Chapter 107 Power Confrontation

Larry Brown looked at Big Ben like a beast that was about to go mad, and then growled at him: "Ben, you are the leader of this team, but you are missing now, and you can't see it at all regardless of offense and defense. To your shadow, where are you? Did you go on vacation? Or do you want to go fishing now?"

Da Ben wiped the spittle sprayed on his face, opened his mouth, and closed it again.

But he didn't lower his head, his ferocious gaze went over the top of Brown's head, and locked on Li Ba on the opposite side.

"Boy, the real game starts now." The oath sounded in his heart.

"Boss, drink water!" When Li Ba left the field, Kaba Kapa immediately handed over a glass of water and a white towel.

Li Ba nodded appreciatively and took it.

"Continue to hit the hammer point, attract the Pistons' defense to the basket, and then pass it out. Others must be ready to catch the ball and make sure to run out of space."

Frank began to arrange offensive tactics.

"Defense, Leonard, how many times have you been thrown by Hamilton?" he asked, staring at Leonard Barbosa.

"Uh, I, I..." Barbossa hesitated, unable to speak.

"From now on, play zone defense, switch between three-two zone defense and two-three zone defense."

Frank decided not to play man-to-man defense. Barbosa was useless at all. If it weren't for the timely assistance of the Hammer, the Suns' perimeter would have been blown up by Hamilton.

On the side of the Pistons, Larry Brown, who roared, began to arrange tactics.

"We must beat this rookie hard and knock him down." This was his first tactical arrangement.

But how to play, he was a little scratching his head, because the Pistons didn't have strong offensive firepower under the basket, and the rookie's defense was more sophisticated than the veteran's, so he didn't foul easily.

If the outside line breaks through, Hamilton has already been slapped twice by that rookie, and Prince has also been slapped once. What should I do?

"Oku, you go." He first rearranged the inside line and replaced the rising star Okur.

Okur is an insider who attacks the outside. He is very good at mid-range shooting. He has the technique of emergency stop and fadeaway jumper, small hook and drop shot under the basket, and a certain ability to play behind the basket. He also has three-pointers from the outside line. The speed and jumping are not very good, the defense is now weak, the single defense is still barely, but the auxiliary defense is very poor.

Brown knows this player well, but besides Campbell Sr., that's the only guy he can use.

"Mehmet, use your back to attract that rookie to double-team you, and then induce that rookie to foul or score on his head." He urged.

But he knew that this should be an extravagant hope, because Okur's offensive ability was far from being strong enough to attract double teams. Especially the ability to play hard at the basket is still very weak.

This is also the only weakness of the Pistons at present. He has always wanted to introduce a powerful power forward for this position.

"Yes, coach." The Turk Okur nodded.

He is calm because he is not a rookie, he is a member of the Turkish national team.

"Flute!" The game restarted.

The Pistons attacked, Billups controlled the ball to the top arc, and Hamilton had already started to penetrate before that.

This time Barbosa didn't have to follow. When Hamilton cut into the paint from the left wing, small forward Joe Johnson, who was on the line to defend the free throw line, immediately stepped down to block him.

Marion, who is in the low position on the right wing, also came up, but he was defending Okur with a basket in his hand, so he didn't come up, he just made a show.

Then Li Ba, who was in the low position on the left wing, simply emptied the big book, and took a step up to compress Hamilton's interspersed space.

As soon as Hamilton's speed dropped, he lost 70% of his threat.

So Billups passed to Okur.

Okur is 211cm tall and weighs 113kg. He is 10cm taller than Marion and weighs 13kg.

After Marion at the back loosened a bit, he immediately turned around not too fast and entered the paint area.

Marion was more flexible, immediately followed into the paint area, and intercepted before Okur.

But at this moment, Okur made an emergency stop jumper and threw the ball with a fadeaway.

Marion stopped abruptly, before he had time to jump, he just stretched out his hand and watched Okur make a move.

But at this moment, behind him, Li Ba rushed up and blocked the ball that Okur had just shot.

Marion wasn't prepared, but Li Ba was. Even though he doesn't have the top-level defense ability, he has the top-level defense awareness.

The moment Okur received the ball, he realized that Marion might need his defense, because Okur still has a lot of offensive methods.

He had just exited the paint after stopping Hamilton, returned to the low post on the left wing, and then immediately re-entered the paint and dived for the basket.

But he didn't go directly to the right wing, because Ben still had to look at it, and if Okur passed it, he couldn't look at it completely.

So, as he dived to the basket, Okur entered the paint and made an emergency stop as Marion caught up.

At this time, he rushed forward without hesitation.

"Snapped!"

Li Ba slapped the ball with his right hand.

Because Okur's shot was very high, the block hit the bottom of the ball, so the ball spun sharply and bounced to the front right wing.

"Ho Ho, Block Shot!"

The roar of the Sun team commentator sounded again in the sky above the American West Arena.

But unfortunately, the rebound was lost and was picked up by Hamilton who had just got out of the paint on the right wing.

"Shua!"

He immediately turned around and made a jumper and hit the mid-range shot.

5:8, the Pistons trailed by 3 points away.

"Wow! Was picked up by the rebounding scum?"

Hamilton has only averaged 3 rebounds per game so far. Li Ba cursed depressingly, then turned around and sprayed at Ben: "Ben, why can't you catch the ball on the offensive end?"

"..."

Da Ben gave Li Ba a hard look, ignored him, and began to defend.

"My bounce is still pretty close. Otherwise, the ball would have been blocked or slapped out of the field, and others wouldn't have snatched it away." Li Ba sighed inwardly.

"4 notes blocked!"

"After this game, it will definitely block the number one in the league."

"Li Ba really deserves to be a defensive monster!"

"Hey, look, Li Ba's nickname is Iron Hammer. It's a nickname he got in a fight in Rock Park. It doesn't suit the NBA, nor does it suit his defensive style. Think of another one for him?"

"This can be."

"Li ba, Li ba, is it called a dam?"

"This can be a common name, not a nickname."

As Li Ba's data rose, Chen Hong, Zhang Lili and others rejoiced.

Li Ba is close to the low position on the left wing, ready to take a position.

"Come on, rookie, you will die here!"

Big Ben, who looked like a monster, suddenly roared. With his black iron face and swarthy body, a powerful and fierce aura instantly enveloped the Pistons paint area, making countless fans tremble.

"Ben, just smile, so that Mei Niu will give you your phone number." Li Ba teased in a cold voice, and immediately leaned forward to ask for a seat.

Straightforward is rigidity, an absolute contest between muscles.

He only lost a little in strength, and Daben had to exert his full strength to hold it, which seemed very difficult.

Under the swollen muscles of the two, the fans in the audience seemed to hear a creaking sound.

This pair of perverts didn't dare to get close to them, for fear of being bumped into by them and innocently injured.

While wrestling, Li Ba glanced at Marbury at the top arc, and then at the basket.

The two had already agreed.

"Ben, do everything you can and don't let him enter the paint." Larry Brown's hoarse roar sounded from the sidelines.

On the sidelines, Frank clenched his fists.

After the bottom line of the live match, Zhang Lili and others also clenched their fists.

In the VIP room, Colangelo also clenched his fists.

The same is true for all the fans, clenched their fists.

After all, the game depends on the goal to decide the outcome. If Li Ba can still have the offensive ability to hit the basket under the defense of the top defensive center Da Ben, then everyone believes that Li Ba's template will no longer be It's Big Ben.