NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 199
In the stands on the second floor, a little boy leaned on the seat and cried loudly.

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

The six-game losing streak is miserable. After all, it is an away game, and he can hold back even if he is not watching the game.

Today at home, the team suffered another sap, resulting in a seven-game losing streak, which made it unacceptable for him who was excited and cheered for the team all night.

Vogel called everyone around him. He didn't seem to give up, but he didn't pour chicken soup, because the hope was too slim.

"In any case, we have to play well at the last moment. They will serve from the frontcourt and foul as soon as it is sent to stop the time. Their free throws may not be scored. We still have a chance."

On the Warriors side, Cole is also making the final attack: "They should choose to foul. If there is no foul, we will play like this..."

After the timeout, the Warriors sent a brother to replace Wiggins, who made 63% of his free throws. Green only made 61.6% of his free throws, but he was responsible for serving the sideline.

As for Curry, Poole and Thompson, they all shot over 90 percent from the line.

The hit rate is 90%, and the probability of missing two free throws is 1%.

The hit rate is 80%, and the probability of missing two free throws is 4%.

Assuming that the first brother has a shooting rate of 80%, Curry, Poole and Thompson are 90%, the Lakers catch a foul at random, and the probability of missing two free throws is as low as 1.75%.

Although the Lakers players don't know the exact ratio, they know that it is almost impossible.

Green obviously knew that he was going to win, so he arrogantly pointed at Meng Hua, opened his mouth and said, "Mad Dog, I'm going to defend myself, okay?"

Meng Hua was speechless. Winners and losers, since they want to criticize others, they must be mentally prepared to be criticized.

He followed Curry closely, and could only vent by cutting his hand severely.

Seeing that he would retaliate against his thigh, Green chose to pass the ball to Thompson.

As soon as the ball reached Thompson, Green jumped into the court.

Thompson tapped the ball and returned it to Green.

Nongmei and Westbrook rushed Green to the sideline. Both sides were fighting wits and courage. Even if Green's free throw percentage was low, neither of them fouled immediately as Vogel planned.

Forming a pinch near the sideline is a very good defensive situation. Vogel didn't expect this to happen. He couldn't predict the situation on the field in advance.

Green is double-teamed, still two strong men, and he wriggles and throws the ball back to Thompson.

Before Thompson hugged him tightly, Westbrook jumped up like lightning, flicked his right arm from bottom to top, and the ball got out of Thompson's control and fell.

The two lowered their heads to get the ball at the same time. Westbrook had rushed to a position parallel to Thompson at this time.

"Steal, steal, Westbrook completed the steal." The silver-haired commentator shouted excitedly.

Sophie screamed subconsciously, regardless of whether it would affect Westbrook.

Even if she didn't scream, many people couldn't control it. All kinds of voices were intertwined and composed into a beautiful sound effect, cheering for Westbrook.

Westbrook dribbled from the left line to the right, avoiding the opponent's block.

Thompson, Curry and Green, all fierce and fierce, bared their teeth and claws in front of him.

The Lakers players turned from defense to offense, rushing towards the Warriors like mercury pouring down the ground.

Westbrook glanced at Meng Hua. Time was running out, and he quickly dribbled the ball to the right wing at a 45-degree angle.

Thompson wanted to make up for his mistakes and followed him tightly.

At this moment, all minds are blank.

Westbrook only has the basket in his eyes. He has lost an opportunity just now, and he must make a contribution.

Thompson only has Westbrook in his eyes. He was intercepted, and he must defend this attack.

Both kept running until Westbrook braked suddenly.

Thompson also braked. His Huaxia shoes were of good quality, and they rubbed against the floor fiercely, making chirps, but they didn't affect his center of gravity at all.

Westbrook stepped on the three-point line with his right foot. In a flash, he actually retracted his foot. Then he pulled up in front of the defensive player and made a slightly backward three-pointer.

The ball was still gliding in the air, Westbrook rushed out of the field due to inertia and recoil, the turtle stretched its head, looking at the ball hungrily.

Unlike just now, he felt good this time.

He has borne too much infamy, he hopes that this goal can be scored, and after completing the redemption, he will definitely usher in a new beginning.

In the Tencent studio, Ke Fan complained all the time, unable to hide his anxiety. Among the four, he most hoped that the Lakers would win the game.

Those who didn't know thought he bought the ball, but in fact it was only because of Meng Hua.

"What is Westbrook going to do? He's not defending Green."

"Westbrook and Thick Eyebrow forced Green to the sideline, a foul, wouldn't the time pass if there was no foul?"

"To steal the ball, oops, Green passed the ball to Buddha again."

"Westbrook rushed over, stabbed, stabbed, Westbrook stole the ball."

"Pass the ball, Meng Hua is already responding, don't, don't, Westbrook wants to shoot blindly again, stepping on the three-point line, ah, okay, he retracted again, don't shoot, it's over, the Lakers are over."

The silver-haired commentator on the scene was also very excited, but he was too old to output like Ke Fan.

