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Chapter 87: Data Don't Lie

Apart from defense, Duncan was completely in a state of state on the offensive end as soon as he got up.

The Pacers didn't want to give him a chance to go single-on-one easily. Whenever he got the ball in the low post, the big white spider Kirilenko seemed to start spitting silk threads.

His long arms, his auxiliary defense judgment and smell are all top-notch.

Until a long time later, when the league entered the small ball era, Xie Hou still believed that Kirilenko would be the best player in the era of defense replacement.

Duncan made two offensive mistakes, and Xie Hou's heart was comforted. He took advantage of their mistakes to dribble the ball and catch the counterattack.

Bao Wen's position has a strong defense, but when he encounters a counterattack, there is no good way except for fouls. What's more, Xie Hou has developed a sense of rejection of these evil middle-aged bald people, which is similar to a cleanliness.

He didn't want to be met by Bowen when he was fighting back (to be honest, he was just afraid of pain), so he started very fast. Bowen couldn't catch up, so he could only put his hands on his hips and admire his opponent's counterattack from afar.

"The old man would be angry if you are like this." Ginobili reminded friendly.

Bowen was not in a position to deal with anyone. When he heard the Argentinian teasing, he asked back: "Why don't you come and guard?"

Ginobili found out that he had injured Bowen, and defense was the thing that the opponent had settled in the NBA, and he did not allow anyone to question it.

"Unless you want to see him get 100 points tonight," Ginobili joked.

Xie Hou counterattacked the dunk, making the ATM center as quiet as if it suddenly entered the class teacher's classroom. In fact, he prefers the confidence of "you are dead when you come to our territory" that the group of fans exuded from the inside out when they first entered the court.

Why are they all like dead fish now?

Duncan's offensive necromancer was undefeated, and the others couldn't play. The only score in the first three minutes of the game was Ginobili's serpentine step counterattack layup, which was so undeniable that people couldn't find fault.

The Pacers scored a 10-2 position with a small number of positions, and more than half of them counterattacked.

The Spurs, who averaged only 84 points per game this season, gave the Pacers 10 points in 3 minutes tonight.

Use your imagination and think to the extreme, first forget the old version of Popovich in another time and space that is no longer so irritable in your mind. Please imagine a young, irritable, fragrant, impatient, and zero tolerance for mistakes, full of energy.

The more terrifying you think, the closer you get to the Popovich that Xie Hou saw tonight.

As soon as they got out of the scene, Xie Hou heard a harsh "fxxx" coming from the opposite side dozens of meters away, and then a large string of roars mixed with "f".

The clearest sentence that makes people hear is "If you are fxxxx, you fxxx will definitely raise funds to buy a new car for me. My old fxxx car is already fxxx..." Xie Hou felt from the bottom of his heart that the quality of the alliance was still long, so why can't everyone be a gentleman who has broken away from low-level swearing like him?

"Arthur, did you hear it?"

Because Xie Hou concentrated on listening to Popovich's swearing, he did not listen to Claire's instructions.

"Uh?" Xie Hou's confused face as if he had just woken up made Claire helpless.

He looked at the others and focused on it: "Anyway, just like this, try to fight for more defensive counterattacks! Arthur, don't forget who you are!"

Claire couldn't say much, and the timeout was over. Xie Hou and his teammates returned to the court. The Spurs were not the ones who had just beaten the few people.

They replaced Ginobili, who had no idea how to play with Mafed teammates, replaced him with another European friend of Xie Hou, Xidu Tekoglu, and a bloated black power forward who made Xie Hou very afraid, but he couldn't tell where he was dangerous.

"Be careful Robert Hory, he is very good." Artest reminded Xie Hou.

However, he is not a power forward.

This sentence should be said to Kirirenko. The Russian nodded, saying that he knew the legend of Horry, but now it is only the regular season and it is not yet time for the key gentleman to show his power, so there should be no need to worry so much.

Everyone thought what he said made sense until Horry hit two three-pointers.

8 to 10

Horry is one of the rare space-type inside lines in today's era, and is very suitable for Duncan's traditional style of playing.

As long as players of Duncan are available to open up space, Horry is an unnecessarily ignorant killer. The Eastern Conference team knows best (Horry has never played for the Eastern Conference team in 17 years in his career).

Xie Hou received the order that once Horry chose to go out, he and Kirirenko would switch defenses.

And now, he needs to solve the team's scoring drought problem.

Bowen's defense is somewhat affected by his notoriety. Fans must know that a person who has been selected into the best defensive team for 8 times (5 defense one, 3 defense two), his defense must be above almost all the same type of players of the same era.

Xie Hou took the initiative to slow down the pace of the game. The Spurs' defense made the Pacers' tactics unable to be pulled open. O'Neal Jr. was out of position at the low post. Artest's performance of 0 of the 3-for-3 made him give up asking for the ball. Miller took the initiative to stand to the bottom corner for Xie Hou and open up the position space.

"It seems that King Arthur is the final choice for the Pacers' position war."

“Is this choice really good?”

Xie Hou's long arm made his dribble center of gravity very low. He didn't like to rely on large-scale changes in direction, which was very harmful. He relied on rhythm more. Now, there was not so much time for him to use rhythm. Since that's the case - King Arthur took a sudden step towards Bowen's strong side, causing him to take the initiative to change. It was the moment when the opponent switched the focus of the defense that the ball entered the crotch and moved to the other hand, like an orange poisonous snake with its belly crossed, which suddenly changed the direction of its progress, just like shooting a blocking bullet violently breaking Bowen's defense.

“oh!!!”

"Oh my God, this guy looks like a magician!"

As soon as Elliot finished speaking, Xie Hou grabbed the ball with his right hand and danced into the air, shaking the blocking hand of Tim Duncan, one of the most outstanding inside defenders of all time, to the side. His fingers lit up and the ball flew up.

At an elusive angle, it was surprisingly flying, and the ball hit the corner of the rebound and fell into the basket with a strange rotation.

Duncan swallowed, as if recalling what had just happened. Was I killed by a young boy?

Xie Hou picked up the ball and put it on Duncan's abdomen (he took the initiative to catch it with his hands), and then said something that made him change his face: "You should take more medicine in things like reducing blood pressure. Don't always rely on others. I can't play games with you every day."

"puff!"

Now Ginobili could laugh as much as he could, anyway, Duncan couldn't see it.

There was only one emotion on Tekoglu's face called "I knew it would be like this".

Duncan sent the ball to the Australian agent and asked: "Why don't you tell me he's great?"

Tekoglu didn't know what to say.
Chapter completed!
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