During the second timeout in three minutes, Scales looked ashen.
He was about to start scolding, and he didn't know who was going to be unlucky. Du Hong shrank his neck and tried to make himself less conspicuous.
Originally, he wanted to hide behind Chen Jie, but when he saw that Chen Jie's face was even more ugly, Du Hong had the good sense not to do so.
"What kind of shit is this? Who can tell me, what kind of shit defense is this? What a piece of shit!"
Scales used three ** in one sentence, which shows that he was extremely angry.
But with the same result, Chen Jie also spat at this time and cursed to himself: "**!"
I didn’t expect that I would be so far behind from the start. The most ridiculous thing is that my team’s score was still 0?!
Has Chen Jie ever experienced such humiliation since he came to the Bulls? Chen Jie felt that he could not bear it.
What a shame!
Chen Jie felt as if the cheers from the Toyota Center were all ridicule, like a knife piercing his heart.
What a shame!
Chen Jie was angry!
Skiles was still cursing: "What happened to you in this game? Do you want to surrender directly at the Toyota Center? Well, I tell you, along this passage, you can go back to the locker room, where
There are more comfortable seats and massage beds, so you can rest and enjoy as much as you want. Which of you is willing to go? Who is willing?"
Seeing Scales so angry, who dares to answer?
Even Chandler shrank his head, unwilling to stand out.
Speaking of which, if you can't guard Yao Ming, I don't blame Chandler at all. If it were any center, it would be impossible to guard Yao Ming if he got the ball from such a deep position. There is nothing Chandler can do.
If you want to blame the defense, no one is to blame. Yao Ming’s height and touch make it unbearable for everyone!
But if there is no one to blame, both the inside and outside are responsible. Chandler on the inside should not have let Yao Ming go so deep, and Duhong on the outside should not have allowed Sura to pass the ball so comfortably.
Chandler was thinking about how to force Yao Ming out later. Here, Skiles' scolding continued after a pause: "No one is going? No one is going? Then can you guys
Why don't you play well? No matter how bad you play, you still have to play normally. Why can't you play well? Are you not afraid of embarrassment? Fortunately, this is not the United Center, right? But, do you know that in Chicago, many fans
Watching this game! There are also fans wearing red jerseys at Toyota Center!"
As he spoke, Scales pointed to a section of the stands.
Chen Jie looked over and found that there were indeed about a few hundred Bulls fans sitting there. They were all wearing red Bulls jerseys and holding slogans.
"Win Houston. Win the Western Conference!"
"Bulls, march on!"
"Jay, how are you going to torture Maddie?"
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Each slogan was like a loud slap in the face at this moment, making Chen Jie's face hurt.
"Get the fuck, run, get the fuck, move, get moving!" After finishing the scolding, Scales saw that the timeout was running out, so he still said a few words.
Several starting players nodded repeatedly.
"If you don't want to play, get off here. There are many of us who want to play!" Scales threatened again.
This sentence shocked both Duhong and Griffin.
The two of them are not the absolute main force. It is not easy to have this opportunity, but you have to seize it!
"Tyson, move forward!" After the timeout bell rang, Scales silently said this to Chandler walking back to the court as he passed by.
Chandler's heart moved and he nodded quickly.
After the timeout came back, the Bulls players who had just been scolded by Scales really started to work hard.
Maybe the tactics are still the same as before, maybe the strength is still the same as before, but it can be seen that they put up a good fight.
Chen Jie tried again to make a three-point shot but still missed. Yao Ming should have firmly collected the rebound, but Chandler had no chance to grab it and interfered with it.
At the same time, Du Hong, who was like a little loach, rushed over quickly and cut the ball from Yao Ming's hand.
Then, Du Hong threw it directly to Chen Jie, who was free on the outside.
Although the ball just now was not scored, Chen Jie still did not hesitate. After catching the ball, he shot again.
This time, I finally got in.
After scoring the goal, Chen Jie was not excited, but subconsciously looked at the stands where the Bulls fans were.
There, a piece of red spreads!
"**!" After hitting the ball hard, Yao Ming cursed loudly and made a baseline kick.
Then, Sura's pass was intercepted by Du Hong, who jumped high to interfere. Chen Jie scored two points on a fast break.
The Bulls fans in the stands were even more excited, and fans on major Chinese websites were also ignited with passion.
"Yao Ming just broke out, and now I, Chen Jie, am going berserk too!"
"Chen Jie is so powerful and domineering, the Bulls are counting on you!"
"Yao Ming vs. Chen Jie, is this a civil war in China? I thought it was watching the CBA, haha!"
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In the CCTV broadcast room, Zhang Weiping's face finally showed a smile.
"It's coming, it's coming, look, Chen Jie has found his touch, Team Rocket, be careful!"
Zhang Weiping was very happy.
Yang Yi and Yu Jia could see that they were helpless, this idiot fan!
However, the two people nodded again and again.
"The game is about to start to look good. Chen Jie seems to be back on track. Let's start next and see how Tracy McGrady and the Rockets face it!" Yu Jia exclaimed.
How does McGrady face it?
His answer was a straight three-pointer.
Hollow into the net, it’s all done in one go!
The Bulls' newly rising morale was directly suppressed by a three-pointer like McGrady's.
"**!" Chen Jie cursed angrily while holding the basketball.
On the sidelines, Scales once again had a good rapport with Chen Jie!
"**!"
But this time, Scales was just venting, not cursing.
In these few shots, the Bulls played very well. McGrady's pull-up was absolutely not caused by the Bulls' defense.
This kind of ball is an unreasonable ball. Its existence beyond the technical and tactical aspects is a reflection of the superstar's personal ability.
No one here can do anything about it.
Skiles was just annoyed that it was such a coincidence that just as he was about to boost his morale, Tracy McGrady hit a three-pointer.
"**!" Thinking of this, Scales became more and more unhappy and cursed again!
Several Bulls players are now turning their attention to Skiles off the court. (To be continued...)
