside the three-point line.

At the same time, he turned around and prepared to grab the rebound.

Let me shoot, this guy?!
"Come on, Blake! You must make the shot!"

At this moment, the young fan on the sidelines suddenly shouted towards the stadium.

Hearing the childish voice, Griffin was stunned for a moment, and then the anger caused by being pushed back a few steps just now disappeared instantly.

He calmed himself down, fixed his eyes on the basket, and shot with a somewhat stiff posture.

The basketball drew an arc in the air and flew towards its destined landing point.

The little fans also stretched their necks, looking forward to it.

Can I come in!!!
"clang!"

The basketball fell behind the basket and bounced a bit. Lin Chuan, who had predicted the landing point, easily caught the ball and passed it to Durant who was ready to start.

Lin Chuan felt secretly relieved.

He just made a layup and now he was so excited. For a moment he actually thought Griffin could make it. It seems that reality is still reality, not some Japanese anime.

In the frontcourt, Durant dribbled the ball and made a layup, but the fans on the sidelines started to curse again.

"Fuck Griffin! Don't you know what your shooting level is?! And you're still shooting three-pointers!?"

"Fuck it, watching your game is just a waste of my time. If I had known you were going to play like this, I wouldn't have paid extra for the ticket!"

"Forget it. Supporting you guys has really wasted my time over the past few years. I was even laughed at by Lakers fans. I really don't know what I'm trying to achieve!"

The noisy noise from the sidelines was so clear at this time, and Vinny DeNagro immediately called a timeout to replace Griffin.

As Griffin was substituted, the cursing from the fans on the sidelines faded a lot.

It was clear that the previous insults were all directed at Blake Griffin.

This man declared before the game that he would lead the team to victory with 30+10.

On the court, after Griffin was substituted, the Clippers became a lot more flexible.

In the previous few rounds, Paul hoped that Griffin could regroup and play again, so he gave a lot of shots to him. However, after he was replaced, the Thunder played back and forth under Paul's leadership.

The cheers from the sidelines grew louder again, shouting Paul's name.

Griffin sat on the sidelines, draped a towel over his face, not wanting to see what was going on.

These cheers were only given to him at the beginning of the game, followed by criticism and abuse.

"I am the captain..."

Griffin muttered to himself.

Head coach Vinny DeNagro, who was sitting next to him, heard everything. He turned his head and looked at Griffin who was sulking, feeling a little helpless.

There is nothing he can do about a player who has played for several years but is still so immature.

I can’t imagine how arrogant Griffin would be if the team didn’t have a player of Paul’s caliber to pressure him.

By the time Griffin returned to the court in the middle of the second quarter, the Clippers had already equalized the score.

Currently 40:40.

Lin Chuan also appeared on stage with Griffin.

"You've been forced to sit on the bench for so long, and now you're finally allowed to sit on the bench?"

Griffin shuddered.

As soon as he came on the court, Lin Chuan came back like a lingering ghost.

"Stay away from me. I don't want to talk to you about this nonsense."

Griffin pushed Lin Chuan away and concentrated on his movement.

"Here, here!"

Griffin ran out of space and yelled at Paul who was in control of the ball.

But Paul didn't pass it, instead he threw it to Redick in the corner.

For this kind of shooter, corner three-pointers are always available.

But the team's previous chemistry was too good. Although Griffin replaced Caron Butler, Paul did not choose to pass the ball to him, causing the team to fall into a stalemate again.

In the next few rounds, Griffin seemed to be isolated by an invisible barrier, and the ball never stayed in his hands for too long. He kept running on the court, looking for opportunities, but it seemed that every time he missed the ball, it always cleverly bypassed him and passed it to other teammates.

Paul just wanted to play according to the previously established tactics. Without Griffin, their offensive success rate in the past few rounds was very high.

The Thunder relied on consecutive goals from Lin Chuan and Durant to avoid being left behind by the Clippers.

Throughout the second quarter, he kept running back and forth with the team.

Only in defensive rounds, when the Thunder's offense was blocked and missed shots, did he try his best to grab rebounds, and he had the opportunity to touch the basketball a few times.

