NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 250 Training the Domestic Violent Man

The fans at the scene couldn't sit still anymore, they stood up and applauded Varan.

Thick eyebrow hit three in a row, and they couldn't believe that Varan could respond three times in a row.

Hope, worry and realization, fans feel like a roller coaster, so they need to explode.

Not just for Varane, but because he responded to a Pelican traitor.

Under the huge decibel interference, the Lakers continued to attack.

This time James didn't raise his thick eyebrows again. He chose to abruptly Ingram because he saw that his position was not very good.

This is the difference between him and Westbrook. Seeing the abnormal situation of the enemy, James can respond quickly according to the first reaction of his mind.

But Westbrook can't do it. He plays too indecisively, and often when he thinks about it, the enemy has already filled the loopholes.

Bing is expensive and fast, and a little hesitation will bring serious consequences.

James passed Ingram, and faced Varan's supplementary defense, he hesitated.

It seemed to be passed but not passed, and it seemed to be shot but not shot. As soon as the ball was shot, James felt that he couldn't make it. He was alert and wanted to rush for the rebound, but Varan got ahead of him.

Varan is like a wall. His body is too wide and too thick. He judged James' intentions. He took a step across to block James' path, and James couldn't move.

No matter how versatile James is, compared to Varan, who has been playing center for a long time, his rebounding skills are still a little tender.

Although he didn't grab the board, James immediately went up to delay Varan and prevent the Pelicans from playing a fast break.

As long as you are active and forge ahead, the world will not affect your performance.

Maybe it was because he didn't score in singles, which affected his defensive skills. Ingram saw that James' footsteps were floating, he bowed his head, and accelerated past James.

James chose to stand on his hips, hoping someone would wipe his ass for him.

The thick eyebrows of the good friend fell from the sky and stopped Ingram.

Ingram was shocked, the ball almost flew, he barely controlled it, threw it into the air casually, and got an iron.

James thumped his thick eyebrows and strong chest muscles, and the little bird stuck to it.

The two were flirting and flirting, and Westbrook, who liked to mention it, couldn't stand it anymore. He stepped on the gas pedal and accelerated to the frontcourt.

With a big move, Westbrook pulled McCollum across the board, and then the Nine Suns magical body guard exploded to the basket with a ball of flames.

Suddenly there were more Bayangs, surrounded him, and shot wildly.

Varan was scared out of his wits, but soon he realized that the shot didn't hurt, and he didn't have any strength. Concentrated, he finally found out that the eight shots were fake. He swung his iron fist and hit the real one, and the cloud immediately dispersed.

Westbrook didn't want Varan to jump so high, so he stretched his belly and pulled the bar in his busy schedule to avoid the enemy's block.

The hat is dodged, but the ball has not advanced.

Smith commented in a timely manner: "Did you see that Meng Hua just didn't have this awareness. He should insert the ball. When Westbrook hits the ground, he passes the ball and dunks."

Barkley argued for Meng Hua: "You didn't see that James and Big Eyebrow were still in the backcourt, who would have thought that Westbrook would suddenly attack."

Smith smiled. He had predicted that Barkley would respond in this way, showing eight teeth: "Everyone thinks that Westbrook can't attack, and playing is to be unexpected. Westbrook's choice is not wrong. If everyone follows the rules, then why play? Now that Westbrook is attacking, Meng Hua has to adapt quickly according to the situation on the court, but he didn't do this, so I say his basketball awareness is still poor."

Barkley shook his head straight: "In your opinion, he wants to predict Westbrook's prediction. He is also a human being, and he will be tired. He is lying in ambush outside the three-point line, waiting for Westbrook to pass back. What's wrong? Look at this ball. Before Westbrook hit Varan hard, didn't he have a chance to make the ball for Meng Hua?"

The two refused to give in to each other, so naturally neither could convince the other.

O'Neill slapped the table with his left hand, slapped it again with his right hand, and then clenched his fists into fists. He looked at the fists with wide eyes, and shouted, "Bite, bite, bite!"

Meng Hua was returning to defense. When he was grabbing a rebound, he collided with Hayes, and Hayes got the ball.

This kind of rebound, Hayes is firmly stuck in the position, and most people have given up long ago.

Meng Hua didn't give up, and still desperately tried to get around Hayes' body, and the two inevitably had some physical contact.

Dissatisfied with Meng Hua's aggressive rebounding, Hayes dribbled the ball and deliberately pushed him twice when he passed the midfield.

His temper is not good, otherwise he would not have domestically abused his girlfriend.

He is still a bully at heart, after all, how promising can a person bully his own woman?

He wanted to test Meng Hua, if Meng Hua didn't respond, he would intensify and unleash his madness, and if Meng Hua responded, he would be ready to be a turtle.

Meng Hua has a better temper than him, but on the court, whenever he encounters any provocation, he will always go up to the male.

So the two started a fierce physical confrontation in the Logo area.

After all, Hayes is not a backcourt, and his dribbling skills are average, so he was soon driven to despair by Meng Hua.

Fortunately, he was young enough to put away the ball when he was about to be cut off, raised his hands, and passed the ball to McCollum who was responding.

McCollum looked unhappy, you played blindly, but there was no dead ball, and he couldn't blame Hayes.

Hayes bypassed Meng Hua and thought of the paint area.

Meng Hua refused to give an inch, and the two fought in the paint again, sticking their horses and sitting on their hips.

Meng Hua's technical movements are much more standardized than Hayes'. He has a low center of gravity and strong lower body strength. Hayes can't beat him at all, so he can only rely on hand movements.

beep!
The referee was aware of the details and quickly penalized Hayes for a foul.

Unable to support Meng Hua, Hayes was already angry in his heart, and when he was sentenced to a foul, he was even more angry. He looked at Meng Hua viciously, and really wanted to eat him alive.

Meng Hua stared back, expressing affection, you bite me.

Hayes was not a good stubble either, and said angrily, "No wonder the fans call you a mad dog."

Meng Hua pretended to be puzzled: "Who is the mad dog scolding?"

Hayes didn't know what it was, and replied casually: "The mad dog scolded you!"

"Oh!" Meng Hua nodded exaggeratedly and left with a smile.

Hayes scratched his head, not understanding why Meng Hua was so timid, he didn't seem to be so easy to deal with.

The Lakers attacked, and the thick eyebrows asked for the ball in the low post. After James made the ball, he pulled it to the weak side.

Meng Hua drifted across the bottom line, and Hayes missed a thousand miles away. Unfortunately, he turned around with his thick eyebrows behind his back, and did not see this opportunity to attack.

Seeing that Hayes was in a trance, Meng Hua couldn't let it go. He slowly walked beyond the three-point line opposite the thick eyebrow.

After confirming that Nongmei saw him, Meng Hua started at high speed and inserted the inside line.

Smith quit: "Has Meng Hua been kicked in the head by a donkey? James deliberately ran to the weak side to distract the defense. If he wanted to move like this, James ran directly to the inside just now."

As the point guard of the championship team, his brain is really bright. Under normal circumstances, Meng Hua really shouldn't run like this, but just now Hayes missed people so badly, he thought he could run.

Hayes continued to miss people, his thick eyebrows and eyes were not blind, he hit the ground, Meng Hua caught the ball and dunked with both hands.

Hayes seemed to understand something, and said to Meng Hua, "I'm not a mad dog!"

(End of this chapter)