NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 222 Beat Downs Without Breaking a Sweat
Durant throws a lob to Towns' right hand.

If Downs is standing behind someone else, he would rather play singles by himself. In his eyes, Downs' post-up level in the paint is very average.

But behind him was Meng Hua, who was much shorter than him, and his strength didn't seem to be dominant, so there was no reason why he couldn't fight.

Downs caught the ball and pushed it in twice. To his embarrassment, Meng Hua didn't move, but he was about to lose his balance.

It was very quiet on the field, and the audience off the field was also very quiet, but Towns seemed to hear laughter, and scenes of the past played back in his mind.

"You are too soft, you are a softie!" He seemed to see his former teammate Butler pointing at him.

"91 Towns is a disgrace to inside players. He shouldn't be there. I've never seen a center who is softer than him." Embiid humiliated him publicly in front of a bunch of reporters with contempt on his face.

"Apart from being able to dig out his crotch, he is nothing." Nong Mei angrily yelled at him in public after he used the dragon's claw hand.

The most hateful thing is that Meng Hua, who is nothing, is also laughing at him. Although his back is turned to him, he can clearly see that he is pursing his lips and encouraging the fans to laugh at him.

It is unbearable.

When Downs pushed again, Meng Hua remained motionless, but what Downs wanted was for him to remain motionless. He turned to the left in a smart way, already out of the way of Meng Hua.

His knees go down a little bit, just a little bit, and then he pops up at the rim, ready for a dunk.

Meng Hua's eyes were full of pity, like a hunter secretly watching his prey.

Slow, Downs' movements are really too slow.

If it's this level of singles, Towns's speed, and he doesn't make fake moves, he will definitely see every shot.

Snapped!
Towns ate hot pot again, and the ball hit him hard on the head, and he didn't feel any pain at all.

His heart was filled with shame and humiliation, and he could no longer feel the pain.

James has quick eyes, quick hands, long pass from the backcourt, and directly launched a fast break.

Curry catches the ball, shoots with one step, and accepts a three-pointer.

Coach Spoelstra calls for a timeout.

Towns was replaced and never played again until the end of the game. His pre-match rhetoric became a joke.

He is very confident, but this kind of self-confidence is actually a protective shell of inferiority complex.

He kept hinting to himself that he was the best player, and he also declared his excellence in front of the media time and time again.

For things like playing basketball, you can't do it by bragging. Winning is the last word.

So far in his career, he has only entered the playoffs once, and that season was more like hugging Butler's thigh.

How does this prove that he is good?
It is standard for the top five players in the league to lead the team to the playoffs many times.

After returning from a timeout, seeing Downs being replaced, Ke Fan said with a smirk, "Spoel is not kind. If Downs is replaced, who will Meng Hua fight?"

Yang Yi shook his head: "No, no, I don't think Meng Hua is bad at beating anyone."

Ke Fan sighed and said regretfully: "Oh, you can get in if you beat others, but you don't sweat when you beat Downs, so there is still a difference."

On the bench, Towns covered his head with a towel, as if he had no face to face others. If he knew that a commentator had commented on him like this, it is estimated that one towel is not enough, and two are needed.

The score fell behind, Durant showed his sickle, his eyes were red, and he frequently hit singles.

On James' side, Curry repeatedly made three-pointers and counterattacked.

This is more like an MVP battle between Curry and Durant.

Others' scores were far behind theirs, so everyone tacitly played for them.

Seeing the fierce competition, Williams felt secretly refreshed, and so did Spoelstra.

It's an intense game, and the coach hasn't had any gunpowder yet.

Durant and Curry consume a lot. After all, the defense on the opposite side is an All-Star with no weaknesses. They have to go all out for every move and every single.

It is this kind of defense that forced their strongest offense.

The audience is fascinated by watching, this is the charm of the All-Star.

Playing three quarters blindly, playing one quarter really, everyone will achieve their goals.

The game soon entered the final stage, and Williams sent Meng Hua, hoping that he could lock Durant.

Coach Spoelstra also sent Middleton to lock Curry. In fact, it was better to send Greene, but Western players obviously cannot be reused with him.

Middleton's hands were like crab pincers and stretchable vines. Curry couldn't even throw the ball.

He was cut off, but fortunately Meng Hua retreated quickly to block Durant.

Durant slowed down and slowly crossed and changed directions.

He knows Meng Hua very well.

In the previous matchup, Meng Hua was very similar to Tony Allen whom he was quite afraid of.

But now, the defensive strength is unknown, and his offensive performance has already dropped two or three grades from Mr. Tony.

Durant didn't choose a three-pointer. He turned his back, tried to touch his back, then turned left and right, like a slippery loach, he didn't know where he wanted to go next.

Drilling and drilling, Durant suddenly turned around and offered a golden chicken independent shot.

He is really afraid of Meng Hua. With this shooting method, people basically don't have to leave the ground, and there is a large amount of leaning back. It is easy to confirm that they will not be blocked before making a shot.

With his height and wingspan, he would definitely not be able to hit this move. It would only interfere with his movements and make him less smooth, which in turn would affect his hit rate.

This time, Meng Hua did a good job, successfully interfering with Durant's shooting, and the defensive action was very clean.

The two coaches off the field gave thumbs up secretly, no coach would dislike this kind of defensive player.

That's Durant, the god of death. Meng Hua, a first-year singles player, doesn't have much advantage.

With Meng Hua's growth, who else in the league can single him out in the future?
Spoelstrom glanced at Williams and thought to himself, this kid is so fierce, you are number one in the Western Conference, you are probably going to play against him, but be careful.

Williams frowned. He was indeed thinking about how to break Meng Hua's defense.

Bang!
Durant shot and hit the iron, James closed the board and advanced to the frontcourt by himself.

There is not much time in the game. If the James team wins this time, it will almost seal the victory.

Curry scored a lot, even if the James team won, the MVP must belong to Curry who scored 50 points.

But the fans still hope that James will stand up and play this key ball.

James also seems to know what the fans are thinking, and he doesn't want to let this ball out.

During his career, he was criticized by all kinds of people for passing some balls.

There are seniors, commentators, fans, and teammates.

He never felt that there was a problem with his choice, and it's not that he didn't make key shots, in fact he made a lot of them.His philosophy is to play reasonable basketball, and if his teammates have better shots, he will still pass.

He is not Jordan, not Kobe, he is James.

Don't be the next one, be the first yourself.

James turned his back and leaned on LaVine.

The thirty-year-old man pushed the cart. After pushing it twice, he suddenly collected the ball and turned around.

Fengcheng Curry was not shaken by his feint, and stretched his long arms and rushed forward.

Still eating, James has already made a shot, very stretched, and his posture is close to picturesque.

Swish!
The goal is scored to seal the victory.

(End of this chapter)