activa-t Chapter 383 Confused about "Answer"
Chapter 383 Confused about "Answer"
Chapter 383 Confused about "Answer"
Facing the Philadelphia 76ers with such obvious flaws, the Charlotte Bobcats don't even need to use infinite rotation defenses, only traditional marking and double-teaming are enough.
Allen Iverson and Chris Webber choose one to kill, and the 76ers are basically cold.
Of course, Zhao Ke chose Chris Webber in the end. He is easier to strangle to death, and Zhao Ke is a nostalgic person, so it is the proper meaning of the question to give the idol some face.
Chris Webber was defended and only scored 13 points, 4 rebounds and 3 assists. Basically, he only played half of his skills.
Coming to the Philadelphia 76ers, Chris Webber didn't even practice free throws.
Iverson doesn't even practice, I practice XX!
A typical monk can touch it, but I can't touch it?
But Iverson still played beautiful data without training, and since Chris Webber gave up training, his free throw percentage dropped directly by 10 points, less than 60%.
Now open all summer, his wrist is as stiff as wood.
David Lee and Massing Gortat combined to send him 6 free throws in six minutes, but Chris Webber just missed nine of them.
Zhao Ke was very happy on the sidelines. One day, the "shark-cutting tactic" can be used on Chris Webber?
Let you argue with Don Nelson and fall into the tactics he created, right?
Live it!
Allen Iverson, who was isolated and helpless, scored 52 points, 5 assists, 4 rebounds, and 3 steals.
This is the first 50+ that popped out in the new season, and it is probably going to make headlines.
But the Philadelphia 76ers still lost. Iverson was no match for four hands, and the Charlotte Bobcats took the victory 121:107.
After the game, Zhao Ke took advantage of his position to secretly leave the hotel where the Charlotte Bobcats stayed and went to drink with Iverson.
Iverson knew that Zhao Ke didn't like bars, so he simply drove Zhao Ke to the Franklin Museum of Art.
Under the moonlight, in front of the big pillars of the promenade, two people were sitting on the ground holding a lot of wine bottles.
Iverson raised the wine bottle, gurgled down half a bottle, hiccupped and said:
"It's only been a few years. You've already got four championship rings. Your life is too good, isn't it?"
Zhao Ke swallowed most of the bottle in one breath, then shook his finger at Iverson, and said, "I got it based on my strength, what a fool! You are envious and jealous!"
"Bah, do I need to envy you?"
"In addition, I only recognize your championship ring in the second season of the Knicks. You were really awesome in that season, but it's a pity that you were killed by a wine bottle..."
Iverson drank the rest of the wine, looked at the empty bottle in his hand and sighed.
Zhao Ke took another bottle of wine, bit off the cork, and handed it to Iverson, saying:
"Drink your bar! You say this, as if I have retired, I am only 22 years old this year, okay?"
"You know what a fart, people will always feel sad when they get old..."
Iverson took the wine and took a sip.
"Hehe, 30-year-old Mr. Iverson, are you unable to lift a knife or drink alcohol now?"
Zhao Ke blew the wine out of the bottle in one gulp, and showed Iverson with the bottle mouth down provocatively.
Iverson ignored him, and said lightly:
"When it comes to drinking, ten of you are no match for me! You drink slowly, I have something to discuss with you!"
Zhao Ke was already a little bit up, moved back and leaned against the pillar.
"Speak up, mortal! You are confused, God Zhao Ke will help you solve your problems..."
Iverson threw the wine bottle over and scolded: "You have such a cheap mouth, you will be beaten to death sooner or later!"
Zhao Ke took the pass, took a sip, and said, "Idol, you are right, I just came back from life..."
"Zhao Ke, I'm thinking about whether I should leave Philadelphia?"
Iverson was too lazy to talk to Zhao Ke and said seriously.
"why?"
Zhao Ke was not surprised that Iverson had such an idea.
Allen Iverson is a proud guy. This season, the team almost got him to Minnesota behind his back. How can this guy keep his face!
"It feels like staying in Philadelphia, there is no hope. Look at Billy King, the big Saby, who has made the team look like a god all these years!"
The more Iverson spoke, the more angry he became, and he took a big sip of wine.
"Look at today's lineup, Chris and I are the only ones who can fight. If this goes on, we won't even make it to the playoffs!"
"Then where do you want to go?"
Never going against people who make complaints is the basic quality of being a good tree hole.
"do not know!"
Iverson spit out three words sullenly, and drank most of the bottle again "dongdongdong".
"Do you want to go to a strong team or a weak team?"
"Nonsense, of course I will go to the strong team, what hope do I have for the weak team?"
"Oh, so you want to hug your thigh!" Zhao Ke teased.
"I hug you uncle!"
Iverson threw another bottle over.
Zhao Ke caught it casually and put it aside.
Iverson said depressedly: "Then I will go to a weak team..."
"Which weak team do you want to go to? Bulls, Knicks, Trail Blazers, Hornets, Grizzlies, Hawks, Supersonics, none of these can make the playoffs. You can choose any one. If you go, you can fight for the playoffs for life!"
Zhao Ke put on a look like I really broke my heart because of you.
"Zhao Ke, these teams are inferior!"
"Do you have a feeling that it's not as good as the 76ers!"
Iverson froze for a moment, and said angrily, "You kid scolding me around the corner?"
"No, I swear directly and never beat around the bush!"
When Zhao Ke drank, his mouth was unparalleled in the world.
"According to what you mean, I can't leave Philadelphia? If you go to a strong team, you will be told to hug your thighs and go to a weak team. Why don't you just hang around here and wait to die?"
Iverson was not drunk, and his alcohol capacity was indeed much better than that of Zhao Ke.
"Allen, what do you want to do after leaving Philadelphia? Do you want to win another championship? Or do you want to earn more money?"
Iverson opened his mouth, yes, what do I want to do?
"For the championship, you already won the most difficult single-core championship in history in 2001. You are the only king in Philadelphia. There is no need to prove it again! If you are not for the championship, then there is no need to leave Philadelphia. Here are the best fans in the world, right?"
Iverson nodded, I agree with your point of view, but it doesn't mean I'm convinced!
"But I'm not happy in Philly!"
"Your unhappiness is neither because of the championship, nor because of money, nor because of the head coach, but because of Billy King, the big Saby, right?"
Iverson didn't speak, continued to drink, come on, you almost convinced me!
"Then drive Billy King away..." Zhao Ke urged.
Iverson rolled his eyes, I wasted tons of saliva with you drunk cat, who wouldn't want to get Billy King away?
The key is not to get rid of it, this guy is like a cancer cell, the 76ers will not stop until they die!
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