Chapter 159: What do you know as a single dog

The time in the training always passed quickly. At nine o'clock in the evening, the Staples Center was brightly lit and full of people. Fans gathered here, waiting for the upcoming game tonight.

This arena is the most special arena in the league. It is the only arena shared by the Clippers and the Lakers. And whenever the Lakers play at home, there will be stars gathering on the sidelines. Hollywood Celebrities, pop singers, and models spend a lot of money and come to the sidelines to watch ten burly men scramble for that orange basketball.

Many of them don't understand the rules of basketball at all, and they are not interested in basketball. They just use this place as a show to show themselves.

At best, they know Kobe's name and don't know anyone else at all. They will applaud politely after the Lakers score, but they will never act aggressively, because that will mess up their well-prepared clothes.

Of course, the density of stars on the sidelines of the Lakers is directly proportional to the importance of the game. The annual Christmas game is the favorite game of the stars, which means the attention of fans across the United States.

And tonight the Lakers are only playing against the Warriors-an unknown team, except for Jack Nicholson, a diehard fan of the Lakers, there are only a few small stars on the sidelines.

Behind the bench of the visiting Warriors, a woman with a hot body and a pretty face, wearing Curry's No. 30 jersey, looked at the field with a smile. Curry also looked over here from time to time, and the two looked Teasing love, as if pouring out endless tenderness, as if the more than [-] spectators in the stadium did not exist, and only each other remained in the world.

This woman is naturally Ayesha.

She is also working hard in Hollywood. Although she is not well-known, she can barely be regarded as a star who is too small, but she is also working hard for her dream, hoping to become a big star one day.

After the start of the season, the Warriors played more than a dozen games, but none of them visited Los Angeles. This is the first time Ayesha has the opportunity to watch Curry's game live.

Her Warriors No. 30 blue and white jersey stood out among the crowd of Lakers No. 24 purple and gold jerseys. Coupled with her beautiful appearance, she frequently attracted the attention of others.

But Ayesha didn't care. Curry was the only one in her eyes. When Curry warmed up and made a three-pointer, she applauded him selflessly, as if Curry made a lore shot against Kobe. , surprising those around her.

On the field, while Curry was warming up, he looked in Ayesha's direction from time to time, with a smirk unconsciously on the corner of his mouth, which made Butler beside him sneer:

"Stephen, spring hasn't arrived yet, and your estrus is here?"

Curry glanced at him:

"What do you know as a single dog..."

Butler curled his lips in disdain:

"Women only affect my practice!"

He ignored Curry and turned to practicing spot-up three-pointers.

And Curry didn't get distracted anymore, he restrained his smile, concentrated on warming up, relaxing, and preparing for the upcoming game.

After establishing a relationship with Ayesha, he stayed in Charlotte to train, and Ayesha was working hard in Hollywood. The two got together less often, and had few opportunities to meet each other. They could only chat and video every day to relieve the pain of lovesickness.

After he entered the NBA, he was busy with training and games every day. He even had very little time for video calls with Ayesha. The two could only chat for a while at night and say good night to each other, which made him miss Ayesha more and more. strong.

Before this game, Curry asked the team to prepare an away ticket for him and sent it to Ayesha. The two finally met again, and it has been a month and a half since the last time the two met.

Curry was overjoyed, and made up his mind that he must must perform well, try his best to win the game, and give Ayesha the best meeting gift!

He took a few deep breaths, came to the top of the arc and began to shoot three-pointers.

Curry first made a shot close to the three-point line, and the basketball went into the net hollow.

He took a step back, received the trainer's pass, raised his hand and made another three-pointer, which was still hollow.

He took another step back, took the ball and dribbled it twice casually, raised his hand and threw it, but it was still hollow.

He took the third step back and stepped on the Lakers logo. The trainer passed the ball over. He didn't stop at all, he raised his hand and threw it. The basketball drew a long arc and fell straight into the net. middle.

After making four consecutive three-pointers that went farther and farther, Curry shook his hands and stopped shooting three-pointers. Instead, he took the basketball, stepped on small steps, and dribbled under the crotch and behind his back uninterruptedly. The movement is extremely smooth, all the way to the basket, and the ball is backhanded on the board.

