Champion Rules

Chapter 58 055: God is not a Ni Ge (Please read!)
Phoenix tonight is full of ridicule.

Suns fans reveled in the happiness of having Steve Nash and mocked Stephen Marbury's incompetence.

"You should get this piece of garbage thrown out of Arizona!"

"Steve and Amare will tear you and your master apart!"

“You suck!”

Stephen Marbury waited silently for the ball to be kicked off. He closed his eyes and tried to suppress the pain in his temples.

These insults once upset him, and every time at this time, Grant Hill's gentle voice would ring in his mind: "I'm still running."

It turns out that there is really no point in caring too much about what fans think.

It's not just New York fans who are unkind; Phoenix fans are too.

Marbury also led the Suns to the playoffs, but look at what they are saying now? It's really ironic.

Marbury is like a used Biyun suit. It feels great when it is used, but people dislike it after it is used.

He decided to ignore them.

At the start of the game, Amar'e Stoudemire got the first attack ball.

Steve Nash was intercepted by Stephen Marbury just after he crossed half court.

This was the most serious Marbury Lynch had ever seen on defense. He used excellent lateral movement and confrontation to entangle Nash.

But if Marbury could just try hard to defend Nash, Nash would not have become the man with the most MVPs in the 96 golden generation.

Steve Nash is best known for his passing and jump shots, but his dribbling is also historically powerful.

Facing the pressure from Marbury, Nash, who was at a disadvantage, was still able to control the ball steadily, and suddenly accelerated like a pianist playing a variation of notes, taking the opportunity to pass by Marbury with a change of rhythm.

Just as Marbury was about to give chase, Amare Stoudemire was already blocking his route like a moving wall.

The classic V-shaped pick-and-roll shone brightly in Phoenix's home court. Marbury cursed and bypassed the screen as quickly as possible, but Nash was faster. The figure with long flowing hair had already calmly received the ball in a position that Marbury could not cover.

The 30-year-old white guard's jump shot stability is terrifying. Giving him space almost means that the defense has failed.

But Lynch was late, and he ended up cleaning up Stephen Marbury's mess.

However, the Suns' offense is not over yet. It can even be said that their offense has just entered the most exciting stage.

Steve Nash immediately found Stoudemire in the gap between people. This top-notch rim-breaker had the ability to convert all of Nash's passes into a powerful shot.

This is the Phoenix Suns, they have an unparalleled offense.

If you don't delay Nash, his mid-range shots will bleed you.

But if you delay Nash, you will have to endure the heavy hammer of Amar'e Stoudemire.

Defenders had to choose between paraquat and arsenic.

Stoudemire took a long stride, collected the ball, and leaped straight for the basket. Marion had already pulled Kurt Thomas to the three-point line, leaving the Knicks' basket unprotected.

He leaped into the air and slammed the ball into the basket with one arm.

"boom!"

The basket made a loud noise, but the basketball bounced out.

Lynch reached his hand before the basket at the last moment when Stoudemire completed the dunk and blocked the dunk!
Amar'e Stoudemire's unparalleled athleticism allowed him to easily complete this kind of dribble-to-the-rim attack, but when Lynch defended him, he instantly seemed less quick. Of course, Lynch's excellent shot-blocking anticipation also gave him a chance to save Huashan.

In the CCTV studio, Yu Jia had the words "split Mount Huashan with all his strength" on the tip of his tongue, but he forced himself to hold them back.

The man who claimed, "I think no one in the league can defend me," slapped himself in the face on his first attack.

Grant Hill's quick eyes and hands snatched up the ball, and a rainbow pass across the court tore through the clamor of Phoenix. New York's No. 3 shot downfield like an arrow, slamming the ball into the basket with a single arm.

"Stephen Marbury made a one-handed slam dunk, and it was like he was suspended in the air for a moment! I told you a long time ago that this guy's ability to stay in the air is seriously underestimated!" The NBC commentator may have forgotten how long it has been since he cheered for Stephen Marbury.

Marbury opened his mouth and roared, venting his long-suppressed anger, and the bulging arteries in his neck were clearly visible.

After the celebration, Marbury immediately ran back to half court, lowered his center of gravity, like a warrior on the streets of Coney Island, staring at Nash with eager eyes.

Grant Hill looked at the glorious No. 3 and was very proud - not because he made Marbury different, but because he helped Lynch make this Knicks team better.

To this team that gave me a chance to redeem myself, I still have some value.

So, young Caesar, now it’s time for you to do what you do best!

Come on, crush that idiot Amare who mistook the platform for ability, and lead us to big wins!

The Suns, known for their offensive prowess, let the New York Knicks launch their first counterattack at home, and their second attempt also failed due to Lynch's cover. Stoudemire continued to run a pick-and-roll with Nash, and when he received the ball in the mid-range, Lynch directly blocked his mid-range shot.