But facing Paul who stretched out his hand to ask for it, he could only hand the ball over.

Seeing that his team was leading the Thunder by a slight margin, he felt aggrieved, but he could only keep it in his heart and had no place to vent.

Finally, with 20 seconds left in the second quarter, Griffin finally found an opportunity to attack on his own!

Watching Crawford's shot go past the rim, and he himself standing where the ball landed, he knew that the opportunity had come!

With his keen judgment and excellent physical condition, Griffin blocked Ibaka beside him, jumped up first, and successfully grabbed the frontcourt rebound.

Fuck! It's finally my turn!
Griffin's two big hands grasped the basketball tightly like iron clamps, with a determined light flashing in his eyes, as if he wanted to vent all his previous dissatisfaction on this ball.

He took a deep breath and prepared to jump, wanting to show his immense explosive power in front of everyone and slam the ball into the basket.

The next moment, just as Griffin was about to take off with his legs, Lin Chuan's figure appeared beside him again like a ghost.

With incredible speed and reaction, Lin Chuan accurately judged Griffin's offensive route.

His hands were as fast as lightning, accurately stabbing the ball in Griffin's hands.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound echoed over the stadium.

Griffin's ball was slammed hard by Lin Chuan on the top of the backboard and bounced out of bounds.

Griffin's body swayed slightly in the air, and when he landed, he seemed a little staggered by the impact of Lin Chuan's block.

He raised his head and looked at Lin Chuan's cold and determined eyes, feeling helpless and angry in his heart.

This was the nth time that he had been blocked by Lin Chuan in this game.

At this moment, Griffin felt as if he was shrouded in Lin Chuan's shadow, and every attack was like hitting an invisible wall.

It seemed that his big hands were like magnets, always attracting the ball in his hands and making his attacks fruitless time and time again.

Seeing this, the fans began to get excited.

"You useless piece of shit! I can still fight without you, but now that you're here you start to get angry, right?"

"Trade him! He can only play good basketball, but it's useless for the team to lead!"

The insults came one after another, like needles piercing Griffin's ears.

Griffin's mentality began to collapse. His face was grim, and his eyes were flashing with anger and unwillingness.

There are 15 seconds left on the clock.

He loudly asked Paul, who was in control of the ball, for the ball and asked him to attack. Paul looked at his excitement, hesitated for a moment, but still passed the ball to him.

Griffin took the ball, took a deep breath, and prepared to launch the final attack.

Outside the three-point line, on the wing, Griffin began to dribble, trying to end the first half of the game with his own ball-handling breakthrough.

However, at the moment he transferred the ball to his left hand and accelerated inward, his foot suddenly slipped and he lost his balance.

Seeing this, Ibaka, who was defending, took advantage of Griffin falling to the ground, picked up the basketball that had fallen to the side and held it tightly. He was like a sharp cheetah and accurately seized the opportunity.

He then passed the ball to Reggie Jackson.

Reggie stepped on the accelerator and accelerated from 0 to in just one second. A gust of wind blew and he had already crossed the center line.

Griffin fell to the ground and watched the Thunder players rush to the basket.

He tried to get up and chase, running all the way to the backcourt.

Reggie saw Griffin rushing towards him and passed the ball to Durant who was following him.

Griffin changed his defensive target and pounced on Durant to defend him closely.

But at the last moment, Durant threw the basketball upwards again.

As soon as Griffin turned his head, he felt a strong airflow rushing towards his forehead, followed by a huge body approaching him.

"Bang!!!"

Lin Chuan and Durant performed a beautiful aerial relay and dunked over Griffin at the last moment.

"Beep!" The whistle sounded at the end of the first half. Lin Chuan's layup at the buzzer made the score overtaken, and the team's morale was greatly boosted.

Griffin was lying on the ground, his face full of loss and anger.

He knew that in this game, he was beaten by Lin Chuan again.

The first half ended and there was dead silence in the locker room.

Griffin sat in the corner, his face livid and his jersey soaked with sweat.

