I soon learned, as moments after the tipping off, I received an overly-aggressive jostle from Boris Diaw. ¡Maldición! No one jostles me with impunity!
A visceral decision came from deep within, and I saw red. Unbidden, I began to unleash a move on our opponents known to my mates as the Spanish archer: El Bow! Thus jostling in return, I strove to be everywhere on defense... and I was successful in the endeavor! As I stripped the dignity and ball from yet another Frenchman, I thought I could hear Nic Batum cry out in desperation behind me, “Sacré bleu!” But that day, there could be no mercy.
The match went quickly; Pau Gasol assumed mastery of the parquet with well-nigh 30 points and innumerable rebounds. (My statistical meanings included 6 steals, 16 puntos, 5 rebounds, and 2 assists. My overall here.) for Eurobasket can be found
And so Team España moves on; what glory or ignoble fate awaits us next?
Foto from FIBA.