Watching most of the teammates relaxing, Magician liked the feeling... Sothing was off with the rookie!
"Aix, how’s it going, thought of any solutions?" Magician’s tone carried a hint of teasing.
He noticed the rookie was trying hard to play it low-key, claiming he was just playing well, but whenever he acted, he was highly conspicuous. When considering the ga, he always thought from a leader’s perspective.
Sima Zhao’s heart!
Zhang Hao looked at Magician and nodded, saying, "Yes!"
"..."
Magician was speechless. He didn’t have any good solutions, besides hoping outside shooting could be more accurate, which might keep up the trend of maintaining a close ga as they entered Utah Jazz’s rhythm, and finally, gambling on critical shots.
He was just teasing Zhang Hao, didn’t expect the guy actually had a plan!
Based on his understanding of Zhang Hao, Magician knew the rookie wouldn’t shoot off-target.
But what could he possibly co up with at this mont?
Magician curiously asked, "What’s your plan?"
"It’s not a good plan."
Zhang Hao replied with a sentence, then stood up and clapped his hands toward the teammates.
It was unprecedented, Zhang Hao hadn’t done this before, but when the teammates heard the call, they naturally gathered around.
"..."
Magician felt an impulse to gather around too. He had a feeling that even if he didn’t ask Zhang Hao, when Zhang Hao had a plan and called him, he would gather around... He hadn’t noticed before, but now he realized that in this Lakers team, it wasn’t others relying on him, it was him relying on others to win.
And the one he relied on was this rookie right in front of him!
In the past December, in just a month, the teammates had developed this kind of reliance.
This feeling made Magician feel very strange... then he joined in.
"Later we’ll defend like this and this... right, like that... hmm... this way... that way, so... like this..."
The teammates listened intently to the arrangents, with many questions being asked...
Back from the toilet, preparing to emphasize a couple of points in the locker room, Del Harris looked at the players surrounding Zhang Hao with a question mark popping up on his head.
"Oh... Aix is making so arrangents... F! These guys weren’t this focused when listening to my arrangents! And they’ve gathered around!"
Del Harris was frustrated!
"Sure enough, I hate this rookie!"
Thinking this way, Del Harris involuntarily squeezed into the crowd.
"I want to see what kind of arrangent he can make..."
But as soon as Del Harris squeezed in, he was pushed out by the excited players...
Moreover, he heard soone say — "Don’t squeeze! I’m trying to hear the plan for the second half."
Del Harris was pushed back, leaving his suit disheveled, far from the center...
Standing in the corner of the locker room, Del Harris didn’t care about what Zhang Hao arranged or said, just looked at the players’ heightened emotions, vastly different from after his plans!
Their emotions weren’t low, the score was tight, and they definitely wanted to win.
Zhang Hao faced Malone’s aggressive fouls, with anger and determination for sure.
But after grinding out a quarter in Utah Jazz’s rhythm, besides positive emotions, there were also negative emotions like anxiety and frustration.
That’s Utah Jazz’s usual strategy, and it often works. When they have the strength advantage but can’t knock the opponent down instantly, they tend to grind slowly, especially during the playoffs; Utah Jazz can grind as much as possible.
This emotion can’t be reversed by the coach just saying a few words; the coach isn’t a miracle tool.
But now, Del Harris clearly felt the players getting restless!
"F... I really want to know what the guy is saying!"
...
The second half was about to start, and the two teams’ players returned to the court.
Ferocity was Utah Jazz’s nasake. If Bad Boys weren’t so famous in this era, Utah Jazz’s notoriety would surely be greater.
Playing fiercely, maintaining that image during ga breaks.
As they walked from the players’ tunnel, Malone glared at Lakers players as if he wanted to hit them.
Along with those muscles that rival a bodybuilder’s, the intimidation was imnse!
However, this ti Malone didn’t see the other players avoiding his gaze. He couldn’t even feel the usual agitation from fatigue caused by Utah Jazz but rather sensed eagerness and readiness.
At this mont, Malone saw that cool and handso face that irked him again.
Moreover, that guy was doing chest expansion exercises, arms stretched to the sides...
As if warming up the body, the guy walked to the scorer’s table to dust his hands with magnesium powder.
The spectators saw the guy approaching the scorer’s table and started booing...
Salt Lake City fans’ enthusiasm, Malone loved it here. He liked seeing opponents startled by the sudden boos from passionate fans.
But that guy didn’t react... No wait, there was a reaction; Malone noticed that guy seed to have tilted his neck...
The guy grabbed a handful of magnesium powder, raised his arm, leaned backward... inhaling?
His chest puffed up!
Then... a sudden blow!
The magnesium powder blew behind the scorer’s table!
The officials hurriedly dodged, as the powder spread into the fans’ area behind the table!
The fans quickly dodged too, but it was crowded, almost causing a chaos, then the fans started cursing loudly. Others joined in even though they didn’t know what was happening.
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