(Today’s update, I need to prepare some information, but my daughter lost the USB flash drive where I saved the information... Sigh, I couldn’t bear to type, so I wiped my tears and looked for it again.)
"Except for those American military factories and mysterious bases! No one wants to come to this arid little place! The temperature in this damn place can even make sand scorpions die of dehydration!" Eddie Griffin was sitting in the visiting team's locker room in the Sky Corridor Center Arena.
In the room, he complained and said.
Other rookies are obviously unhappy with Phoenix. It's already October, but the temperature in this city is still as high as 90 degrees Fahrenheit, which makes several rookies who are used to living in New York very uncomfortable.
Blake Dolan crossed his arms and watched the players change their uniforms. He didn't hear their complaints at all, but was just thinking about what he needed to pay attention to in this game.
Although the Phoenix Suns failed in the first round of the playoffs last season, they fought tenaciously to the sixth game of the playoffs against the Spurs and seemed to have a tenacious style.
After waiting for a while and seeing that all the players had changed their equipment, Blake Dolan put out his cigarette butt and said to the players in front of him:
"There is no new tactic in this game. The Phoenix Suns are not worthy of us designing a tactic to deal with them, Jose! In this game, you are responsible for telling your teammates how we can win this game. That's it."
." Blake Dolan glanced at Jose Calderon. The Spanish boy obviously did not expect that his coach would make such an arrangement. He looked at Blake Dolan at a loss, hoping that he would give him a little hint, but,
Black Doran didn't even look at him.
In desperation, he looked at Charlie Ward beside him. This Knicks veteran was obviously not surprised by this kind of thing, because it is impossible for the head coach in this league to make detailed tactical arrangements for every game.
Most of them let their point guard initiate the rhythm, and then make corrections on the coaching bench to deal with the problems that arise.
"Jose, relax, you can't play basketball without a coach. Do you still need the coach to tell you what to do in every game when you are in Spain?" As the most experienced point guard on the team, Charlie
Ward knew how to help this young man who was valued by Blake.
After hearing Charlie Ward's words, Jose Calderon realized that unknowingly, he, and even the young players who joined the Knicks at the same time as him, had become accustomed to Blake Dolan's confrontation before every game.
They made the most detailed arrangements, and then they just had to follow Blake's instructions, run, catch the ball, and score.
"Where do I start?" Jose Calderon said, looking at Charlie Ward.
Charlie Ward said with a smile: "Judging from the starting list, the starters arranged by Blake this time are still young people like you. You can play some high-intensity tactics. As for which tactics to use, you need to decide for yourself.
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From beginning to end, Charlivoir and Jose Calderon did not lower their voices. Blake Dolan listened to their conversation. Although his face was still expressionless, he still felt sorry for what he had done to retain Charivoir.
He was excited about Germany's decision. If Jose Calderon experienced this experience by himself, it might take him a whole season to understand it. However, there was an old bird beside him who reminded him that as long as he has enough golf intelligence, then Jose Calderon can
Delong could immediately understand the meaning.
"Come on, this is your show! Make this desert hotter! Even light it up! Boys!" Black Dolan glanced at the people in front of him and said with a smile.
…
Starting lineups for both teams:
Phoenix Suns:
Center: Amar'e Stoudemire
Forward: Shawn Marion
Forward: Joe Johnson
Guard: Anfernee Hardaway….
Guard: Stephon Marbury
New York Knicks:
Center: Kevin Cato
Forward: Eddie Griffin
Forward: Gerald Wallace
Defender: Stephen Jackson
Defender: Jose Calderon
From the comparison of the two lineups, it seems that the Suns can kill the Knicks in an instant. Stoudemire, Shawn Marion, and Stephon Marbury can score 61 points in each game, while the Knicks' starting five
The total score seems to be only the same as those of these three people.
However, the young people of the Knicks are stronger than their opponents in terms of momentum, because these five guys, except Jose Calderon, the other four opened their mouths to say hello to the surrounding fans and opponents:
"Hello! Nimadi people! (ps: Nimadi people are a race of nomads in the Sahara Desert)"
We can say that from the moment they took the field, the Knicks guys angered the Phoenix Suns players, because as we all know, the title of Nima Di is the biggest taboo among Phoenix residents!
So! The overwhelming boos came down! Countless Phoenix fans roared in the stands:
"Amare! Kill the fucking Knicks bastard!"
"Stephen! Beat him! Beat him!"
Stephon Marbury glanced at several people in the Knicks. He was the undisputed boss of Phoenix at this time. He pointed at the kid opposite with the Knicks armband and said:
"You did a great job! You bastards! You pissed us off!"
Stephen Jackson had no intention of paying tribute to his senior, so he opened his mouth and said:
"Do you need me to give you some time to drive your sheep back to your tent? Nima Di man?"
Stephon Marbury's face looked as ugly as a cactus. He planned to walk towards Stephen Jackson, but Anfernee Hardaway next to him had already persuaded him:
"Stephen, don't be offended by these little characters!"
Stephon Marbury points to Stephen Jackson: "You're going to get punished!"
Stephen Jackson simply turned around, not looking at Marbury, but slapped his butt with his hand!
If it weren't for the existence of American law, 19,000 fans at the American Airlines Center could jump into the stadium, kill all the Knicks players and hang them from cactus in the desert!
This is a huge insult to Phoenix!
The referee walked to midfield with the ball. Amare Stoudemire and Eddie Griffin stood opposite each other, preparing to compete for the ball. The two players were of equal height, equal skin color, and the same hairstyle.
Just when people thought they were evenly matched when jumping the ball, they discovered that Eddie Griffin was the first to give the basketball to his teammate!
The audience immediately booed, part of it was for the Knicks, and part of it was for Stoudemire, who was dissatisfied with them.
Only Stoudemire knew the reason why he lost the jump ball. When the two of them leaned over to take off! The guy on the opposite side actually made a gay gesture towards him! Inviting himself to have a shot after the game!
The frightened Stoudemire was stunned, and at this moment, Eddie Griffin took the kick!
On the other side, Gerald Wallace said to Eddie Griffin: "How about it? Eddie, my method is good!"
"That idiot was horrified! How did you know such a vulgar method? Maybe you are gay!" Eddie Griffin said.
"It's worse than that, because once in high school, I was scared like this!" Gerald Wallace said somewhat depressedly as he recalled the past.
