1200: C1200 Powerful Counterattack

C1200 Powerful Counterattack

"Dad, what's Dad doing? Why isn't it called a timeout? "

Aldridge gritted his teeth and forcefully attacked. He took two points with great difficulty and wiped the sweat off his face. He looked at the spot where the substitutes were in doubt, his eyes searching for Old Man Popovich's figure.

"I don't know. Dad might want us to adjust ourselves."

DeRozan licked his dry lips. Facing the continuous attacks from the lake people, he had used up a lot of energy and was very short of water. However, he did not dare to drink too much, as he was afraid that something would happen during the competition.

"How, how do we adjust ourselves? There is no way at all."

Aldridge looked helpless. If it was someone else, he might have been able to resist it. However, he was facing LeBron James and Davis, a muscular man who didn't seem like an earthling. The other was a big guy who was as agile as a guard. He wouldn't be able to withstand the continuous bombardment of these two people.

"Let's see. Maybe dad has his own plans."

DeRozan took a deep breath, raised his hand and scared a few times on his face, allowing his attention to be highly focused.

Soon, the third quarter was over. The lake people once again took turns. LeBron James, Davis, and the others were all replaced. Dwight Howard, Rondo, and Cousins were replaced again.

Lin Cheng continued to stay on the stage, as expected.

Without LeBron James and Davis's double bombardment, Aldridge instantly felt much more relaxed.

After a certain amount of stamina was consumed, he suddenly felt much more relaxed, and his body was full of strength.

Although Cousins was stronger than Aldridge, he had been injured before. He was not as agile as before, and he did not dare to make any big movements. Aldridge seized this opportunity and started to fight crazily.

Facing the tall and big Aldridge, Rondo and Bradelli could not do anything about it. Cousins could not catch up to him. The only one who could defend against him was Dwight Howard. However, Dwight Howard was currently carrying four foul rules on his back. If he was not careful, he might get another one. He could only wait for the fourth quarter before he could go on stage again.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The stabs took advantage of this opportunity to start a wave of counterattacks. The difference of 17 points instantly closed in, leaving only 8 points. The single stabs won 70 points, and this time, the suspense of the match was restored again.

"Indeed worthy of being Popovich."

Looking at the shrunken score, the corners of Vogel's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Coach, why don't we go on stage directly? Take the match? "

LeBron James took the initiative to speak. He did not want the duck that had been cooked by his mouth to fly away again. At most, he would be a little tired, and a little more tiring. As long as he could accept the competition, everything would be worth it.

"No, let's have a good rest first. Don't worry."

Vogel shook his head and refused LeBron James's request.

Since Popovich was playing tricks with him, he might as well play some tricks. He wanted to see how resourceful Popovich was.

"Kuzma."

Vogel called Kuzma, who was reflecting in the corner.

"Coach."

Kuzma became much more obedient and lowered his head obediently.

"Do you know where you are wrong?"

Vogel looked at Kuzma.

"I know. I shouldn't have been too cruel. I should have cooperated with my teammates."

Kuzma nodded.0

"I don't want to see such a mistake again. If there is a next time, then prepare to be pressed on the bench!"

Vogel warned seriously.

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