Chapter 119

Pfft.

Only?

What am I saying.

Su Yan's 6 steals in a single quarter is already quite remarkable, very impressive."

"Haha!"

Doug Collins laughed, his expression also very shocked, "6 steals in a single quarter, 9 steals in the first half, only one away from the single-game 10-steal record set by Ron Harper during his rookie season.

Only one away.

And Su Yan's 6 steals in the second quarter were all against the "Son of the Wind" Nash alone, firmly locking him down.

Under the defense of "Prediction Master" Su Yan, Nash was unable to move a step, not to mention making continuous turnovers, and he even lost contact with his team.

This led to the team not playing well either.

The team's maximum 10-point lead was narrowed again and again under Su Yan's continuous steals and counterattacks; by the end of the first half, the Bulls had overtaken by 4 points.

25 points, 3 rebounds, 2 assists, 8 steals, 2 blocks.

25 points + 8 steals in the first half, this is Su Yan's stat line; this is the performance of an undrafted rookie; this is simply powerful to this extent.

It's outrageous."

"Holy! Shit!"

Eli Ott was also trembling more and more as he listened, following up with an excited low roar: "One of the Mavericks' two cores, the 'Son of the Wind' Nash, has been locked down by Su Yan.

Second half.

The Mavericks' other core: 'German Tank' Dirk Nowitzki.

He must stand up in time and use his unsolvable 'Golden Rooster Standing on One Leg', use his strong solution signature move, to help the team find its aura back."

The commentators were talking.

The players were discussing.

And the Mavericks had exactly this idea, because... Nash, during the break between quarters, was lying on the sofa, doubting life for a moment.

It is understandable.

A top-five level All-Star point guard in the league, being stolen from 6 times in a single quarter by an undrafted rookie—this is simply inconceivable.

Even Jordan possessed couldn't do it.

That also means this is extremely embarrassing.

Nash has a good temper and wouldn't go berserk, wouldn't get angry enough to find Su Yan to fight, but... the shame and the fact that he really couldn't attack.

Made his mindset infinitely frustrated.

Clearly.

Such a low state will definitely affect his offense in the second half.

So... Mavericks coach Don Nelson, while comforting Nash, told Nowitzki to stand up and help the team score.

"Understood!"

Nowitzki was confident and calm.

His performance in the first half was not bad.

With Nash's wonderful passes, he could attack more easily; if not, his "Golden Rooster", his offense was also very sharp.

He could score just the same.

He is an All-Star, he is the "German Tank", that's no joke.

And so.

The second half returned.

When Nash was beaten into a wilted state by Su Yan, Nowitzki took the initiative to carry the offensive banner, first using a left-wing back-to-the-basket turn, forcibly breaking through Antonio, and hitting a low layup.

Then.

At the right high post, facing Da Yao's defense, he still used his turn-around "Golden Rooster" during contact, ignoring the defense, and forcibly shooting.

Slight leg lift + fadeaway + tall stature + decent jumping ability.

Da Yao couldn't block it either and could only sigh; the key is... he could always hit this shot that had a high degree of difficulty.

"Swish!"

Nowitzki hit again.

"COME! ON!"

"This 'Golden Rooster' is truly unsolvable, truly impressive!"

"This is outrageous!"

"'German Tank', he's shooting well! Hard to handle!!!"

The home fans showed difficult expressions, feeling somewhat uneasy.

But.

The situation on the court had not been reversed.

Nowitzki could score, Su Yan could also score, and Da Yao was also pressing Antoine Walker in the paint.

Because.

226 cm and 203 cm in height—the gap is ultimately too large.

Even if Antoine Walker can grab more than 8 rebounds per game, facing Da Yao, in front of absolute height, that won't work either.

But.

Even if the "Dragon Kingdom Twin Stars" performed like this, because Nowitzki kept scoring, the Bulls couldn't pull away the score.

After all.

When Nowitzki exerts his power, the Bulls' defensive attention will shift; Nash, although depressed, could still score if given a real opportunity.

Furthermore.

Finley also has combat power, which is to a certain extent stronger than Hinrich.

In this case.

Su Yan narrowed his eyes into a slit, thinking quickly, and stepped out, appearing... in front of Nowitzki.

That's right.

The 198 cm Su Yan was going to single-defend Nowitzki.

'Golden Rooster? I'd like to see if you have any good offensive opportunities under my 【Eye of the Heavenly Emperor】.'

A faint light flashed in Su Yan's eyes.

His desire to defend surged.

"Hmm?"

Nowitzki, seeing the defensive player become Su Yan, took the initiative to create a mismatch for himself to attack; he naturally wouldn't be polite.

"I'm not Nash; you coming to defend me is like giving it away for free."

Consecutive hits + mismatch.

Nowitzki matched up against Su Yan, full of confidence.

"That may not be so."

Su Yan smiled faintly.

"Is that so?"

Nowitzki also smiled slightly, "Then... Uncle is going to start back-to-the-basket attacking."

As the sound fell.

Nowitzki chose to back-to-the-basket attack Su Yan; Su Yan's first reaction was still to retreat, avoiding contact, but his defense still didn't lose position.

'Retreating without contact? Isn't that giving it away?'

'Seeing me retreat, center of gravity leaning back, this is the rhythm of preparing for the Golden Rooster.'

The two had their own little thoughts inwardly.

But... 【Eye of the Heavenly Emperor】, Su Yan predicted Nowitzki's prediction.

When Nowitzki gathered the ball and lifted his leg, fading away entirely, preparing for the Golden Rooster shot, Su Yan, as if waiting for a long time, swiped the ball away casually.

But it was just right.

He slapped the ball away.

"Hmm?"

Nowitzki was surprised.