Seventy-four: Brad Miller’s Disadvantages

"Doug, are you okay?" asked Tomjanovic.

"fine!"

"Give you five minutes of rest and see how Vlad deals with him. After five minutes, you go up and kick him hard in the ass. How about it?"

"Okay." Rachel nodded and agreed.

After seeing Rachel agreeing, Tomjanovic immediately gathered the players. "Vlad, you take over Doug and teach Rachel how to deal with that guy."

"No problem, boss."

"Sasha, you take Chucky, and after you bring the ball to the frontcourt, you pass it to Vlad or Kobe, and then you have to keep running and try to pull Mike or Bobby out of the defensive circle."

"Um!"

...

The game started soon again, and Rachel stayed off the court. She sat upright on the bench and watched the game with all her concentration-

After Vujasic brought the ball to the frontcourt, he quickly threw it to Divac near the free throw line. After Divac received the ball, he stretched his waist against Brad Miller, and then suddenly slapped the ball to the left, completely attracting Brad Miller's center of gravity. Then he turned around and completely passed Brad Miller, and took a step forward and shot, and hit it.

"Doug, stand by me." Tomjanovic waved to Rachel.

Rachel quickly got up and walked to Tom Janovic.

"Doug, have you seen something?" Tomjanovic said, pointing at Brad Miller in the field.

“He moves very slowly!”

"Well, keep watching! Standing next to me," Tomjanovic put his hand on Rachel's shoulder, and then the two of them stood on the sidelines, forming a beautiful landscape.

After Bobby Jackson (replaced Mike Bibby) brought the ball to the frontcourt, he immediately handed it to Brad Miller near the free throw line. As soon as Brad Miller received the ball, Divac pressed it tightly on Brad Miller. Brad Miller had no space, so he had to turn his back and arch Divac with his butt, arched it in while slapping the ball. Although the space was pulled out, it was awkward no matter how you looked.

Divac immediately stretched out his arms to interfere with the ball in front. Brad Miller was really unstable for a moment. Fortunately, Bobby Jackson came around from the other side. Brad Miller quickly passed the ball over, then stepped forward to block Vujasic, and Bobby Jackson made a three-pointer and hit.

"Did you see something?" Tomjanovic said, pointing at Brad Miller in the stadium.

"His back-on singles are not strong," Rachel replied with her head down.

"Very good, go and have a rest now, I'll change you to the court later." Tomjanovic smiled and patted Rachel's ass, watching Rachel return to the bench. "What a wonderful thing this kid would be if the offense could be better. Even if he only shoots at an open position, even if the shooting percentage is only 40%, his future will definitely not be worse than that of Phoenix!" Tomjanovic said in his heart. Unfortunately, Rachel is not very interested in offense. He has never practiced offense seriously except for free throws every day.

As soon as Bobby Jackson came on the court, the King's tactical system became much smoother, and Princeton's tactics, which were once mercury, were also played out. Although his personal technical and tactical ability was not as good as Mike Bibby, at least when he was on the court, the team's ball rotation was much smoother. After all, he had no intention of coveting the boss's position.

Gradually, the King also pulled back the momentum. With three minutes left in the second quarter, the King overtook the score by one point through Stojakovic's three-pointer. Tomjanovic decisively called a timeout.

"The problem now is that on the defensive end we can't keep up with the opponent's rhythm, and on the offensive end we are brought into their rhythm. We have to make a change, Doug, you replace Vlad, your task is to lock Brad Miller and not let him do whatever he wants. Chucky, replace Sasha, Chucky, stabilize your rhythm first and not be affected by the opponent. In the last three minutes, I hope we can enter the locker room with a five-point advantage. Tell me, can you do it?"

"Yes!" The Lakers will respond loudly.

"Okay, guys, come on the fight!"

With a dripping sound, the game started again. After Rachel served Atkins, she quickly ran to the frontcourt.

"Rookie, are you coming up and performing falling down again?" Brad Miller's voice rang in Rachel's ears.

"Old bird, be careful of your head, because I will fly over from above at any time!" After Rachel made a trash talk, she did not have too much contact with Brad Miller and ran directly in the frontcourt. Brad Miller naturally did not dare to relax and followed closely, but the gap in his footsteps still slowed him down. Rachel used Butler to take a pick-and-roll and quickly threw Brad Miller away. At this time, the one who switched to defense was Chris Weber, not Stojakovic. This was the first time the two brothers faced the enemy head-on.

Many reporters picked up the camera and recorded this historic moment. After Rachel ran over with Chris Webber, Kobe's basketball was quickly passed into Rachel's hand. Rachel quickly turned around and faced Webber head-on. Webber looked at Rachel with a smile and said with a smile: "Doug, I'll shoot you, do you dare to shoot?"

"Don't say trash to me, that's useless!" Rachel was unhappy.

"You don't dare to vote for the empty space. What a waste!" Weber was also merciless.

Rachel might have been so agitated by him, and she was really annoyed. She leaned back and sent the ball out in moderation. Weber just turned around and wanted to grab the rebound. But she found that Odom was already pressing Stojakovic and hung on the basket.

"Don't talk to me trash, that's useless." Rachel yelled at Webber, turned around and left, leaving Webber with a big back.

Haha, who is the arrogant and domineering hero?

"This kid is interesting." Webber muttered and ran quickly towards the frontcourt.
Chapter completed!