Chapter 32

"Not passed on?"

Barkley groaned strangely.

"Oops!"

James looked back and saw that there was no ball flying towards Marbury, he knew he had been fooled, and quickly turned his head again.

"Damn rookie!"

Marbury, who was also deceived, stretched out his hand in vain, wasting his expression, and cursed in his heart.

Taking advantage of James' opportunity, Li Ba immediately lowered his arms and held the ball in front of his chest. At this time, Big Z has moved to his right side, and his right arm is in front of him, blocking his shooting space.

But, genius knows, he has no intention of shooting at all, never has.

When the big Z didn't move completely to the front, Li Ba immediately stepped forward with his right foot. While entering the paint area, his right shoulder hit the big Z's chest heavily with his right shoulder.

Although it is not a reasonable collision zone, the big Z is moving and has not landed in front of Li Ba, so this collision is reasonable and legal, and the referee not far away did not express anything.

Li Ba approached four feet in one step, and reached the edge of the reasonable collision zone in one step.

The front is a no-man's land, no further adjustments are made, the left heel is put on the air, and the arms are swung towards the basket.

"boom!"

The basket trembled rapidly, and the ball smashed into the basket.

"Slam dunk! Monster dunk! This is a perfect and crazy two-hand dunk!" Barkley roared excitedly.

“monster dunk!!!!!!!!!”

The adrenaline rush of the Suns' home court was instantly bursting. Intense cheers resounded throughout the American West Arena, and most of the fans responded, raising their arms and roaring.

"Mr. Gilbert, nice boy!"

In the VIP room of the stadium, general manager Colangelo smiled at Cavaliers owner Gilbert Sr.

"Our LeBron is better, he is the No. 1 pick, and the No. 1 pick only comes out once in ten or even twenty years." Gilbert Sr. laughed.

"Hehe!" Colangelo smiled and said nothing.

He is now very satisfied with Li Ba, a very marketable rookie. The fans who were still booing him just now, now they are all screaming for him.

He is different from other managers, and he also pursues the championship, but his ultimate goal, since he entered the Suns thirty years ago, has always been to build a good football market.

So he likes players like Li Ba who can attract fans. This is also the reason why he does not reject D'Antoni, because the running and bombing style that D'Antoni described to him should bring a good market.

"Shet!"

Toronto, Bosh cursed gloomily.

"It's a pity I don't have those big hands!"

Miami, Wade shook his head, sighing again.

He would be fooled by Li Ba's fake move just now. The power of the swing is so great, but the control over the ball is slightly less, who would dare to swing like that?

Marbury controlled the time well in this attack. It took fifteen seconds, leaving the Cavaliers with one second of attack time.

The Cavaliers didn't call a timeout either, and served from the baseline. James received the ball, was entangled by Marion, and couldn't make a shot. At the end of the first quarter, at 31:32, the Suns led by one point at home.

Li Ba played forty-six seconds, scored four points on two shots and two rebounds, one of which was an offensive rebound.

His performance can be seen from the attitude of the fans at the scene. There are not many people booing him, and there are only some diehard and extreme fans of Amare.

There were probably hundreds of people on the scene. After all, Amare's style of play was very explosive and won their hearts.

"Hey, old bird, keep passing the ball to me, and you will definitely be able to compete for the assist king." When he was off the court, Li Ba smiled authentically with his arms around Marbury's shoulders.

"Rookie, according to NBA rules, you can't have so many possessions," Marbury said.

"What's the rule? That rookie shot twenty times in the first game. Where's the rule?" Li Ba stared at James on the other side.

"He is the No. 1 pick, how about you?" Marbury said angrily.

"What the hell, don't tell me I'll grab it myself." Li Ba said in Mandarin angrily.

Marbury didn't understand, so he said puzzledly: "tomato? Do you want to eat tomato now?"

"No, I like purple grapes." Li Ba smiled cheaply.

There was a 130-second break between the quarters. After the players returned, Frank and D'Antoni discussed the bench lineup and tactics for the next quarter.

"In the first quarter, we had the same rebounds as the Cavaliers, both with 16, so we have to continue to maintain it in the second quarter. The hammer continues, we need his rebounds."

Li Ba scored two rebounds in 46 seconds, including an offensive rebound, Frank said.

Data is everything. Li Ba has shown his rebounding ability, and rebounding is the foundation of everything. This is why he wants to use Li Ba.

"Jack's rebounding is also good. In addition, our No. 17 pick in the first round of this year should also play, and we can't let him always sit on the bench." D'Antoni said.

"Compared with Jack, Li Ba's scoring ability is stronger. At least his performance just now, I need more time to observe him. As for the No. 17 pick, I can let him play."

Frank also wanted to see who was better, Li Ba or the No. 17 pick.

In terms of height, Li Ba is suitable for the third and fourth positions, and the No. 17 pick is suitable for the fourth and fifth positions, but Li Ba's movement is not good, he can only play the fourth and fifth positions, and the positions overlap, which requires a comparison.

D'Antoni nodded, and said again: "I hope the substitutes can play more stably. In the second quarter, we will hold on and wait for the main players to return."

In this way, in the original substitute lineup, Jack Voskull was taken and Li Ba was replaced. In addition, the starting player Penny continued to stay on the court to stabilize the morale of the army and direct the overall situation.

Then Frank beckoned, signaling the four substitutes to come up and listen to his explanation of tactics.

Jack Waskull, who wasn't called, became upset.

He was the No. 4 pick in the second round in 2000. Playing time is very important to him. He has been reused by the Suns, but now his time is robbed. This makes him feel bad and needs to chat with Frank.

"Hey, little man, keep sitting on the bench."

When Li Ba was called, he was very excited, and when he got up, he bumped into Barbosa who was guarding the water dispenser.

"If we hit again, I'll call the coach." Barbosa muttered.

"Why don't you call me Dad?" Li Ba asked with a puzzled expression.

"Asshole, don't expect me to pass the ball to you in the future." Barbosa said dissatisfiedly.

"Hey, are you afraid of you? Let's talk first." Li Ba laughed.

When Li Ba stood up, James, who was on the Cavaliers' bench next to him, saw it and immediately stood up, asking his coach Paul Silas to play.

This coach, who was born as an NBA forward, was an All-Star, won the NBA championship twice, defended the first team twice, and defended the second team three times. The glory of the player is much higher than the glory of the coach.

The coaching performance is average, with a career winning percentage of 44.8%. This winning percentage can currently enter the playoffs in the East, but it is not enough in the West. He also coached the Cavaliers this season and was in New Orleans last season.

"LeBron, do you want to play against that rookie?" Silas knew what he was thinking when he saw James.

"Yes, coach, I think so."

James didn't mean to hide anything. The boss Gilbert Sr. had promised him that he would be the boss of this team, not Ricky Davis. Therefore, his attitude in the team has always been very high-profile, recruiting younger brothers and so on, which is also what Davis is dissatisfied with him.

"But you're in the wrong position. Oh, look at their bench, the No. 17 rookie came in, he's the size to play center. LeBron, you have a chance. So, you play with that rookie position. Use your Your performance tells him that you are the No. 1 pick, and he is just an undrafted pick."

Silas will not stop James. This season, and even the last few seasons, belong to James. He can play as he wants, which is the boss's account.

"I will." James stared at Li Ba confidently.