My Name is Kobe Bryant

"Damn it! Damn it!" Sprewell slammed the bench on the bench, throwing aside the towel handed to him by the caddy.

"WOW~Look at this quality." Of course, the magician would not miss this opportunity to blackmail Sprewell crazily on TV.

"There is a problem, the game is still going on. There are a lot of young kids who are watching the game, and if they are affected by Sprewell, then it must be very bad."

Sprewell was in a hurry, the progress of the game was completely different from what he expected!

Why is this happening!

That's right, I blame my teammates for not passing me the ball!

It's all because the coach didn't design tactics for me!

You are all targeting me!

The mentality of people like Sprewell is always to find other people's problems, and they are completely unaware of the fundamental gap in strength between him and Kobe.

After Kobe's physical fitness kept up, he played this kind of second-tier All-Star, which is like slaughtering a pig!

Do you have the guts to defend yourself?

Then punch you through!

Kobe now has this ability!

Rick Adelman continued to sigh on the sidelines. He didn't know that this was the first time he sighed this season. He felt that half a year had spent half a lifetime of sighs.

Rick - Adelman gradually feel that basketball is not the coach to decide everything, but really by the players to dominate the game.

The coach should be the assistant of the players, not the master of the players.

When Rick Adelman has this mentality, he can tolerate Sprewell's arrogance.

But that's all.

Adelman does not think he will continue to cooperate with Golden State.

Everything at present is just a job, not at all the appearance of Adelman's ideal basketball.

Adelman's ideal basketball is that everyone is selfless. Even the stars are willing to serve as wedding dresses, so that the team's offense can be integrated as a whole.

Everyone can attack, everyone can pass, and the offensive range covers three points.

This is the system Adelman wants.

And these, the Golden State Warriors simply do not have.

Leave, for sure.

But when the pastor reads the Bible one day.

One day in the post, Adelman will devote himself to contributing to the team.

"Adjust defensive tactics and double-team Kobe!" Adelman said loudly.

He has already prepared in his heart that if Sprewell continues to defy his tactical arrangement, he will resign after the game.

This time, Sprewell lowered his head and did not refuse.

The bench lineups of the two sides fought each other, and the score difference continued to widen under the continuous scoring of Horry and Van Exel.

Adelman didn't let the starters rest for long, and immediately let them play again.

Rest?

No need to play after the break!

Taking advantage of Kobe's absence, Sprewell made consecutive breakthroughs and scored mid-range points, which made people clearly aware.

Not Sprewell! But Kobe's offense and defense are too powerful!

The offensive end blows you up!

Defense also keeps you from scoring!

Murder!

Kobe folded his arms and sat firmly on the bench. With confidence in mind, he was not worried about Sprewell catching up with the score.

chase it! Go after it!

Kobe was worried that the game would enter garbage time too early, but seeing Sprewell's cooperation, he couldn't help nodding with satisfaction.

The closer the score is! The game is getting more and more anxious! Kobe can get more points!

This seems to be the cruel hunting of the black mamba!

Bite you first! Inject deadly venom.

Then let go! let you escape! make you struggle!

All your efforts will only make the venom spread faster!

Finally, it gracefully catches up with the prey and enjoys its own feast.

Sprewell was that prey, but he didn't know it.

When Kobe Bryant played in the second quarter, the Lakers were chasing points, and the flustered momentum stabilized.

The current score is Warriors 36:41 Lakers, only 5 points ahead.

"Oh? Started double-teaming?" After Kobe held the ball, he found BJ Armstrong coming in front of him.

The Warriors' three outsiders, BJ Armstrong, Latrell Sprewell, Chris Mullin.

The 34-year-old white small forward, of course, couldn't keep up with Kobe's pace and confrontation, and Adelman would not make such a mistake, letting Mullin defend Kobe.

So the candidate for the double-team is the 1.88-meter point guard-BJ Armstrong, the Bulls' first three-peat point guard.

At present, he has just turned 30, and as a short point guard, he is at the end of his peak. This season, he averaged 12.3 points, 2.2 rebounds and 4.9 assists per game.

But the height is 10 centimeters worse than Kobe! Speed ​​is not an advantage either!

Kobe has already analyzed how to break the double team of BJ Armstrong and Latrell Sprewell!

"Little fish! Your chance to get assists is here!" Kobe hit the ground and passed the ball to Fisher at the top of the arc.

"Get assists? But there is no defender in front of me." Fisher was a little confused and didn't understand what Kobe meant.

Kobe made an air cut immediately after passing the ball!

Running without the ball!

Use speed to throw Sprewell away!

Eat BJ Armstrong with height!

This is Kobe's plan!

Run wildly back and forth around half court! Finally running out of the three-point line, Sprewell fell behind. He was hung up by Campbell's screen, and he was two positions behind the running Kobe and Armstrong.

"Pass!" Kobe yelled. Fisher, who was dribbling the ball at the top of the arc and was ignored, had a very wide vision and passed the ball to Kobe immediately.

Three-point shot!

Waiting for a three-pointer with a fallback, BJ Armstrong couldn't defend at all!

Not to mention the suppression of height, Kobe's bounce and backward posture made BJ Armstrong unable to start.

"Don't even think about entering!" Sprewell rushed over like a mad buffalo.

It's going to be a black hand!

"Oops!" O'Neal yelled.

"Be careful!" Chris Mullin reminded.

And Bruce Bowen, who was recuperating at home, was also panicked! As the king of Blackfoot, he knew that Sprewell had seized a very good opportunity.

Kobe is letting his guard down by getting off guard!

Jumping high and losing the ability to adjust the body!

There is a gap in body position, which is convenient for exerting strength!

This timing! It's perfect.

Kobe, who was in the air, took his time and completed the shot first.

Spread your feet wide to ensure the stability of the landing to the greatest extent.

Then adjusted the elbow position of the right hand and smashed down hard.

At this moment, Sprewell just rushed over.

In Sprewell's eyes, an elbow gets bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger.

"Crack." The sound of an egg breaking.

"Ah!" Kobe pretended to scream and was knocked into the air by Sprewell. In fact, he had already controlled the center of gravity of his body and used his hips to relieve the force perfectly.

"Ah! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The scream was real, Sprewell fell to the ground, covering his mouth and nose, and blood was oozing from his hands.

The face seems to have opened a dye factory, red, white and black, and the scene is very bloody.

"Beep! Technical foul!" Steve Javi blew a T and pointed his finger at the fallen Sprewell.

The action just now is clear, and it is obvious that a dangerous malicious foul will occur!

And Tiff Javi, who had been told by the leader before the game, was terrified at that moment. If Kobe was injured, he might be in big trouble.

"Security! Get Sprewell out!" Regardless of the bleeding from Sprewell's mouth and nose, Tiff Javi had someone carry the troublemaker out.