"Westbrook and Thick Eyebrow fought together. Westbrook made a steal and quickly dribbled through the half court. It seemed that he wanted to do it by himself and complete the redemption with his own hands. Westbrook really shot... shot... shot."

Only when it comes to shooting characters can he deliberately raise his voice.

The eyes of the fans are all on the basket.

The little boy in the stands on the second floor had stopped crying, but still looked aggrieved, as if he would cry again if the ball didn't score.

James' heart beat faster, at least one hundred and eighty. Watching other people's last shot is definitely more exciting than making it yourself.

Many people criticized him for choosing to pass the ball at critical moments. He said hehe, watching his teammates' final blow does not require psychological quality.

Vogel clenched his fists, his nails were embedded in the flesh, and he must not lose seven games in a row!
Thalia clasped her hands together again, she was already wet, she never imagined that after watching a game, her palms would be so wet, she even thought, after the game, she should scold Meng Hua, it's all you, see how wet I am.

Sophie and Song Siying clasped their fingers so hard that they deformed. They didn't realize that except for the ball, everything else was no longer important.

Even Shen Lin, who was pessimistic about the outcome, suddenly became nervous. This had nothing to do with her son, the game itself was full of ups and downs.

Swish!
The ball is in.

Westbrook roared angrily, showing off all his muscles. At this moment, Megatron's arrogance returned.

I am Megatron, and no one on Earth can stop me.

Ah ~
The fans screamed, one wave after another, and they held back after Westbrook stole the ball until they released it with all their strength at this moment.

Ah ~
The audience in the front row stood up one after another, eager to find someone to hug and share the joy of victory.

Sophie, Song Siying and Shen Lin hugged each other tightly, celebrating the Lakers' unbeatable three-pointer.

Talia turned her head and recognized the three women. She froze for a moment, then turned to look at Meng Hua again.

The goal was scored, and Su Qun was about to congratulate Westbrook in a low voice.

A voice rang high in the ears.

"The ball went in... it went in... it went in, a good goal, Westbrook's precise three-pointer, tore apart the Warriors' defense, this is Megatron."

"He shrank his feet beyond the three-point line before taking the shot. This overall view and basketball IQ are amazing."

"Just now, he missed a three-pointer, but he was fearless, shot again, and finally made a hit."

Su Qun glanced at Zhang Weiping, then at Wang Shipeng, the two of them didn't speak, it was definitely Ke Fan, but didn't he scold Westbrook just now?
The commentary is really a fool!
Ke Fan glanced at him, as if to say, can you blame me?Westbrook's three-point shooting percentage is so low, it really shouldn't be shot, but there are always accidents on the field, so I had to slap myself in the face in order not to stand out.

Don't blame Ke Fan, chance is also the charm of competitive sports, which may be the reason why it is difficult to explain.

The referee resumed the game and announced that Westbrook's goal was valid. After he made a shot, the game ended.

In other words, the winner must be decided through overtime.

The Lakers completed the impossible task, Ke Fan was in a good mood, and analyzed clearly:
"The Lakers tied the score, and their morale is on their side, but the Warriors are obviously stronger, and it's not clear who will win. Several teachers think, how should the Lakers play in overtime?"

Zhang Weiping said: "Westbrook tied the score, but there is always a bit of luck in it. If the Lakers want to win, they must hit the high point of thick eyebrows. When the inside line is opened, three-pointers and passes will naturally come."

Su Qun said: "It's also a way to play thick eyebrows, but Westbrook just made a three-pointer and dragged the game into overtime. He has the ball in his hands. At this time, let him hand it over to thick eyebrows. I don't think he will agree."

Ke Fan asked Wang Shipeng, "Director Wang, what do you think?"

Wang Shipeng said with a smile: "I have no opinion, how to play, but Meng Hua must stand up, don't shrink back just because he missed a three-pointer, the Lakers can't win without him."

Warrior generals, surrounded by Cole.

"Westbrook is shit luck. Give him a hundred shots, and he can't make one shot like this." Thompson couldn't help it after all.

"Maybe it's not fun to lose by three points. They want to lose suddenly in overtime." Curry pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes sharply cast on Meng Hua in the other half.

"Then beat 'em up in overtime, I guard that mad dog, I'm going to lock him up and spray him like he wants to go back into his mother's womb."

Everyone laughed, everyone knew who the crazy dog ​​Chaimeng was talking about was.

Being targeted by Dream Chaser, there are no bones left.

In the Lakers camp, everyone is also working together.

Vogel: "Everyone let go, don't have psychological pressure, the loss is mine."

James: "We have won the ball so far. I don't believe that the management and fans will blame us."

Westbrook: "If you don't win, you are nothing. When overtime starts, we must go all out, run more and support, and actively protect the rebound."

Thick eyebrows: "As long as the ball is passed to the inside, I can beat Green and Wiggins."

Seeing that Meng Hua was silent, Vogel urged, "Hua, what do you think?"

(End of this chapter)