After watching the basketball hit the net, Curry clenched his fists, looked at his hands, and then looked up at Ayesha who gave him a thumbs up, with a big smile on his face.

"Ayesha, I will definitely win this game...even if the opponent is the Lakers!" Curry murmured in a low voice.

He has a feeling of heat all over his body, his palms are hot, and his hands feel empty. When he sees the basketball, he has a desire to throw it. The basket seems to be bigger in his eyes, as if it is easy to hit.

Curry looked at the opposite Lakers player who was warming up, and grabbed the air twice with his left hand. He couldn't wait to start the game.

The referee didn't make him wait too long, and a few minutes later, the starters from both sides stepped onto the field and the game began.

This game was not broadcast live across the United States. The live commentary at the Staples Center was just a sports commentary from a local station in Los Angeles, and it was not well-known.

Before the season, no one could have imagined that the Warriors would play such an amazing performance. This expected battle of defending champions turned into a strong dialogue between the No. [-] in the West and the No. [-] in the West, which made the broadcasters regret it.

However, the Warriors have temporarily adjusted several games to the national live broadcast before. It is impossible to adjust every game for the Warriors. The broadcaster can only watch a focus battle and become a local broadcast. They also scolded them.

It's different in China. Yao Ming is injured, Yi Jianlian's Nets team has a poor record, while the Warriors have an excellent record and the game is very entertaining. This makes every game of the Warriors be broadcast.

Today, Sina Sports broadcast the Warriors VS Lakers game, with Ke Fan and Ma Jian explaining it together.

"Good morning, audience friends. Welcome to the game between the Warriors and the Lakers. I am the host, Ke Fan. Today, Mr. Ma Jian and I will explain this game to you... The Warriors have followed the usual starting lineup— —Curry, Azubuike, Butler, Varejao and Biedrins; the Lakers also sent the starting five that have been used this season-Kobe, Fisher, Artest, Gasol And Bynum, both sides have a neat lineup, and they have rested for several days. The first wave of possession!"

As Ke Fan's voice fell, the Warriors players rushed into the frontcourt and began to attack.

On the sidelines, Zhang Yu stood up uncharacteristically, crossed his arms around his chest, and looked at the field solemnly. When the game started, he was always sitting on the Diaoyutai.

Curry dribbled the ball past him and glanced at him. Zhang Yu patted his head with his right hand. Curry nodded in understanding, and turned to look at Fisher, who was standing in front of him, with a solemn expression.

Since the Lakers used regular matchups and didn't let Kobe defend him, then he was impolite.

Curry came to the top of the arc, didn't call a pick-and-roll, faced Fisher's simple change of direction, swayed a little space, raised his hand and scored a three-pointer!

Fisher couldn't react in time, and was a step slower in blocking the shot. He could only watch the basketball fly over his head, draw a high arc, and enter the net hollowly.

3: 0.

Ma Jian was surprised and said:

"Did Curry shoot this kind of three-pointer when he came up? The confidence is too high!"

Bullet screens flew up in the live broadcast room:

"666!"

"I haven't watched the NBA for a long time, do all the players play like this now?"

"Fuck, ruthless!"

Fisher was a little surprised, but he didn't take the ball to heart.

In his opinion, Curry must have been fooled, and if he entered, he would enter, just pay more attention later.

Round transition, the Lakers played from the routine, Fisher dribbled the ball across the half, to the low Gasol, the latter singles Varejao, a steady hit.

3: 2.

Looking back, facing Fisher, Curry still chose singles.

This time Fisher took a step up and didn't give Curry room to shoot a three-pointer, but the distance between the two was too close, and Curry made a big change in front of his body and rushed past Fisher. .

Instead of trying to challenge Bynum's rim protector, he stopped at the free throw line and made a mid-range shot.

5: 2.

Ke Fan laughed;

"Curry is in good shape. He scored 5 points in a row. Fisher's defense is completely useless."

Ma Jian nodded in agreement:

"Fisher is suitable for defending a heavy guard like Deron Williams. His feet are not fast enough, and it is very difficult to defend against a flexible guard like Curry."

