The Way of Basketball: Never Talk Shit to Him!
Chapter 179 - 129: These Pacers really dared to lay a hand on Tim Duncan! (Combined)_3

Chapter 179: Chapter 129: These Pacers really dared to lay a hand on Tim Duncan! (Combined)_3

Popovich knew very well that this was the limit for Tim Duncan.

To reduce the deficit even further, let alone take the lead, relying solely on Tim Duncan was not enough.

"Bruce..."

He called Bowen over.

Bowen obviously knew what Popovich wanted him to do.

After so many years together, every time Popovich wanted him to get physical, he would have that serious look.

"That Huaxia rookie, are you confident?"

This was the man Popovich despised the most.

Bowen shook his head.

His recent encounters with Su Wan could be described with two words:

Totally defeated!

"Jermaine then!"

Bowen himself chose someone he felt more confident about handling, and who was very important to the Pacers lineup.

Popovich nodded, as if to agree.

The second half of the game started soon.

Bill Walton keenly noticed that the Spurs had chosen to completely retreat under the basket when rebounding: "They are totally giving up fast-break opportunities!"

He felt a bit puzzled since the rebound numbers from the first half didn’t seem to be an urgent problem they needed to solve.

Instead, it was the three-point shot...

That was what they really needed to figure out how to deal with!

However, he soon found out why the Spurs had made such an arrangement.

"The Spurs got the rebound!"

"On the counterattack..."

"Hey, what’s going on? How did Jermaine fall to the ground? He’s holding his ankle; what is happening?" Inside the TNT studio, Kenny Smith’s voice suddenly rose, but even though he was shouting this, his eyes turned serious.

He knew the Spurs were at it again!

Sure enough, the big screen at the scene kept replaying the details of the rebounding battle, and soon it became clear that Bruce Bowen’s foot was positioned under Jermaine O’Neal as he landed.

"This dirty player is under-cutting again!"

"Damn!"

"That son of a bitch, truly shameless!"

The fans on the scene immediately got agitated, their excitement turning unusually high.

Bruce Bowen had learned his lesson, quickly retreating to the front of the Spurs bench, with the others subtly forming a circle around him.

What a united Spurs team indeed!

Su Wan glanced at Foster but noticed that the other Pacers players were all looking at him.

Reggie Miller even came directly to his side and whispered, "Don’t get worked up, don’t get worked up, let’s win the game first!"

Su Wan gestured a "don’t worry" sign to him.

No incident occurred.

Not only did the referee breathe a sigh of relief, but so did Popovich.

Sure enough!

That kid was all talk.

So what if you crippled Jermaine?

You still have to act as if nothing happened?

Popovich breathed a sigh of relief, nearly regretting not letting Bowen get physical, nearly being bluffed by that kid.

He gestured to the Spurs players to go on court, and Bruce Bowen cautiously stood opposite Su Wan, on full alert.

The moment Su Wan made a move, he would immediately take off running.

But Su Wan just looked on expressionlessly, without making any move.

He relaxed a bit.

"Toot!"

The referee’s whistle sounded amidst the cursing of the entire arena.

The Pacers fans were furious. Why was Bowen, the guy who caused Jermaine’s injury, still allowed to stay on the court, not even called for a foul?

On what grounds?

On what grounds?

Dissatisfaction rapidly spread throughout the Conseco Arena.

And just then, Foster, mismatched with Tim Duncan under the basket, noticed Duncan staring intensely at Su Wan and his face flashed with a hint of malicious intent before he used all his might to apply a "Naked Strangle."

Tim Duncan immediately felt a tearing pain spreading from his arm, and he fell to the ground, clutching the arm that Foster had wrenched, his face in agony, his body curled up.

His painful look, however, provoked cheers from the entire crowd.

Foster asked with a sting, "Tim, I want to be a good person. Do you think I still have a chance?"

Tim Duncan was in too much pain to speak; his usually expressionless face during a game was now completely contorted.

Popovich turned pale with disbelief and took a few steps back. He hadn’t expected the Pacers to actually lay hands on Tim Duncan!

"This is a crime!"

"This is murder!"

"This isn’t something that should happen on a basketball court!"

Popovich was furious, so angry he couldn’t control his emotions, wishing he could rush over to Foster and punch him hard.

Why, why do this to Tim Duncan?

It wasn’t him who started it; why do this to Tim Duncan?

Shouldn’t you be going after Bruce Bowen?

Su Wan also stood near the referee, replying with a cold sneer, "Jeff is a good guy, he just plays a bit rough, he’s just too eager, playoff competition is fierce, these things are inevitable!"

All too piercing "boomerangs," exceptionally spicy.

Popovich glared at Su Wan, "But what did Tim do wrong? Are you trying to end him?"

"What did Tracy do wrong? What did Ray Allen do wrong? What the hell did Jermaine do wrong?"

Su Wan’s roar made Popovich sullenly shut his mouth.

But suddenly, an idea popped into his mind and he turned his head towards Su Wan, prepared to argue further with the referee: "Just wait, rookie, someday, someone will do the same to you. When you’re lying on the ground..."

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