On the Clippers' last attack, Griffin, who was completely enraged, exploded and immediately asked Crawford to hand the ball to him.
Although Griffin has not yet become the all-around power forward he will become later, his skills are still very delicate compared to players at the same position.
After receiving the ball, he chose to hit Hickson with his back, digging in step by step. When he felt the defender push forward with force, he flexibly used his strength and turned around to reach the basket.
Using a pair of short arms, he slammed the basketball into the basket through Hickson, and finally pulled the rim twice.
"Roar!"
After hitting the basket with great force, Griffin seemed to let out a breath of bad breath and roared at Hickson behind him.
62:53.
"I told you not to mess with him, but you didn't believe me. You must regret it!"
Lillard picked up the ball and handed it to Hickson, looking helpless.
"Damien, let me have one later."
There are 21 seconds left on the clock, and the Blazers have enough time for their final attack.
"Okay, but remember, even if you can't score, you still have to run out of time."
Seeing that the score difference was still 9 points, Lillard agreed to Hickson's request.
"Know."
In the last 11 seconds, Hickson was about to reach a good position, and Will Barton quickly passed the ball over.
Unfortunately, Hickson failed to challenge Griffin in the end, and his layup at the last moment was destroyed by DeAndre Jordan, who was assisting on defense. The score of the first half of the two teams was basically determined.
"It seems that the Clippers are nothing special. If we continue to maintain this offense, we can win this game."
In this game, the Trail Blazers have been suppressing the Clippers from the beginning. Everyone on the bench felt that this game was a sure win.
After the halftime break, the game continued, and this time the main players from both sides took the field.
The Trail Blazers attacked and the Clippers took over at halftime.
Lillard controlled the ball in the top arc after halftime.
Paul came up from the right elbow to defend. Unexpectedly, Lillard suddenly shifted gears and started driving quickly to the three-point line.
Wang Zelin was in the short corner. After seeing Jordan rushing to the free throw line to block the ball, he quickly ran to the paint area.
After Lillard discovered Wang Zelin's movement, he looked at the angle and passed the ball through his crotch.
Jordan, who was in the paint area, suddenly felt a chill in his crotch, and the sound of a dunk came from behind.
"Shet!"
After understanding the source of the cool breeze, Jordan licked his dry lips and began to greet Lillard's parents, relatives and friends in his heart.
In the following time, the Clippers continued to attack from the inside, and the same was true for the Trail Blazers.
Trail Blazers offense.
Lillard completed the pick-and-roll with Aldridge at the top arc, broke into the paint, and the latter went low to the left.
??At the same time, Wang Zelin was also running towards the basket and reaching for the ball.
Jordan, who was defending behind him, did not forget Wang Zelin's powerful attack at the basket. He dared not relax at this time and immediately entangled Wang Zelin.
Griffin on the left saw Wang Zelin reaching out for the ball, and he also paid some attention to him.
Paul outside suddenly noticed that Wang Zelin's hand had been dangling, which meant that he didn't want the ball.
"Blake, over there!"
Paul shouted and pointed to the left wing.
When Griffin saw the ball, he didn't know when it had reached Aldridge's hand. He quickly turned around and ran, and without even thinking about it, he jumped up and blocked the shot.
The experienced Aldridge saw the defender coming. He first faked a shot, deceived the defender, then held the ball to the basket and completed an unpretentious layup.
"Very beautiful teamwork! The Trail Blazers made full use of Wang Zelin's powerful intimidation at the basket, attracting the attention of two defenders: Aldridge took the opportunity to run out of the open space and attack the frame. The tacit understanding of the Trail Blazers' three young men was
Continuously improving, given time, they will be the next Thunder team."
Kenneth Smith explained excitedly that he didn't favor the Clippers just because this was the home court. In fact, he really wanted to see Barkley look embarrassed.
"this is mine!"
Griffin wiped the sweat from his face and said depressedly.
"It's okay. I just realized it was too late. We'll be back later."
Paul shook his head and did not blame Griffin.
As the leader of a team, you must be used to taking responsibility for the first time, instead of just pushing the fault to your teammates. Perhaps the behavior at this time seems a bit incomprehensible. It is obviously not Paul's fault, why should he take it?
On the body.
But for veteran players like Paul, this is their persistence as the boss.
"Um."
Griffin nodded heavily.
Clippers attack.
Griffin showed great vitality, tearing apart the Blazers' defensive line with continuous runs at the left elbow and left wing. Suddenly, he got rid of Aldridge with a turnaround and quickly ran towards the paint area.
Before he could reach out for the ball, Paul passed the ball in front of him with a through ball.
Good news!
Griffin once again lamented that it is really comfortable to have a top point guard like Paul as a teammate.
