Chapter 34 The Torn Jazz
"Oh, that's right. It's a great honor to break LeBron's record."
Tu Man's tone was so plain and outrageous.
At this time, his mind was full of the best player in the Western Conference Week. What is the "youngest triple-double gentleman in history"? Can he change to a piece of meat?
There is no honor wall in the redemption system...
It’s really the emperor and the eunuchs are not anxious.
The reporter was embarrassed and almost clenched his soles. He had already made a slight draft and prepared a sword. He first politely and then sergeant, and then sergeant, and was good at temptation...
Let Tu Man say some arrogant words to make an exaggerated press release.
Who knew that Tu Man wouldn't bite the hook!
The venue was quiet for a while, and the reporters bypassed Tu Man and turned to dig from Gentry:
"Coach Gentry, what's going on with Tuman's free throw?"
Gentry glanced at Tu Man and said mysteriously:
"This is a secret!"
It's over, this old man has learned bad things too...
The next day, Tu Man followed the team to Salt Lake City, and started the second consecutive visit and wanted to play the Jazz again.
The atmosphere of the jazz is very bad, very bad.
After the players appeared, the Suns were practicing enthusiastically. The players joked with each other, making a fuss and burst into laughter from time to time.
There was a dead silence on the Jazz's side.
The number one star Deron Williams sat alone on the bench with a towel on his shoulder, smelling his face and not even moving.
Just now, Jerry Sloan re-reported the old story and wanted him to lose weight again.
Before the start of the season, Lislom met Deron for the first time in the Jazz training camp, and said hello:
"Oh my God, you're so fat that you're so fat. Can you stand your knees? You know that the reason why John is great is because he is strict with himself. You're too far behind!"
Sloan is the most traditional academic coach in the NBA. He controls everything in the team in every detail, has extremely strict requirements on players, and treats them equally.
Not only are the role players swearing up by him, but they can't speak carefully to mature stars like Deron and Kirilenko, and they always say whatever they are mean.
However, Delong is no longer a rookie.
After five years of hardening, he has become one of the three best point guards in the league, and occasionally ranked in the top ten in various versions of the active superstar rankings.
He is now Deron superstar Williams.
He urgently wants more superstars, like Kobe, he can carry the team on his shoulders without hesitation at any time and solve the battle alone!
Instead of quietly making a screw without desire, emotion, and thought on the war machine designed by Jerry Sloan...
Different from Nash and Paul's style, Deron practiced wrestling when he was a child. He was very good at using his weight and strength to bully the weak chickens who were "floating" in the same position.
Deron knew very well that if he became as thin as "those people", he would have to become the next Stockton in Sloan's hands, not Deron Benju.
Without weight and strength, what kind of superstars can you hit?
Therefore, it is impossible to lose weight, and it will never be possible in this life.
Just a few minutes ago, Deron had just started warming up when he suddenly rushed to the basket and showed a fierce turn and dunk, which caused all the fans to scream wildly.
However, looking back, Sloan said again:
"Little fat man, you really need to lose weight. Why do you need to dunk during training? This is meaningless. You have to know John..."
Delong burst out and directly squirted in his face:
"Shut up!"
After saying that, he put on a towel and sat down and sulked.
Sloan was choked and was stunned for a while. After returning to the coaching seat, his hands couldn't help shaking, and his cold cheeks could almost hang two kilograms of cream!
The Jazz players were all silly. It was the tyrant Sloan, not Mike Brown. Although both of them are silent now, who knows how terrifying it will be when it erupts?
The competition began in such a strange atmosphere.
The Jazz's two inside players, Al Jefferson and Paul Millsap, were both short and strong, and were naturally restrained by the tall and powerful people like Tuman who flew to the sky and the earth.
So, Gentry put up a one-star lineup.
As long as Tu Man is not cut, Channing Fry, Hill, Richardson, Nash and others will definitely use three-point rain to blow the Jazz into a scum…
As a result, something went wrong as soon as the show started.
Jerry Sloan arranged a tactic to allow this year's newly selected potential rookie Gordon Hayward to sneak off on the bottom line, while Deron and Millsap feinted the pick-and-roll, attracting defense, and handed the ball to Hayward to end the attack.
This tactic is more like a punishment. Delong is the team's number one superstar. The team's first attack was not left to him to solve, but instead asked him to give the goal to the No. 9 rookie who had not played in a formal game. Isn't this a naive humiliation?
Delong was full of anger. He didn't play pick-and-roll, and slowly drove the ball through the half. He swung the shot put directly and threw the ball to Hayward as if he was venting his anger.
Hayward was startled and almost couldn't catch it. With the help of his belly, he took the basketball firmly and attacked from the bottom line according to Sloan's arrangement.
At this time, the tactics were not turned on, and Tu Man's attention was all on Hayward, who was holding the ball. How could he succeed in a forced fight?
With a loud "bang", the potential rookie threw the ball out of the bottom line.
Sloan was so angry that he shouted a pause.
Roaring at Delong:
"What do you want to do when you step on the horse?"
Delong replied lightly:
"My fault."
He sat back on the bench and looked at the empty dome, stunningly sculpted.
Sloan wanted to lift the kid up and slapped them hard, but he didn't do that after all. He sighed and waved his hand and said:
"That's it..."
How can I fight if the internal strife is like this?
Although Delong got the freedom he wanted, it was impossible for things to become so turbulent, and his mood was not affected. His feel seemed to be covered in shit, with zero shots from 5 from outside the three-point line, and 3 of 14 shots in the game. If it weren't for 5 free throws, the score would not be in double digits...
The sun naturally takes advantage of his illness to kill him. There will never be so-called kindness in the cruel coupe such as NBA.
Gentry won’t let go of water, and Tu Man won’t.
The Jazz's sluggish shooting percentage allowed him to score a large number of defensive rebounds, but Jazz players were unwilling to enter the inside, which greatly reduced Tuman's blocking data.
The final score is:
110:84
As the most terrifying away game in the league, the Jazz only won 15 free throws in the game, none of which was more than half as soft as the Suns, which shows how soft they played.
Jerry Sloan watched coldly. He didn't even call for a few pauses. There was something wrong with the engine. What's the use of knocking on the wheels, doors, and bumpers?
The Jazz were behind in the whole game, Tu Man only played 26 minutes, efficiently scoring 20 points, 26 rebounds and 4 blocks.
It's closer to the best week.
Chapter completed!