NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 317
TNT studio is also a sea of ​​joy at the moment.

The four famous mouths all laughed.

O'Neill coughed a few times, and said, "Meng Hua is such a treasure, this clapping should be the top five embarrassment."

Smith laughed: "Yeah, both Monty and Vogel should be shortlisted."

Barkley said: "Genius, this is a genius, who of you can think of this trick."

Smith said: "Paul's response is also very good, but Meng Hua is the first, and he won this time."

Barkley said: "Small gimmicks, rare and elegant, the key still depends on the performance on the field."

O'Neal said: "I made two three-pointers and two shots on the court. It's perfect."

Barkley turned on the fault-finding mode: "The defense in this game, the pressure is not so strong."

O'Neal turned into Vogel: "Use it again at critical moments. There was foul trouble in the last game, you know."

On the court, Westbrook dribbled the ball across half court, as fast as the wind, as slow as a forest.

O'Neill said with emotion: "Westbrook really played with confidence. He has never appeared before in this dribbling state." Haha asked twice: "What do you think of this round of the series now?"

Smith replied: "The sun must win, it must." Turning to find support, he asked Barkley: "Is it?"

Barkley said, "I can't see clearly."

Westbrook slowed down, and waited for the thick eyebrows to be in the inside line, and the inside line was combined with the three-pointer before he could kill someone.

After Nongmei received the ball, Westbrook ran to the baseline to take away the defender.

The thick eyebrows leaned in, and the same body as Ayton Hill collided, and the two yelled at the same time.

Meng Hua ran without the ball and came to Westbrook's position just now.

Seeing a flash of white shadow with thick eyebrows, he hit the outside line without hesitation, and at the same time got stuck with Ayton again without the ball, ready to catch the ball and continue to goug him.

Meng Hua received the ball, and just now he swayed Booker with a one-foot fake move, but this time he stopped shaking and directly shot a three-pointer.

With Booker's speed, he was worried about being shaken, and if he didn't pounce at the first time, he would not be able to block him.

His judgment was very precise, and he ate Booker to death.

The ball was shot, Booker looked back, and Meng Hua stepped back.

Swish!
Triple hit.

The audience shut down, desperately hoping that their players can respond to the Lakers again.

Meng Hua retreated to the center line, glanced at Monty, stretched out his hand slightly, Monty gave him a resentful look, shook his head and smiled wryly, come back?
Monty thought that Meng Hua would retreat soon, but Paul dribbled the ball slowly, but Meng Hua stopped at the center line, as if waiting for him to clap his hands.

Of course, it was impossible for him to clap hands with Meng Hua. In order to ease the embarrassment, he glanced to the other side.

Meng Hua estimated that it was almost the same, and quickly ran back to the backcourt to defend. He did this to harass Monty, at least to prevent him from communicating with the Suns players.

Paul continued to look for Booker, and this time Booker shot and hit the iron under Meng Hua's strict marking.

His training shooting rate is about 80%. If he takes three shots in a row, the probability of hitting all of them is 50%. Facing Meng Hua's blockade on the field, it is difficult to hit three shots in a row.

Monty saw that the situation was not good, and shouted: "Defend, defend, double-team him."

He didn't say who he was referring to, and believed that his team members would not be so stupid.

Sure enough, the Suns double-teamed. Their defense was flexible and changeable, integrating sea, land and air. Meng Hua enjoyed the same treatment as Curry.

Under such circumstances, even if he can score, Westbrook can't deliver the shells.

He wanted to do it alone. Seeing that Meng Hua was running aggressively, he wanted to wait to see if he could get the chance. He hesitated, but the chance was lost, and he blamed James if he didn't have the chance.

James yelled, you are not affecting my shooting rate, a feint.

Bridges says whatever you want.

James hit the iron with a three-pointer, rolled his eyes and shook his head. He was very dissatisfied with Westbrook's pass. There was no sign. Looking back, as long as he doesn't make mistakes, let him go.

Paul took possession of the ball and signaled Booker to hit Meng Hua under the basket.

Booker looked worried, so he had to go to the elbow area to ask for a position. Fortunately, Meng Hua did not fight behind him.

Meng Hua is eager for him to catch the ball. Booker is so strong that if he wants to play him inside, he can't wait for it.

Booker caught the ball and turned left, and was blocked halfway through the turn. As soon as he finished catching the ball, the opponent's defense stepped up. His lower body strength was average, and he was not strong enough to push Meng Hua instantly, so he had to pass the ball back to Paul.

Hey again, Paul, he doesn't play inside. It was seen that Claude couldn't beat Meng Hua before, but Booker made a mid-range shot. He doesn't have to go in, he can turn around and jump.

Booker had no choice but to catch the ball and play again, forced a back turn, and barely made a shot.

Losing his rhythm, he can only adjust his body in the air. Booker is just a small Kobe, without Kobe's waist and abdomen strength, and the ball is too big.

Paul shook his head while retreating, cursing secretly, a bunch of idiots can't be moved.

This is not to blame for Booker, he is taller than Meng Hua, but his wingspan is not good, and the difference in height between the two standing is not too much.

If not, how could Meng Hua feel confident and bold to let him catch the ball.

Paul had just finished cursing, when he saw a young general in white robes rushing out of the enemy formation, he clamped his legs and rode forward to block it.

The two men exchanged guns and sticks, killing until the sky was dark and the sun and moon were dark, and then they returned to the battle in a hurry.

Without a successful sneak attack, Westbrook had no choice but to slow down, but he believed that the enemy would not be able to hold on for long if he rushed forward like this.

Paul raised his thick eyebrows, this time he really wanted to hit the inside line, my brother thick eyebrows, don't spread it anymore.

Nongmei heard his inner call, leaned back slightly after catching the ball, tested Ayton's position, turned around suddenly, raised his long arms, and turned over and shot a jumper.

Ayton didn't take off, stood on tiptoes, and stretched his hands as high as he could to interfere with him.

I don't know if it was disturbed, but the ball that the thick eyebrows were bound to win, swished twice and still bounced out of the frame.

Thick eyebrows were so angry that he clasped his hands together and clapped himself. I knew I should practice more turnaround jump shots and practice three-pointers with them.

Paul rushed after receiving Ayton's pass, trying to speed up the offensive rhythm, but Westbrook also stared at him closely, and had no chance of a fast break, so he had to continue to land.

Paul directed Ayton to cover, use the pick-and-roll, and hit a good mid-range shot.

People are more mad than people.

Paul's ball also swished twice at the basket, the problem is that he can score.

Nongmei shook his head, complaining that fate made fun of people.

Paul Jinlian stepped back and said with a thick eyebrow, "It's not luck, it's the touch."

Thick eyebrows smiled, he didn't believe Paul's nonsense.

Objectively speaking, Paul was right.

People with a good hand feel can throw the ball more stably. Even if they hit the basket, they can still bounce it in many times.

The Lakers' offense, this time changed to James' possession of the ball. He felt that Westbrook hadn't read the opponent's defense.

The two Suns double-teamed Meng Hua, so there must be a gap on their own side. At this time, it is called a cover. The opponent is not in a hurry, and then has excellent vision, isn't that doing whatever he wants?

James thought so, and he did so.

Calling Rivers for a pick-and-roll, the Suns were in chaos.

Leave you!

James didn't take it apart, bypassed the screen and went directly to the basket, making a dunk with ease.

The home fans suddenly became imposing and started the sonic killing.

James looked at Westbrook and nodded, indicating that he should play like this.

(End of this chapter)