NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 255

Meng Hua ran without the ball, rushed towards the penalty area, faced Varan, and made a wonderful pass behind his left hand with thick eyebrows.

The Clippers are not calm anymore.

Shout out, the Lakers are sworn rivals in the same city, and they are a bit ambitious;
Don't shout, I heard someone "ah" again.

Jackson sighed: "Valane shouldn't have the ball, he lost his position."

Not wanting to elevate a competitor, only belittle his enemy.

George was a little uneasy, leaned back tactically, and said: "This kid can run without the ball, but I underestimated him."

Batum said with a smile: "Hayes shouldn't have thrown the ball, which will cause a series of chain reactions in the future."

Morris: "He can't defend the backcourt, the Pelicans should adjust."

George: "The position on the court is very vague, and he can't guard Westbrook and Monk either."

The corner of Jackson's mouth raised, "Westbrook? Who can't guard against Westbrook?" Although he was Westbrook's substitute in the Thunder, the relationship between the two was not good.

George and Westbrook were also teammates. During those years, the frustrated two often encouraged each other, and the relationship was not bad. But from time to time, since Jackson wanted to humiliate Westbrook's skills, he would not stand up for Westbrook.

People in the rivers and lakes are like flowers blooming on branches, they will bloom or fall, gather or disperse, and they are often involuntary.

As strong as Westbrook and George, they cannot fully control their own destiny.

On the court, James fed the ball to the thick eyebrow and then pulled it to the weak side.

James also gave full trust to the little brother with thick eyebrows. After all, the two are the same agent.

Thick eyebrows raised twice, unable to push away Varan, he was thinking hard, when he raised his head, Meng Hua had already run to him without anyone noticing.

Without even thinking about it, Nong Mei shook his hands and stuffed the ball into Meng Hua's arms.

Meng Hua caught the ball and jumped up, facing Varan to defend, and threw the ball in.

If you want to make a difference in the penalty area, throwing is an essential skill for short people.

Ever since Parker, a French sports car, practiced throwing as a conventional weapon and repeatedly pissed off the opponent's center in the three-second zone, throwing has been regarded as a basic skill set by all defenders.

Hayes, who was chasing, and Varan, who was defending, almost collided. Both were dissatisfied with each other's defense, and they quarreled unconsciously.

Varan is very low-key, doesn't cause trouble, but is not afraid of trouble.

If Ingram or McCollum say he's fine, Hayes is a third-year rookie, why teach him?

"Hehe, this little throw is fine." This time, it was George who praised Meng Hua first.

He turned to Jackson and said, "How about it, are you confident in defending against him?"

Jackson said solemnly: "There must be confidence, but I prefer to play against Westbrook, which will give me extra motivation."

George said: "Okay, then hand this kid over to me and Batum. If you don't believe him, his chicken feathers will fly to the sky."

George is a frequent visitor to the background board, and various short video highlights of his lore can be assembled into a bleak song.

Is it his defensive skills?

If Paul George's defense is not good, there will be few people in the league who can defend.

It is precisely because he actively defends and never gives up that he is lore, dunked and knocked down.

Not defending, or defending with eyes, will never become a background board.

The reason is actually very simple, but those idiot fans who laughed at George would not understand.

The truth is in the hands of a few, and sometimes, knowing does not necessarily lead to a happier life.

When the whole network ridicules and refuses to follow the crowd, you suddenly find yourself isolated.

This phenomenon doesn't just happen in basketball.

If you attack in, you must also defend yourself.

Meng Hua made an assist and a throw, and the Pelicans responded simply and rudely.

Ingram hit two in a row, and it was still James.

With a cold face, James signaled his teammates not to panic.

He sits in on Ingram, hits the paint, and turns around for a jumper.

This action was indeed sudden, at least he thought so.

But Ingram is not surprised, after all, he has played such an offense countless times before.

The pitch is short.

In the third quarter, James carried the team's offense and now encountered a physical bottleneck.

Worried about affecting his morale, he gritted his teeth and insisted, but he really didn't have the strength to finish Ingram's push.

The Pelicans changed their routine and switched to McCollum holding the ball. Surrounded by Meng Hua's iron wall, he couldn't find a chance and gave the ball to his teammates.

Jones strikes hard.

Vogel saw that James' physical strength had encountered a bottleneck, but the team was 5 points behind. He couldn't replace James who had just played.

He looked at the score on the big screen and prayed secretly, praying that James would stand up.

Of course James could withstand it, he wobbled, pushed inside again, and tricked Graham into a foul.

Two free throws were made, and the Lakers chased the score to one goal.

In the knockout rounds, this psychological hurdle is even more important.

The Pelicans also seemed to have encountered a physical bottleneck. They attacked several times in a row, changed routines, and changed the main attacker, but they all ended in iron strikes.

The Lakers played very humbly. Since the opponent doesn't score, it's still a goal difference if they don't score.

The Pelicans turned the ball inside and Varan hit the iron.

The Lakers attacked from the outside, and Meng Hua hit the iron.

In this wave of mutual pecking, Meng Hua contributed two iron strikes, Monk and Westbrook once each.

It is normal to strike iron, and he will still make a decisive move when the opportunity comes again, which has not affected his confidence in the slightest.

But the Pelicans fans felt that he was not confident, and started booing again.

The two teams fought frequently, and Fatty looked drowsy at first, but seeing his team's fans being so active, he also started to join the hush army, talking sweetly to Meng Hua.

This is likely to be the last few minutes of the team's season. If you don't scold Menggou, how can you be worthy of the front row position?
"Meng Gou, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, I want to challenge you one-on-one." The fat man said casually, scolding all night, he didn't have any new words.

This time Meng Hua stopped and turned to glare at him.

He looked at the security guard and pointed in the direction of the fat man, signaling that someone was insulting him.

The security guard looked away, pretending not to know what he wanted to say.

How do I manage this?
Did you run over to ask the fat man, did you scold him?The fat man definitely said no.

If he is not good for Fatty, will the fans at home let him go?Do you still want to watch football for free?

The security guard had been thinking about these issues for a long time, so when Meng Hua looked at him, he resolutely looked at the floor, the cheerleaders and others.

The Pelicans have five consecutive irons, and they urgently need to solve the scoring shortage.

McCollum handles the ball, cruising beyond the arc, looking for opportunities.

Compared with the Lakers' James and Westbrook, McCollum is a light cavalry, and he relies on his mobility and range.

Meng Hua stuck very tightly, using his dragon-binding hands, and resolutely refused to give his opponent a chance to shoot a three-pointer.

McCollum called Jones and called Rivers.

The plan failed. Meng Hua was very cunning and did not switch defenses with Rivers. He could feel the fear in McCollum's heart.

McCollum didn't give up, and continued to call Hayes, preparing to single-handedly play Westbrook.

With the breeze blowing on the tip of his left finger, Meng Hua could feel that Hayes, the domestic violence man, was approaching.

The calculation time was about the same, and he took a step with his left foot.

He had no idea which side Hayes would take on him, and was just doing dirty tricks at will.

Pfft!
Hayes, who was running happily, suddenly hit a tripping rope and fell into the mud.

(End of this chapter)