He clenched his fists, as if he wanted to vent all his anger.

Paul sat aside, his brows furrowed, his heart full of confusion and disappointment.

He looked at Griffin and tried to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

Looking at Griffin who is now immersed in his own emotions, he can no longer hear anything.

"Why don't you pass me the ball, Chris!"

Griffin suddenly exploded. He stood up and yelled at Paul,

"If you hadn't given me the chance, how could I have lost my touch and been blocked by that guy?"

Paul was stunned. He looked at Griffin's angry expression and a chill ran through his heart.

He clearly remembered that he passed a lot of good balls to Griffin in the first half, and even took the initiative to tell him to take some great shots to get the fans to support him again.

But at this moment, he seemed to have become the scapegoat for Griffin's defeat.

"Griffin, calm down."

Jordan stood up and walked towards him, trying to ease the atmosphere.
"Paul passed the ball to you a lot, but you just didn't seize the opportunity. Why blame him?"

"shut up!"

Griffin glared at Jordan, not at all afraid of the fact that he was a size bigger than him. His emotions were completely out of control at this moment.
"What do you think you are? Lin Chuan is your opponent. He keeps coming in front of me to defend me because you have no offensive ability at all! That's why he can boldly come to assist in defense and leave you to the side! You are all a bunch of trash, you can only stand by and make sarcastic remarks!"

Head coach Vinny De Nagro also rushed over upon hearing the noise. He knew that the matter needed to be dealt with immediately, otherwise the conflict in the locker room might affect the entire team.

Currently trailing by only 1 point at halftime, they have a great chance of winning the game at home and narrowing the score to 2:1.

"Blake Griffin, if you don't want to fight, go home!"

Griffin's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe what he heard.

"What? I'm asking you a question. If you don't want to play, then go back. Do you really think you're so indispensable that you have the guts to yell at your teammates here?"

Denagro stared at Griffin with cold eyes.

In the first half, after he suppressed Griffin, the team played with ease. However, as soon as he was substituted in, the team became a mess and was beaten unconscious by the Thunder.

After teaching Griffin a lesson, DeNagro began to explain the tactics for the second half to the rest of the team.

"Sorry, Coach."

After holding it in for a while, Griffin finally showed weakness.

Denagro glanced at him and continued talking.

Griffin just felt his face burning hot.

Was it the shame of being criticized, or was it a reason to apologize to the coach.

At the beginning of the second half, Paul sat on the sidelines, ready to rest for a while.

Griffin stood on the court, his eyes wide open, staring at every ball, as if proving his strength to the world.

At the end of the halftime break, Griffin found DeNagro again in the player tunnel and apologized again, and was then forgiven by the head coach.

It was decided to let him play in the second half and play a few rounds to see how he went.

However, the game did not go as he wished.

He broke through recklessly, but when he jumped, Lin Chuan intercepted the ball again.

Griffin jumped up, but there was only air between his hands.

He dunked the ball with his bare hands and then landed hastily.

Griffin's heart suddenly sank and he turned around to look.

Lin Chuan quickly launched a fast break, passed the ball steadily to his teammates, and scored easily.

Griffin stood there in a daze. He couldn't believe that he was blocked by Lin Chuan again.

The anger and frustration in his heart erupted like a volcano, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

This opportunity was earned by him after apologizing to the coach, but Lin Chuan was still so unsportsmanlike that he ruthlessly stole the ball from him in the first offensive round of the third quarter.

Seeing this, the fans on the sidelines began to insult Griffin. They shouted all kinds of insulting words, and some even threw their drink bottles at him.

"Get off the field, you piece of trash!"

"We don't need players like you!"

"You're only dragging down the team, get out of here!"

The fans' insults came one after another, like needles piercing Griffin's ears. His face became uglier and uglier, and the anger in his eyes became more and more intense.

Even the little fan who had been supporting him before began to waver. He looked at Griffin's embarrassed appearance on the court, his heart filled with disappointment, and hushed Griffin in his baby voice.