Wang Zelin, who was fighting hand-to-hand with DeAndre Jordan in the low post on the right, saw Griffin break away from the defense and rush in. He decisively abandoned DeAndre Jordan, pulled out and ran towards Griffin.
"You're the one I've been waiting for!"
After seeing Wang Zelin's supplementary defense, Griffin laughed instead of being surprised and suddenly burst into laughter.
When Wang Zelin entered the paint area and jumped up, just when he was about to block the shot, he found that his upper body was held down by Griffin.
"Grass mud horse!"
Wang Zelin then remembered Griffin's much-criticized dunk action, which was obviously unsportsmanlike, but it happened that he was now highly praised by the Jews, and referees generally turned a blind eye to such actions.
It is precisely under the escort of this kind of "son treatment" that Griffin has dunked almost all the high-profile insiders in the league, and the people who were dunked looked at Griffin's rookie status and the president's praise.
I didn't go into detail with him.
But Wang Zelin couldn't bear it: You are not my son, why should I spoil you?
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Wang Zelin would never allow himself to be dunked in such a disgraceful way. He burst out with anger. After only a moment of stasis, he used his natural strength to break free from Griffin's hand and threw himself at the ball fiercely.
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"Are you kidding? His power is actually..."
Griffin never expected that Wang Zelin's power would reach this point. The energy he was holding in his body was completely dissipated. His whole body was suddenly unbalanced in the air, and the flight path of the basketball in his hand also changed.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
With two loud noises, Wang Zelin and Griffin, who had a physical confrontation in the air, fell heavily to the floor at the same time.
"Wow!"
"Oops!"
This scene made the audience afraid to look directly. Although they didn't know how injured the two were, the sound made people feel great pain.
After Griffin fell to the ground, his expression was in pain, and he covered his right ankle, which was the first to hit the ground, with his hand. When his teammates saw it, their hearts skipped a beat.
Just as Paul and others looked at Wang Zelin with angry eyes that were about to burst out of fire, everyone was stunned.
Blood!
Bright red blood!
After the groggy Wang Zelin was helped up by his teammates, a large amount of bright red blood appeared on the bridge of his nose.
At this time, the video of the collision between the two people was continuously played back on the big screen: After Griffin's original dunk to the basket was destroyed by Wang Zelin, it unexpectedly flew towards the latter's face.
As for Griffin, after he lost his center of gravity, a look of horror and bewilderment appeared on his face. When his right foot touched the ground first, it instantly turned into pain.
Fortunately, after repeated video playback, Griffin's right foot did not show exaggerated deformation. It was most likely that he had sprained his ankle.
The doctors of both teams quickly entered the field and carried the players off the field for examination. Many spectators clasped their hands and prayed for them.
After all, this is just a game. What everyone wants to see is exciting competition on the same stage. When injuries occur, everyone will stand on the same front and wish the injured athletes no serious injuries.
Although Wang Zelin and Griffin left the field due to accidents, the game will continue.
Perhaps because the scene where two people were injured just now happened right in front of them, the morale of the players from both teams was obviously low, and the level of physical confrontation was not as strong as in the first half. They reduced the number of strong attacks and relied mainly on shooting to score.
Because Wang Zelin saw blood, Lillard and others were a little distracted. Everyone was worried about Wang Zelin's facial condition, and mistakes occurred frequently.
After all, the Clippers have Paul, a superstar who is accustomed to the big storms in the league, and is far from comparable to the young guys from the Trail Blazers.
Under the leadership of Paul, the Clippers gradually stabilized their mentality, seized on the Trail Blazers' mistakes, and finally defeated their opponents 112:95.
Paul won the MVP of this game with his all-around statistics of 24 points, 13 assists and 5 steals.
After the game, both teams declined post-match interviews and focused solely on the injured.
In the away locker room, Aldridge and others sat in their seats, leaning against the wall or lowering their heads, saying nothing.
Everyone is waiting for the team doctor's injury report.
"Creak!"
The door to the locker room was pushed open. Lillard stood up first, and then everyone stood up and looked towards the door.
"Wow, brothers, what happened? Why is it so grand?"
After the door was pushed open, a tall and strong man came into view.
Wang Zelin!
No one expected that the person who came in was not the team doctor, but Wang Zelin.
However, Wang Zelin looked a little embarrassed at this time, and the area near the bridge of his nose was wrapped with gauze several times.
"Wang, what did the team doctor say? Is it serious?"
"Yes, did you say how long you need to rest?"
"..."
"Hahaha, it's not that serious. There's no need to be so exaggerated. I don't know, I thought it was a funeral!"
Feeling the concerned eyes of his teammates, Wang Zelin felt warm in his heart, and then revealed the extent of his injury: it was just a broken nose bone, and no other serious injuries.
"It's all my fault for that damn basketball. I don't know if it will affect my handsome face!"
Wang Zelin looked at himself in the mirror, his face full of worry.