Basketball Legend: When Pride Still Matters Chapter 800 800 516 A Persons Hell2

Chapter 800: Chapter 516 A Person’s Hell_2 Chapter 800: Chapter 516 A Person’s Hell_2 Yu Fei looked at Jas with disdain, “If you don’t even know how to defend in the low post, what exactly got you selected for the All-Defensive Team?”

“I’ll show you!”

Yu Fei made the free throw.

In the next round, Jas was like a beast that had lost its reason.

However, Yu Fei had quietly signaled Durant to be ready.

Just as Jas decided to charge at Yu Fei at full speed and deliver a powerful dunk to get even, Durant actually left Kobe, coming over to double-team.

The beast turned into a trapped animal, as two players taller and with longer wingspans than Jas blocked his passing lanes.

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As he struggled to protect possession, DeAndre Jordan, whether unintentionally or on purpose, just happened to block the referee’s line of sight, and Yu Fei boldly made his move, hitting the hand and then the ball.

Durant got the ball and imdiately passed it to the swiftly advancing Yu Fei.

Jas scread at the referee, retreating while still gesturing how unreasonable Yu Fei’s movents had been.

But Foster was acting as if he’d sworn an oath of loyalty to Yu Fei, firmly refusing to call it.

Jas didn’t know that Foster hadn’t seen what had just happened, he just thought the referee was biased toward Yu Fei.

However, it was a bad ti for complaints.

While he was gesturing to Foster, Yu Fei had already left him far behind, rushing to the frontcourt to complete a soaring tomahawk dunk that made Key Arena erupt.

“Man!!!” Will Smith, a Lakers fan, couldn’t help but jump up and shout at Yu Fei, “I’m not watching next year’s dunk contest if you’re not in it!”

With the first quarter not even half over, Yu Fei had already scored 10 points.

The promise of scoring 50 points in the ga seed far from just pre-ga trash talk.

He had the ability to do it, and was doing everything within his power to achieve that goal.

Phil Jackson stood up without realizing it.

He wanted to call a tiout, but the problem with the Lakers right now was Jas.

What to do after the tiout? Remove the ball from Jas’s hands and make him feel like the world had abandoned him when his ntal state was already fluctuating severely?

This would not only affect the entire ga, but also ripple into future matches.

Jackson, as a coach acknowledged by many superstars, excelled in psychology.

This gave him an ability that normal coaches didn’t have: palace intrigue.

But psychology didn’t just work in intrigues, he also prioritized players’ ntal states when observing their on-the-spot performance.

The state Jas was in was very delicate.

Jackson decided to set aside his principles for the mont; he wanted to stabilize Jas’s ntal state.

So, even if it did nothing, he still needed this tiout.

But before he could call it, Jas had already broken through Yu Fei.

After all, he was a once-in-a-decade talent, and no one could contain him on the periter.

But the defensive Yu Fei was just one problem; the SuperSonics had set multiple ones for Jas.

If he solved all of them, the SuperSonics had one more move.

DeAndre Jordan suddenly appeared during Jas’s power-up phase, colliding fiercely with him in mid-air.

The collision caused Jas to lose his balance, making it hard for him to shoot.

The referee’s whistle finally blew, DeAndre Jordan was called for a foul, but it wouldn’t change Jas’s mind, as it was a foul that had to be called.

Could this foul give Jas a chance to catch his breath?

Jackson hadn’t called the tiout yet, thinking it was worth watching a few more rounds.

But this was just a harbinger of a severe blow.

Jas made one of two free throws, and the missed second shot was a harbinger of imminent misfortune.

“Basketball doesn’t lie!” DeAndre Jordan shouted after grabbing the rebound, “Soone who betrays his hotown can never have a good ending!”

Jas glared, wanting to say sothing, but was it worth wasting words on a dog by Yu Fei’s side?

“DJ, you did well.” Yu Fei took the ball from DeAndre Jordan, “Get ready to spread out.”

DeAndre Jordan spoke awkwardly, “I’m as bad at shooting as Kwa.”

Yu Fei found it hard not to appreciate DeAndre Jordan.

Looking at his simple and burly figure, one might think he was soone who relied solely on athletic instinct and didn’t use his brain. Most of the ti, he indeed played that way, relying on talent and instinct alone. But he grouped himself with Kwa Brown, soone who could not shoot well.

He genuinely believed that starting in the Western Conference Finals was an opportunity to contend for a starting position.

Yu Fei said with a laugh, “It’s okay, just spread out like Kwa does.”

Yu Fei hadn’t even crossed half court when the signal to isolate was already conveyed to his entire team.

Even the Lakers could see he was going one-on-one.

“Mark, get ready to double-team, don’t leave LeBron to deal with him alone,” Kobe told Pau Gasol.

Pau Gasol nodded.

But were two people enough?

Kobe hadn’t overlooked this question, yet this ti Yu Fei intended to start the one-on-one from the periter, which would bypass Jas’s weakness at low post defense.

In terms of periter one-on-one defense, Jas was among the league’s top three.

The Lakers Team trusted Jas’s defense.

Plus with Pau Gasol ready to help at any mont, wasn’t that foolproof?

The outco was about to be revealed.

“Frye wants payback!”

“Look at the positioning of the other SuperSonics players, they’re all spread out!”

“Can you do it, Frye?”

The comntators on major cable networks excitedly said.

But Jas seed deaf to external noise, as Yu Fei dribbled over; at a gesture from him, everyone on the team instantly obeyed—a status he had dread of in Los Angeles.

Whenever he showed ambition for a higher status, soone would question him—if he liked being above others so much, why leave Cleveland in the first place?