NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 141 Morant's ball handling skills

Don't want to go back, don't want to go, when Vogel called him to play, he still aroused a fighting spirit in his heart.

By nature, as long as he stands on the court, he wants to beat any opponent.

The Grizzlies attacked, and it was Bain holding the ball again. He and Brooks made a football field collision, catching the ball and easily scoring a three-pointer.

At 23 points, the fans were boiling and shouted "Beat LA" mercilessly.

Morant laughed, contemptuously. He was not laughing at the Lakers, but at the slogan.

Back then, the Celtics were at home and lost to the 76ers in the Eastern Conference Finals tiebreaker. On the other side, the Lakers had already swept the Spurs and advanced to the Finals first.

Seeing that the team was unable to defeat the greater enemy, the Lakers, the fans chanted this slogan, asking the enemy to defeat the greater enemy.

What brain circuit is this?

Meng Hua beside him thought he was laughing at the Lakers and himself, and the demon in his body was activated in an instant.

No matter how much he achieves in the future, the shadow of being looked down upon on the court before will always linger.

He was furious, his eyes were red, and he wished he could peel Morant's skin.

Even if you are a bear king, I can subdue you with bare hands without a gun.

Sensing Meng Hua's murderous aura, Morant shrank his neck, almost wanting to explain on the spot that he wasn't laughing at him.

But if you do that, isn't it just giving in?

So he just curled his lips and put away his smile.

James held the ball at the top of the arc, and Morant was about to go up to double-team. Meng Hua on the right wing was faster than him and blocked Brooks.

With a radius of one square meter, there are five big men with different postures, each with ghosts.

Meng Hua dismantled it, but he didn't dismantle it back to his position in reverse. In that case, Bain, who was running slowly, turned back again, and he still couldn't get rid of him.

He bypassed Brooks and continued to run forward, but Westbrook was in front, and the two offensive spaces overlapped.

This is the taboo of offense.

Westbrook was dumbfounded, is this a new tactic?
Surrounded by three people, James shivered, raised his hand and threw the pot... and threw the ball out.

Regardless of whether the space overlaps or not, there are many people over there, so throwing it over will be right.

Meng Hua received the ball, passed it with one step...one step went around to Westbrook's left, and jumped up to shoot.

He felt the wind behind him, so this time he didn't choose to make a quick shot. He had to wait for his body to rise to the highest point before shooting.

Brooks came after him.

Westbrook was still in a daze, but he reacted quickly. He took a step across and his strong body helped Meng Hua block the equally strong Brooks.

Brooks struggled to jump up to block the shot. He had physical contact with Westbrook first. With the center of gravity out of balance, this jump had no height at all, so naturally he couldn't block Meng Hua who had risen to the highest point.

After flicking the ball with his fingers, Meng Hua felt very good. When the ball reached halfway, he knew that the ball must be scored.

After landing, he jumped a few times and stared at Morant coldly.

Let you go crazy, winning us at home is not a big deal, who are you laughing at?

From the bottom line, he was close to the press.

Morant made a feint, turned around with big strides, threw him five meters away, and then began to accelerate, rushing forward.

Meng Hua made eight steps to chase the cicada, and caught up with Morant from outside the three-point line.

Seeing that he really looked like a mad dog, with the veins on his face exposed, and his eyes bloodshot, Morant was a little embarrassed. He didn't know that he had accidentally touched Meng Hua's bottom line.

With a lead of 20 points, there was no need to compete with him. Morant gave up immediately, and it was only a few minutes before he wanted to single out Meng Hua.

I'm not afraid of him, I'm worried about getting hurt, he found a perfect step for himself.

The boss doesn't attack, then I'll do it, Bane catches the ball, turns left and right, stuns himself, turns around and hits the iron.

The Lakers made a quick serve and were still 20 points away. They were racing against time.

This time, it was Meng Hua who crossed the half with the ball, and Brooks, who wanted to block James, was at a loss for a while.

Meng Hua opened his eyes angrily and gritted his teeth. Anyone could see that he was very angry.

Bain didn't stick to him, and he didn't hold the ball very much throughout the game, it wasn't necessary.

Meng Hua didn't charge anymore, regardless of 21 [-], two meters from the three-point line, he directly pulled out.

He also made several three-pointers before, but they were all close to the three-point line. Bain didn't expect him to shoot from such a distance. When he reacted, Meng Hua had already shot the ball.

Meng Hua's shot must be a masterpiece.

Another hollow three-pointer.

He didn't celebrate, didn't say a word, and pursued Morant immediately with a sullen face.

Morant unconsciously raised his eyes to look at the score. Fortunately, it was still 17 points away.

Don't panic.

Bain made a screen, Morant stepped on the accelerator, and the arrow shot from the string to the forward court.

James stands in the center circle, slowing him down.

Morant turned to the right, and within a short while, Meng Hua rushed over behind him.

The two began to be lingering, like glue, like loving lovers.

Off the court, Morant's daughter, still in her mother's arms, pointed at Meng Hua, and said loudly, "Mom, this person looks familiar, you have to be careful with him, he also cuddles with Dad."

KK looked embarrassed, hurriedly covered his daughter's small mouth, and whispered: "Honey, they are playing ball, that's not the case."

The little guy seemed to understand, and continued to watch the game seriously.

She is still young and doesn't know much about basketball, but she knows her father after all. From his dignified expression, she knows that this uncle is definitely not a good person.

Sure enough, Morant couldn't break free from Meng Hua's arms, and forced a three-pointer.

Westbrook rushed into the inside like a butterfly, and got the rebound before Jackson.

The ball was grabbed very beautifully. Although Meng Hua had reservations about Westbrook's frequent rebounds, but seeing him grab the rebound beautifully, he had already put his opinion behind him.

Westbrook grabs the rebound and races through the half court. The opponent wants to double-team, but if his team's offense speeds up, they have no time to form a double-team.

Everyone's attention is on Westbrook, be careful that he rushes directly to the basket.

Westbrook lowered his center of gravity and assumed a bloody battle in the restricted area.

On the weak side, Meng Hua ran in place.

Westbrook has been looking to the weak side, whether it is Meng Hua or not, he will choose to pass the ball.

With such a big difference in score, it is only possible to recover by three points.

He's not brainless, it's just that he really isn't used to playing without the ball, and when he's on the same team as James, he's bound to give up the ball, which directly makes him completely different.

This is a horizontal pass. Westbrook is afraid of being intercepted, so the pass is very strong.

Meng Hua is gaining momentum, his condition is full, and he dares to catch the shells.

He caught the ball easily, jumped with all his strength, and hit another three-pointer.

He jumps high, has a flat arc on the ball, and doesn't have the backspin he used to.

The ball was flat and fast, blasting toward the rim, hitting the rim, and bouncing into the net.

Bang!
Swish!
Meng Hua landed on the ground, waved his arms and roared. When the ball was released, he thought it was going to hit the iron. Although he hit the iron, he still scored, handsome.

It's only 14 points away, who the hell said there is no hope, I just have hope.

No one seemed to say there was no hope, but he himself felt hopeless.

He didn't go to the bottom line to press Morant again, but chose to return to defense quickly.

Passing by Morant's wife and children, the little girl pointed at him and said, "Bad guy, this is a bad guy."

With a childish voice, he glanced towards the sidelines speechlessly.

He knows KK, the headlights are big and round, and he finally knows why Morant handles the ball so well.

(End of this chapter)