What both of them can see, the head coach must be able to see too, but Phil Jackson is just sitting there with the old god, his eyes behind the lens are calm and peaceful, and he doesn't mean to adjust at all.

The bullet screen in the live broadcast room was brushed up:

"Buddha, hurry up, Curry's monster monkey is making trouble at Staples!"

"Don't talk, don't disturb Zen Master's meditation practice!"

"Did Jenny Buss drain the old man last night? You can take it easy!"

On the field, the game continued, Gasol still asked for the ball in the low post, this ball Varejao interfered in place, he didn't score, and the small hook bounced out of the frame.

The rebound bounced into Azubuike's hands. He quickly advanced with the ball, but the Lakers retreated quickly. He didn't have a chance to hit the inside and passed the ball to Curry.

Following Curry was Fisher. After Curry received the ball, he made a move to break through. Fisher retreated quickly, but he withdrew again. He raised his hand and scored a three-pointer!

Fisher's right hand was sealed to Curry's face, but it didn't help, and the basketball was still hollow into the net.

8: 2.

After the ball was scored, Curry patted his chest and pointed to the sky, but instead of chewing on his braces, he smiled and looked at Ayesha.

Ayesha stood up from her seat with an excited face and applauded Curry's goal. She was particularly conspicuous among a group of quiet Lakers fans. The live broadcast camera was also aimed at her in a timely manner, attracting the attention of all fans.

"Fuck, where is the beauty?"

"I have to say, I've watched the game for so many years, the quality of the Lakers fans at home is the highest!"

"Which female star in Hollywood is this? Tell me!"

"A group of fake fans, this is Curry's girlfriend!"

The barrage in the live broadcast room surged instantly, and these straight men were criticized by old perverts.

Fans focused on the beauties, but Kobe didn't care about it at all. He looked at Curry, who was celebrating wantonly at the Lakers' home court, and his eyes gradually became stern.

He always remembered Zhang Yu's words in his heart, but just because the game had just started and deliberately controlled his desire to shoot, the Lakers still followed the arranged tactics and let Gasol focus on the weak inside of the Warriors.

But Kobe is Kobe after all, Kobe is so competitive that he is paranoid, he will never tolerate a rookie running wild at the Staples Center!

Fisher dribbled the ball just over the frontcourt, and was about to throw the ball to Gasol again, but Kobe directly reached out to him for the ball.

Fisher looked at Kobe, then at Gasol, who was stuck in his position and raised his right hand, and finally could only look helplessly at Phil Jackson.

But the Zen master still sat there as firmly as Mount Tai, looking at Fisher calmly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if saying:

"Boy, there are always some things in the world that require you to make your own decisions-such as whether to pass the ball to Kobe."

When Fisher turned around, Kobe was still holding out his hand firmly. He gritted his teeth, left the tactics behind, and quickly hit the ball to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Gasol wisely didn't ask for the ball anymore, and obediently ran to the weak side to give Kobe room for singles.

Kobe took the basketball, and Butler was waiting in front of him, his muscles tensed, watching Kobe's movements with full attention.

Kobe stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, like a poisonous black mamba slowly spitting out a scarlet snake letter.

He relaxed, leaned down to dribble, and slowly stepped forward. Butler changed his footsteps and stepped back, trying to interfere with Kobe's dribble.

But Kobe protected the ball very steadily. He made a small change of direction, and suddenly took a big step to the right, entered the three-point line, pulled up and shot!

Butler took off in time to interfere, but Kobe leaned back slightly, raised his arms high, and adjusted the arc, the basketball flew past Butler's fingertips, and the bullet hit the net!

8: 4.

After the ball was scored, Kobe looked calm and retreated back to the defense. He has made thousands of pull-up jumpers in his career, and there will be no waves in his heart.

Kobe just glanced at Curry coldly, but Fisher's heart trembled when he saw it. He knew that Kobe was already angry!

"Boss 666!"

"Seeing the nagging eyes, the volute is angry!"

"Hehe, just be proud of yourself, there will be iron tetroxide in a while!"

The live broadcast room talked about Kobe's ball, some were blowing, some were black.

This is how Alliance No. 1 is treated—there are as many opponents as there are supporters.