The biggest difficulty in defending Stoudemire is that you can't let him go too far because he is really good at shooting, and you can't get too close to him because he is so fast.

So when Lynch opted to stick with the defense, Phoenix fans were ready to cheer for Stoudemire's late dunk.

The first round was just an accident, but accidents don't happen all the time.

Stoudemire started, and his powerful explosive power allowed him to enter the penalty area in an instant.

But Lynch is always with me!
He is never afraid of any talent showdown. Perhaps 99% of the power forwards or power forwards in this league cannot keep up with Stoudemire, but Lynch belongs to that 1% of geniuses.

There was no block this time, but Lynch bit Stoudemire and forced him to twist his body in the confrontation and throw the ball towards the basket, so the layup naturally missed.

After landing, Stoudemire immediately tried to take off for the second time to grab the offensive rebound, but Lynch's elbow exerted just the right force to pin Stoudemire, who was trying to take off for the second time, in place.

When it comes to rebounding, people always overlook the importance of the elbow.

Lynch passed the ball to Stephen Marbury and then ran to the frontcourt. This was another subtle change. Since the opening game, whenever Lynch grabbed the rebound, he would often pass the ball to Grant Hill.

At this moment, he extended the olive branch of trust to the No. 3 guard.

Stephen Marbury faced Nash and waved for a screen.

Are you the only old white guy who can play pick-and-roll?

The moment Marbury raised his hand to call Lynch, Nash's flowing long hair was blown by the strong wind. Breaking through has always been the forte of this Coney Island genius.

When the Eastern giant built a shelter outside the three-point line, the lone wolf turned into black lightning to tear through the defense, and the floor of the American Airlines Center witnessed the prelude of the phoenix's rebirth with the harsh sound of sneakers rubbing against each other.

Having missed two scoring chances in a row and eager to redeem himself, Stoudemire's eyes lit up with a bloodthirsty glint, and he jumped towards Marbury like crazy. Marbury folded his arms in the air, passed his arms around Stoudemire's armpits, and brushed the ball against Stoudemire's jersey to Lynch who was following him.

Lynch pulled the ball behind his head with both hands and slammed it down hard. The towels on the Knicks bench fluttered like a flock of white doves. The 1-4 pick-and-roll that New York fans had been looking forward to finally showed its power as Lynch roared as he ravaged the basket!
"Can anyone tell me if Stephon Marbury was sent to China to undergo a secret transformation by some mysterious Eastern power? What's going on? He's playing serious defense, running pick-and-rolls with Lynch. He's like he's back at Abraham Lincoln High School!"

In fact, Lynch did not try to transform Marbury. This was all thanks to Grant Hill.

But Lynch also said that anyone who wants to win will have no problem with him.

The game continued, and this time Steve Nash called for a screen and suddenly broke through in the opposite direction of the screen, which caught Stephen Marbury off guard. He was originally prepared to bypass the screen.

The result of forcibly changing the center of gravity was that Marbury fell down in a mess. He was knocked down by Steve Nash in one step.

Lynch blocked Nash with his fingertips, but Nash still scored the ball steadily.

2 to 6, the Phoenix Suns finally broke the embarrassing scoring drought.

"Fuck!" Marbury slammed his palms on the floor, already imagining the New York Times putting this on the front page.

In the stands, fans sneered, and millions of bloodshot eyes poured down from the dome.

One fan yelled, "The worst dog in New York history, how do you describe yourself?"

He always felt that this scene was very familiar, as if he had experienced it in a dream.

He tried to take a deep breath, tried to recall Grant Hill's words, and tried not to be disturbed by any pressure.

At this moment, the sound of sneakers rubbing against each other suddenly rang in Marbury's ears. The moment he looked up, the spotlight penetrated the haze of memory. In the backlight, the outstretched arm of New York No. 20 perfectly overlapped with the black shadow in his dream.

"Get up Stephen, get up."

This was exactly the scene in his dream. Lynch's hovering palm matched the outline of the black shadow in his dream perfectly!
Only this time, he saw clearly who that dark shadow was!

"Get up," New York No. 20 said with a firm expression. "Forget about this round. You were defending seriously, so there's nothing to be ashamed of. Get up. There's nothing to be afraid of. I promised victory."

Marbury was stunned for a moment and grabbed Lynch's outstretched hand.

His mother had not lied, he saw God reaching out to him in the holy light.

But.. fucking god is a ni bro.

God is clearly right beside me!

Marbury stood up and looked directly at the guys who were laughing at him.

He was no longer afraid, he had the courage to face it all.

Laugh, laugh everyone.

All I have to do is follow God's lead and win.

(End of this chapter)