Chapter 20: The ferocious beast belongs to Memphis

"Are you playing basketball? Look at the score, you were leading the double digits before, but now? Only three minutes have passed, you left the score difference with only one point. Your opponent is the Grizzlies, a Grizzlies without Paul Gasol, Sean Bathir and Hubby Brown!"

The team's poor performance on the court made Timberwolves head coach Lambis furious.

Lambis has been an assistant coach for ten years in the Lakers, and Lambis has always been regarded as Phil Jackson's successor, but the fake monk has never retreated. Now he has taken over the Timberwolves' courage. Once the team's performance this season cannot satisfy Minnesota fans, he will be dismissed.

This game was not only Li Feng's first game, but also Lambis's first game as the head coach. For a good start, Lambis absolutely does not allow failure.

Against the Grizzlies, Lambis is determined to win.

But the facts were a big surprise. The feeling that the situation was beyond his control made Lambis very annoyed, and he took advantage of the timeout and got angry with his opponents.

NBA-style swearing can be divided into two types.

One can instantly increase the team's combat effectiveness and make players feel ashamed and difficult. Such swearing has risen to the level of art. The other can directly curse the team into hell, making the players unable to recover, and the lethality is greater than the first one.

Lambis's swearing is obviously the latter.

After being scolded by him, the men in the Timberwolves performed even more lazy on the court. Except for Jefferson who was eager to perform, everyone else seemed to be thinking about spending the rest of the game. This shows how unpopular Lambis was in this team.

On the court, it is almost impossible to block a player, and all you can do is to defend him as much as possible.

After cutting off the connection between the Timberwolves' outside line and Jefferson many times, the ball finally bypassed Li Feng's defense and hung it into Jefferson's hands. The feeling of starting a basketball made Jefferson, who had not touched the ball for a long time, feel a feeling of tears.

The situation of the game is irreversible, but Jefferson needs a way to vent, and he wants to vent all his previous depression through this rare opportunity.

Dunk! At this moment, Jefferson had only this idea left in his mind.

With a loud shout, his feet were slammed on the ground. Jefferson, who held the ball in both hands, made a move and wanted to complete the attack with a heavy slap in both hands. But as soon as he jumped together, Jefferson found that his rising body was falling rapidly under the influence of a brute force until he fell to the ground.

"I was fouled!!"

This thought flashed in Jefferson's mind immediately, and as he thought, the referee's whistle finally rang for him.

Turning his head again, Jefferson saw the guy standing on the other side of him holding his right hand high, looking innocent. The hateful expression was so slapped, and what made Jefferson even more angry was that this guy was the damn number zero of the Grizzlies.

I haven't felt well since this guy came on the field.

"Mr. Referee, I think this should be a boundary ball. I fouled before that guy took action, and he didn't shoot until just now."

Li Feng walked to the referee with a smile and said to the referee in a negotiating tone.

If Jefferson heard Li Feng's words, he would definitely vomit three liters of blood.

That's right, it would be strange if Li Feng was hugged with such a wrestling move that he could make a shot.

Maybe it was because Li Feng's appearance made the referee like it, maybe it was because Jefferson had a bad impression of the referee before.

Li Feng, a nearly technical foul move, ended up winning the Timberwolves a chance to serve out the ball.

Poor Jefferson, poor Timberwolves.

"Is your eyes full of shit? Such fouls are only judged outside the boundary, so ** will collect black money?"

Jefferson was also angry, and his obvious tendency toward the referee was angered.

Although he has been on the bench in Boston for several years, since he came to the Timberwolves, Jefferson will be more or less taken care of by the referee during the game. This kind of "care" even made Jefferson develop a habit.

And now, falling from heaven to hell, Jefferson's emotions burst out.

"What is he doing this fool?"

When Jefferson's scolding came to his ears, Lambis covered his forehead with his hands in disappointment. Lambis, who had been in the NBA for so many years, knew very well what consequences Jefferson's move would bring to him.

If possible, Lambis really wanted to walk to the court to seal Jefferson's damn mouth, but there were not so many ifs in the world, so Lambis simply gave up sitting on the coach's seat and stared at everything that was about to happen on the court with a indifferent look.

And as he expected, the high-ranking referees could not tolerate Jefferson's words. Just five minutes later, Jefferson's second technical foul was put on him.

Jefferson, who had twice made a technical foul, had to leave the stadium and leave the stage that should have belonged to him.

What does Jefferson's fate mean?

You can tell by looking at the rebounds between the Grizzlies and the Timberwolves. Thirty to twenty-two, the game has not yet ended, and the Grizzlies have already grabbed nine more goals than their opponents, and among them, the offensive rebounds are far ahead of the eight-to-one.

Li Feng and Marc Gasol were like two tireless machines, taking rebounds into their own pockets again and again.

At this point, there is no suspense in the game, and the only remaining question is how many points the Grizzlies can win their opponents.

Lambis sat on his coaching seat with his eyes blank, and this defeat seemed to cast a strong shadow on his coaching journey this year.

Will I still sit in my current position after this season? Lambis couldn't bear to think about the answers to the questions.

Everyone's success is on the shoulders of others. And this time, Lambis obviously became Hollins' stepping stone. Victories after five consecutive losses are precious, and Hollins' mood is also extremely complicated.

Li Feng, who once again grabbed a frontcourt rebound, told himself in his heart:

It is this Chinese boy, who is called "the second-largest of the parallel" by many people, who used his own defense to pull the team back from the cliff.

If someone asks Hollins at this time: "What is your biggest gain in this game."

Then Hollins will definitely answer him without hesitation:

"I'm very lucky that this beast belongs to Memphis."

"Why do I feel familiar? Maybe he has the unique taste of that guy on his body! I think Memphis may not be able to recognize the importance of this guy. Fortunately, God blessed, their general manager is Chris Wallace. Idiots who can sell Paul Gasol will definitely sell this Chinese kid."

Li Feng's performance evoked memories of Timberwolves coach Lanbis, making Lanbis unable to help paying attention to this young man. He always felt familiar.
Chapter completed!