"Montrezl."
As soon as the timeout was called, Stevens was the first to summon Harrell.
Gasol's injury had come so suddenly that he could only send Harrell in to fill the gap.
As for having Davis play center, if Davis got injured too, the Pelicans' interior would truly be finished.
"Boss, why don't you give yourself a touch?"
After the tactical instructions were finished, Brogdon asked Tang Tian before taking the court.
Ever since the game against the Lakers, Brogdon had firmly believed that Tang Tian possessed Eastern Magic.
"Cough, cough."
Tang Tian felt a little awkward. He had indeed been planning to give himself a touch, but after Brogdon asked that, doing it now would make him look rather pathetic.
Besides, when he had washed his hair last time, he had discovered that he was actually losing some hair.
Self-touch was great, but it still had to be done in moderation!
"You kid, you really believed that? Go play your game properly."
As Tang Tian spoke, he ruffled Brogdon's hair.
People really were different. Kuzma refused to believe him no matter what, while Brogdon believed him no matter what.
When the timeout ended, the Spurs made no personnel adjustment.
Although Baynes had not meshed particularly well with the others after entering the starting lineup, Gasol's injury had given the Spurs an advantage inside. There was no need for Popovich to make changes.
On the Spurs' Frontcourt Offense, Leonard used Baynes' screen to drive into the paint and powered through Harrell for the layup.
Harrell's wingspan was excellent as well, but compared to Gasol, he was far inferior in height and strength. Naturally, his interior defense was much weaker too.
Stevens turned and glanced at Gasol, who was leaning against the bench with a huge ice pack already wrapped around