NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 168 The double score in the team breaks 50, the first in history

The Hornets attacked, Hayward forced the inside line, and shot an arrow on horseback and caused a foul.

He resisted the loud noise of the home fans and made one of two free throws.

The Hornets led by 2 points, with less than 20 seconds left, Vogel got up and called a timeout.

The home fans looked at the score, restless, busy all night, yelling and jumping, but the team was still behind.

The silver-haired commentator said firmly: "Vogel is arranging tactics. There is no doubt that the last attack must be arranged for LeBron to hold the ball, and he will make reasonable adjustments according to the situation on the court."

The young man asked: "Meng Hua has already scored 50 points, and his barrel is so hot, will he make the last shot?"

"Impossible. The king of the Lakers is LeBron. What is a king? He doesn't necessarily have to shoot the last ball, but he must control the ball and decide who will attack. Meng Hua and LeBron don't get along on the court, so LeBron will not take the initiative to pass the ball to Meng Hua."

The silver-haired commentator paused, and then said: "So Meng Hua is still too young to be impulsive on the court. If the Lakers didn't win, it must be because of him, wasting LeBron's 51 points for nothing."

"What about Melon? He has saved the Lakers many times this season, and his competitive state is very good."

"LeBron may pass it on to Melon. He is also a super-platinum player in 03. Melon is worthy of his trust."

Vogel really arranged for James to attack with a knife. If the Hornets double-teamed, it was up to him to choose whether to play one-two or pass it to his teammates.

To put it bluntly, he has the ball in his hands, and he can play as he wants.

Vogel still made a small request to attack quickly.

Of course, he doesn’t say that everyone understands this requirement. If you can’t make a quick foul, if the opponent makes one of two free throws, you may even shoot a three-pointer.

"Understood?" After the arrangement was completed, Vogel asked again. He also knew that he must understand everything, but at this time, James would usually come out, call on his teammates to join hands, and shouted in unison that he must win.

"I have a different opinion, can I say it?" Meng Hua raised his hand.

There is no problem with Vogel's arrangement, but James will definitely not pass the ball to him.

Just now he boasted a lot, saying that the game will be won, he is full of style and has incomparable self-confidence, there is no reason not to shoot this last ball.

Although James often holds the ball at the last moment, he is not a player who must make the last shot, so Meng Hua boldly made a suggestion.

Vogel scratched his head and said kindly: "What do you think, just say it boldly."

"Can you let me vote?"

The Lakers players stared wide-eyed and looked at each other, suspecting that they had heard it wrong.

Meng Hua said again: "I feel very good, I want to end them with my own hands."

James has mixed tastes. So far in his career, this is one of the few teammates who actively asked for the last shot.

"This... this..." Vogel was about to refuse, glanced at James, saw him nodding secretly, and said, "Yes, but the tactics need to be changed."

He wiped off the tactical board and drew for a long time.

Temporary adjustment of tactics, everyone already has opinions, and they are forcibly instilled with new tactics, and they will not be able to digest it for a while.

Meng Hua said: "Playing basketball is not doing scientific research. It doesn't have to be so complicated. The ball is sent to me. At the end, a double screen will come and I will shoot them to death with a three-pointer."

Vogel looked around the crowd, and his eyes finally fell on James.

James put his fingernails in his mouth and was about to nibble.

Vogel took a deep breath and said, "Since everyone has no objections, then follow what Meng Hua said, come on, we will win."

Back on the court, Rivers served from the left line.

The Hornets' center of gravity is on James, even if he stands at a 45-degree angle to the right.

Meng Hua received the ball easily, and as soon as he received the ball, the opponent rushed forward.

Afraid of Rivers' three-pointer, the Hornets did not dare to use double teams, and Oubre defended Meng Hua alone.

Oubre has mmp in his heart, but this is the last attack, and he must not be persuaded.

He rolled up his trousers and rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight.

Soon he discovered that everything was like a mirror image, wearing shorts and shorts, where did the trousers and sleeves come from.

He knew that Meng Hua was watching him: it was just playing ball, why keep staring at me.

Seeing that the opponent did not dare to meet his eyes, Meng Hua released the ball with peace of mind, dribbled the ball fast and slow, and made various fake moves.

Time passed quickly, Melon and Westbrook moved, and quickly ran outside the three-point line.

Defenders, worried about them catching and shooting, followed closely behind the two, and for a moment, the free throw line was crowded.

The two arrived at the left and right sides of Ubre almost at the same time, stretching out their feet and stuck in their positions.

Oubre is like a passenger who has just stepped into the elevator. The elevator door suddenly closed, and he was caught in the middle, unable to move.

It's a perfect double screen.

On both sides of Melon and Westbrook, the defensive players saw through their cover and rushed towards Meng Hua.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Hua chose the left.

Going to the right, you will meet Hayward. It is said that it is a misplacement to meet him on the outside, but time does not allow him to dribble more.

Meng Hua drifted to the left, flashing back to his previous lore at high speed in his mind, including when he was not in the NBA, and then he began to think about how to attack.