Some people even started shouting for Griffin to be taken off the court.

Listening to the boos from the audience, Griffin's mentality completely collapsed. He felt that he was abandoned by the whole world and no one stood by his side.

The anger and frustration in his heart surged out like a flood, and he could no longer remain calm.

In the Thunder's offensive round, Lin Chuan dribbled past Odom and was about to make a layup.

Griffin on the side jumped up upon seeing this and slapped Lin Chuan hard under the pretext of blocking the shot.

"Snapped!"

This palm hit Lin Chuan's head accurately.

The sudden heavy blow caught Lin Chuan off guard. He was immediately dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

There was chaos on the field, and the players gathered around.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?!"

Seeing this, Ibaka immediately stepped forward to stand up for Lin Chuan.

He glared at Griffin, waving his fists, as if ready to attack at any time.

"Block the shot, do you know how to block the shot, you stinky black man!!"

Griffin was not to be outdone. He widened his eyes and confronted Ibaka.

The referee quickly stepped forward to stop the conflict between the two sides. He carefully checked the situation on the scene, and then immediately made a T gesture and called a technical foul on Griffin.

Griffin was directly sent off the court after two technical fouls.

Griffin shook his head, took a few deep breaths and walked towards the player tunnel.

What sent him off were the home team fans who cursed at him to the utmost.

The referee ran back to the technical table to check the replay and added a first-degree flagrant foul to the player who had already walked off the court.

Lin Chuan calmed down and walked to the free throw line to prepare for the free throw.

He touched the place where he was hit, and it was still painful.

Lin Chuan couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

He didn't expect Griffin to be so unable to accept defeat that he would actually fight on the court.

He just blocked the ball a few times, said a few trash words, and it's too uncultured to hit him in the head directly!

Lin Chuan took a deep breath, adjusted his rhythm, and shot the ball into the basket steadily.

This episode seemed to be the turning point of the game.

Although Paul and Jordan were quickly replaced by De Nagro, the magical performance of everyone working together in the first half seemed to be short-lived. In the second half, their score was gradually widened, and they were still trailing by double digits until the end of 4 minutes.

Finally, the game is over.

112: 103.

The game ended with the Thunder's victory.

Griffin sat alone in the locker room, listening to the distant noises coming from the court, and he knew that the game was lost, too.

He didn't achieve any of the 30+10 and win the game that he promised before the game.

Until he left the court, he only scored 10+3, which was only 1/3.

However, all of this will take time to heal. Griffin knows that he can't just give up and he needs to stand up again and face the challenges of the future. Only in this way can he regain his glory and dignity.

After a fierce confrontation, the team won the series with a big score of 3:0, and everyone had a good rest in Los Angeles with the joy of victory.

Especially Lin Chuan, he immediately lay down on the big bed in the hotel, still rubbing his head with lingering fear.

Griffin slapped him hard on the head on the court, but fortunately he did not suffer a concussion, which was a blessing in disguise.

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains, and the air was filled with the aroma of fresh coffee.

Lin Chuan stretched, walked out of the room, and prepared to have breakfast with his teammates.

In the hotel restaurant, everyone sat scattered around and went to the self-service counter to get their own breakfast.

"Hey, check your phone! Everyone"

At this moment, Durant suddenly shouted, attracting Lin Chuan's attention.

Lin Chuan opened his phone suspiciously and saw the headline on the news at a glance - Shock! Griffin's hand was broken!
Seeing that it was news released by TMZ, Lin Chuan was instantly curious and quickly browsed the news content.

After last night's game, Griffin got into an argument with the team's equipment management staff at a restaurant.

It started out as a verbal conflict, but the argument escalated and Griffin actually hit the other person.

The employee left the restaurant after being attacked, but Griffin followed him outside and beat him again.

According to TMZ, Griffin's right palm was suspected to be broken in the conflict, and the employee who was beaten also suffered facial injuries. After the conflict, both were sent home.

After reading the news, Lin Chuan couldn't help but want to laugh.

There are all kinds of injuries like this, Lao Fen.

(End of this chapter)