Chapter 283 James' Troubles

James' face was a bit ugly. Anyone whose hometown team was slaughtered like this would find it difficult to accept.

"Wow, Kobe is too good." LeBron's close teammates have already begun to turn against the water and support the Lakers.

"Cool! If you want me to say that Kobe is now the No. 1 guard! Brandon can't do it!"

"LeBron, you played with Kobe. How did it feel at that time!? How is Kobe?"

James smiled wryly.

Of course, the person is very good. He gave himself a lot of sports equipment, and invited himself to watch the All-Stars and go to Hawaii to eat and drink. James is very grateful for these. Kobe brought his poor kid to see the world of rich people.

It's just that Kobe likes to bully children, dunking at least 5 goals on James' head! It's so frenzied, you also deduct the child who is 1.7 meters! Will your conscience really not hurt if you do this?

Of course LeBron won't say that.

"Very good, Kobe is a nice guy. He even asked me to practice together in the summer."

"What!!!????" James' words caused a sensation. The almost invincible idol on the TV actually dragged his classmates who played basketball with him to train together!

Damn it! Why is it not me? Why is Kobe not interested in me?

A group of black children were drooling with envy. After James came back this time, he was obviously much stronger. Although he said that he learned from Lamar, the number one high school student in the United States, we don't believe it!

Obviously Kobe is by his side, LeBron must have stolen a lot of things!

If LeBron followed Kobe to train for a summer, after returning, he might not be going to heaven!

James looked around at the little friends who were shaking their heads frantically, not understanding what they were envious of.

Training with Kobe was a nightmare! But my mother was bewildered by Pelinka, and she agreed to Kobe's invitation again, which was simply terrible.

Thinking of being dunked by Kobe again this summer. James sighed in pain, and his old-fashioned face became more mature.

Three minutes into the second quarter, the game score went from 12:42 to 21:50.

Harris hesitated. He wanted the players to rest for a few more minutes.

"Coach, let's play," Bryant said.

"Yes, Coach."

"Okay. Keep your fitness and don't play too hard." Harris still agreed to the players' request. This is the home court, and he has to consider the opinions of the fans.

If it's an away game, Harris won't care too much, and it's time for the main players to rest if they lead by a big score. But the fans at the Great Western Forum are already shouting for KOBE like a tsunami. In this case, he still has to take into account the feelings of the home fans.

Harris dare not take risks. Nearly half of the team's income in this era is the fans who come to watch the game at home. Their expenditure on buying tickets and souvenirs is staggering. The current income from TV broadcasting rights is far from being as exaggerated as later generations. It can be said that offline income is the core income of a team.

The Lakers respect their fans and are loved by Los Angeles fans. This healthy relationship is the key to the continuous rise of the Lakers' market value. If fans have opinions on the team, their approval ratings will drop, and they will even turn to support the Clippers next door. That was quite a blow to the Lakers.

Offending the opponent is not terrible, offending the fathers of the fans is the most terrible thing.

"Let's go! Fuck them to death!" Daben was very excited. As the key player in the last loss and the matchup player who was blown away by Kemp, Daben was very upset, and he was eager to prove himself.

"Come on, I'm thinking about what to sing in the next rap!" Bowen shook his head, as if intoxicated by the rhythm.

Harris took advantage of a dead ball opportunity and replaced the Lakers starters.

"Coach! They're playing again!" Brandon, who had just come off the field and only rested for a minute, felt a little uncomfortable, pointing to the Lakers starters who were gearing up to return to the field.

Brothers, you are so far ahead, why don't you take a break?

Let people stop playing, co-authoring will drive people to a dead end.

Cavaliers coach Mike - Fratello frowned, do you want to let his substitute and the Lakers start?

The Cavaliers' substitutes are third-tier in the league, and I'm afraid Campbell can beat them.

If they are allowed to play, within a few minutes, the point difference will be 50+!

No, let’s go ahead and continue.

"Guys, grit your teeth and keep going," Mike Frattero said to the Cavaliers players who had just sat on the sidelines.

The Cavaliers looked at each other and sighed, that's all they could do.

On the Lakers side, Kobe just broke through and assisted Bowen to make a three-pointer. The Cavaliers chose to pause and make a substitution.

The starters of both sides stood together again.

The corners of Kobe's mouth rose slightly.

"Continue to press the audience!"

Murder!

After this game, will there be a media that dare to talk about the rookie wall?

Looking at Kobe's malicious smile, Brandon felt like Alexander.

"Pick and roll! Block Kobe for me!" Terrier Brandon bit the bullet and asked for the ball.

Danny Ferry hooked Kobe at the top of his own half, and Brandon took the opportunity to receive the ball.

Accelerate in a straight line! Charge straight!

rush! While Kobe was caught in the pick-and-roll! Let's talk after halftime.

Brandon's acceleration is still very fast, which is also the fundamental factor for a 1.80-meter-tall guard to survive in the NBA.

pass!

Brandon looked up, and Kobe had already been left behind by him.

Suddenly there were footsteps from behind.

No, it's not that simple!

Kobe wants to steal from behind!

Brandon bent over, raised his hips, and protected the basketball in front of him.

"Huh? What are you doing?" Kobe was amazed by Brandon's reverse back hit.

Walk slowly in front of Brandon and ask him questions.

Brandon saw that Kobe didn't mean to steal, so he straightened up.

finally! It was not easy to dribble the ball halfway.

Kobe looked at Brandon with tears in his eyes, and involuntarily bent down and stretched out his hand.

One poke!

The ball, dropped.

Brandon's eyes widened, but fortunately the ball rolled out of the court.

Insidious, this Kobe is really insidious. At this time, I actually steal the ball while I am thinking!

The game continues, the ball in the frontcourt. Cavaliers serve.

Under the interference of Big Ben frantically waving his arms up and down and the powerful sideline ball, the Cavaliers' serve was a little crooked.

Eddie Jones stepped back, raised his hand, and jumped.

"Crack!" The basketball was poked by Eddie Jones and flew aside.

Bowen got stuck with his back, finally controlled the ball, and threw it to Kobe who was running upfield.

Kobe vacated again inside the three-point line!

Lean over!

The left hand stuffs the ball into the crotch, and the right hand catches the ball!

Change hands!

One-handed buckle!

Cavaliers 21:55 Lakers!