Rozier is active defensively and has plenty of energy. The time is almost up for the ball, and he will definitely jump up.

Huang Fei made another move, the timing should be just right.

Meng Hua braked and moved his right hand up a little.

Rozier passed by him like a sports car.

Meng Hua took off, held the ball steadily, aimed again and made a quick shot.

After the buzzer and the final whistle, there was a complete silence.

The players on the field have different postures, and collectively turn their heads to look at the basket.

Vogel looked at the ball, and his heart almost jumped out. This was the first time he didn't let James hold the ball in the last shot.

The Lakers' substitute players all stood up, as if they were being judged, feeling uneasy.

Thalia clenched her fists and prayed secretly for Meng Hua.

The ball daddy who was watching TV in the hotel roared loudly: "Huaxia Dog, definitely won't enter."

The ball quickly flew to the basket like a bird with wings, and finally flew into the net.

Swish!
Meng Hua swung his fist, turned around and roared three times: "Crazy, no matter how crazy you are."

Teammates swarmed into the arena, this time it was no longer a chest-bumping dance, they pressed Meng Hua under them and beat the floor frantically.

Meng Hua had no time to take care of it, and the system gave another reminder.

[Detected that the host name has gone down in history. 】

[Complete the feat of breaking 50 points with teammates. 】

[First on the list, Meng Hua and James, Meng Hua scored 53 points, James scored 51 points. 】

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Vogel threw the tactical board and jumped high in the air. What if I don't hit LeBron, I have other tactics.

The silver-haired commentator almost died of yelling:
"The ball went in, the ball went in, it went in...in...in.

Meng Hua scored 53 points and teamed up with James to pull out the Hornets' stinger.

What is he doing, he is yelling at Bauer, aha, Bauer's face is ashen, and he dare not look into his eyes at all.

Michael Jordan is also shaking his head weakly. He must wish he could go into battle himself.

Even if he plays at his peak, he can only get a humiliation. Meng Hua's 53 points plus James' 51 points, the basketball god can't stop it. "

The young commentator shook his head: "Is that so? No, no, no, this time I object."

The silver-haired commentator was in high spirits and rolled his eyes at him: "The two scored 104 points together, who can stop it."

The young commentator smiled and said, "I can't stop it. I bet Jordan didn't even dare to play. How could he wish he could play in person?"

The silver-haired commentator laughed: "Young people are awesome, you are right, I am wrong."

The players on the court hugged each other and greeted each other. The three balls on the bench walked back to the locker room without looking back.

Jordan also came over, pointed at Meng Hua, and said, "Huaxia people, you are God tonight."

Meng Hua shook his head: "No, no, there is only one God."

He took out the prepared card and pen, and said to Jordan: "You are my father's idol. He often told me that if it wasn't for you, he would not have embarked on the road of basketball, and of course I would not. Can you please sign it for me?"

Jordan smiled and said, "Is it only one?" After finishing speaking, he signed his signature.

He handed the card to Meng Hua: "I am very honored. I will have the opportunity in the future. I hope to know your father. Thank you for cultivating a genius for the basketball world."

He will take revenge on the court, he is high above, and despises everyone.

But he also has a high emotional intelligence for those who are interested in him.

Just as Jordan was about to leave, a beautiful blonde reporter stepped forward and asked, "Michael, Ball was frozen at the last moment tonight. May I ask why?"

Jordan said: "His old injury came back, but it's not a big problem."

The blond girl asked again: "We noticed that Meng Hua yelled at the three goals after the game. Is there any conflict between them?"

Jordan laughed: "I don't know, maybe they sprayed trash on each other on the court. The current players are too polite and friendly. I appreciate their behavior."

The blond girl wanted to say something more, but Jordan waved his hand and turned to leave.

On the other side, Meng Hua was being interviewed by reporters after the match.

He was interviewed by TNT's beauty reporter Christina.

It was Christina who interviewed Empress Watanabe Yuu.

It's still her who hit three goals tonight.

Could it be that Meng Hua was excited in advance knowing that she would be interviewing?

With the experience of almost having a nosebleed last time, this time, before Christina came to her, Meng Hua squatted halfway.

Although it can still be glimpsed, but the angle is smaller, and the impact is not so great.

"Meng Hua, congratulations to the Lakers for winning, and congratulations to you for making the game-winning shot. I remember the last time I interviewed you, you contributed key steals, which is incredible."

Meng Hua woke up and said modestly, "They're just unlucky."

Christina: "Everyone noticed that on the court, you and Ball sparred each other with trash talk, can you talk to us."

Meng Hua's eyes were instantly full of murderous intent, and he said to the camera: "He is a good player, before he met me."

Christina: "But you don't seem very polite. You call him a Chinese dog."

Meng Hua squinted at her, and said coldly, "Really? Then I won't scold him anymore. I'll just scold him as a pig of the country. That's what I scolded him from the beginning."

Christina: "But you are in Magnesia, how are you?"

Meng Hua sneered: "Is there no pig in the country? Why don't you ask him to see what they scolded me?"

(End of this chapter)