Boom! This Is Why He Became One of the "Heat Big Four"!

The referee immediately called Chandler for an off-ball foul, and quietly decided he'd give Gortat one on the next possession.

"See? You can't match me physically, and you can't beat me off the ball either!"

Gortat had barely finished taunting him.

The next possession.

He was called for an off-ball foul too.

"I was almost about to ask you for some pointers, but it turns out... you're not qualified to teach me."

Chandler seized the chance and fired back without hesitation.

But the real retaliation came four minutes and fifty-five seconds into the third quarter.

Chandler took a pass from Su Yan after his drive, leaped high, and caught an alley-oop. Over Gortat's head... he slammed it home.

The trash talk began.

"You bastard, could you jump any higher? Your head's not even as high as my dick. What the hell are you defending?!

So this is the 'Polish Hammer'?!

Are you sure you're not the 'Polish Iron Pipe'?!

Even my grandma jumps higher than you!!!"

Chandler let loose.

Gortat smiled faintly. "You finally got one chance to get back at me. Make the most of it.

Because...

You won't get another chance."

"Heh!"

Chandler sneered. "I hope the next time you say that, you can dunk on me first.

Otherwise...

You'll just make me think you're a fucking clown!"

Using Gortat's own trash talk against him, Chandler's taunt... really hit the mark. It was downright infuriating.

Gortat said no more and kept battling Chandler under the basket, quietly waiting for his opportunity.

He knew it well.

Although he was one of the "Heat Big Four," his main job was protecting the rim.

The Big Three handled the offense.

His own offense was all about finishing at the rim!!!

Until then, all he needed to do was work hard on