NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 359
James seems to have a different view on this timeout, thinking that the two timeouts are too short and unnecessary.

Vogel certainly has his reasons.

There are more than 2 minutes left in the game. As long as this offense is scored, the Suns will have to rely on some miracles if they want to come back.

As long as you win, you do what is right.

James suppressed his unhappiness and patiently listened to the coach's tactics.

Fortunately, this time, Vogel arranged for James to attack.

Although he is the main attacker, he is not the main player. Westbrook is the one who controls the ball.

James now rushes to the bottom line and thick eyebrows in both directions, a cross screen, and then goes to the outside line.

The defensive players must chase them out, and James then inserts into the interior at high speed, receives a pass from Westbrook, and storms the basket.

The plan was great and seamless.

The execution was better, but there was a little accident, James was pulled viciously by the out of position Crowder, and he lay on the ground in pain.

The referee only whistled for ordinary fouls, and there were boos everywhere, and even more radical fans greeted the referee politely.

James got up, signaled the fans to be quiet, adjusted his breath, and made two free throws.

Although it only scored 1 point, it is unlikely to catch up with an attack, and the Lakers took a sigh of relief.

The enemy was very aggressive in chasing points, another 3 points, and another 3+1. The Lakers were beaten a bit embarrassingly.

In the last 2 minutes, the Suns also requested a timeout.

Serve the frontcourt after returning.

Meng Hua tried his best. Paul wanted to pass on Booker, but he was completely locked up.

Paul had to start Plan B and pass it on to Johnson.

Johnson didn't expect Paul to pass him the ball, and that was just Plan B Paul thought.

Then let's do it.

Although it was not an empty basket, Johnson still withstood the pressure and scored another three-pointer.

In less than 1 minute, he scored 7 points in a row. If the solar energy turns defeat into victory, he will definitely be the biggest contributor.

The point difference is only 1 point. This time Vogel did not call a timeout, after all, there is a limit on the number of times.

James squinted at him, thinking to himself, the timeout just now should not have been called, what a pity.

He is still struggling.

Don't die in entanglement, just explode in entanglement.

This time it was not James who broke out, but Westbrook.

No matter who stands up, it is worth celebrating. Everyone hugs tightly. They don't want to be eliminated. Now every second may decide their fate.

See the poor dagger in the picture.

The Suns quickly launched an offense. In less than 10 seconds, Booker ran out of the open space and made a big two-pointer.

With 80 seconds left, Vogel requested a timeout again.

This time, what he wanted to deploy was defense.

Allowing the Suns to score like this, the team is already on the verge of collapse.

He seemed to see the previous team with a chaotic defensive system, no three-dimensional barriers, and the enemy broke through a little, and it was one side.

Throughout the fourth quarter, Meng Hua only scored 3 points and remained unknown for a long time.

In the Tencent studio, a large number of Meng Hei began to create a sense of presence.

"The Lakers are only 80 seconds away from being eliminated. I ask weakly, is Meng Hua on the court?"

"Isn't being present the same as not being present?"

"Ruppy, at the most critical moment, he completely disappeared. Originally, I wanted to turn Lu into a fan."

Whether he is soft or not, Paul has the most right to speak, and he is almost inflamed.

But it was impossible for him to speak for Meng Hua. If he knew that Meng Hua would be drowned by saliva, he wished it was the sea.

Back on the field, when fighting the bayonet.

At the critical moment, James doesn't care about whether he has the ball or not.

During normal times, he can play without the ball. At this time, the ball must be in his hands.

Westbrook was satisfied with being able to win the ball in regular time. He would not compete with James for this kind of ball. He ran to the left corner and waited leisurely.

James holds the ball and the team takes the lead. No matter how many points the lead is, time must be pressed.

The Suns robbed several times, but they were all resolved by the Lakers. They simply deployed their defenses quietly. If it takes time, you can spend it. Anyway, you still have 1 minute after the attack.

Passive offense, the Lakers finally swallowed the bitter pill. James was simple and rude, using his teammates to cover and shoot three-pointers.

At this moment, Vogel's facial muscles twitched.

It would be a lie to say that they are not nervous, the team is ahead, but what if the Suns succeed in attacking?

This is also the reason why he didn't arrange an offense just after the timeout, but instead confessed the reason for the defense, but who knows if the players can do what he said.

"Should be, Meng Hua is fine, it's tough at critical moments." Vogel kept reassuring himself.

The Suns have no time-consuming capital, Paul dribbles, Booker and Bridges rarely work together in the backcourt.

The meaning is very clear, don't think about double-teaming Paul, we have already taken precautions.

Meng Hua saw the other party flashing his sword, so he had no choice but to put away the dog's paw.

Vogel's face became even uglier.

He looked helplessly at the dome, could this be my last game with the Lakers?

For Meng Hua, there is another season, but for Vogel, if the Lakers are eliminated, he will definitely be fired by the team.

The Lakers are still very generous, no matter in terms of money or basketball, Vogel does not want to lose this job.

He stared wide-eyed, without blinking, paying attention to the situation on the field.

When Paul called Ayton, the more critical the moment, the more he had to use the usual tricks.

The score was only 1 point away, and Monty also sent Ayton.

He didn't deny his ability. The point difference was too much just now, and Ayton didn't have 3 points. He was also forced to play the fifth.

Like a resentful woman, Ayton ran to Meng Hua's side and stomped down hard.

He played with emotion, with heavy steps and windy walks, Meng Hua had already noticed in advance.

Like a loach, Meng Hua passed through the wall of Ayton and appeared in front of Paul tenaciously.

No, not loach, loach can only drill, not so hard.

He is like an almighty weapon, harder than a diamond, more slippery than a loach, let alone a wall, no matter how hard a membrane is, it can penetrate it.

If one screen can't be successful, then two.

Claude also ran forward, trying to block Meng Hua.

How can a man like Meng Hua be controlled by his feet.

Meng Hua continued to penetrate the wall, this time through the wall, the technique is very good, and it can be written into the textbook.

Without the on-site DJ reminding, the fans stood up and cheered one after another. Then, the sound of "defense" resounded over the stadium, vowing to swallow the sun.

If only the fans are clamoring, Paul can bear it;
If only Meng Hua harassed, Paul could resist.

Now that the fans are cheering and Meng Hua is pressing hard, Paul is a little bit powerless.

Huge sound waves, no matter how many battles they have experienced, will make them feel uneasy.

If one cover doesn't work, then two;

If two screens don't work, then three.

The sun worked tirelessly, this time using a double vertical screen.

No matter how strong Meng Hua is, it is impossible not to be stopped.

He still wore it, and passed it in the opposite direction from Paul, went around behind Paul, and stabbed him from behind with a leaping leap.

This is playing with life.

James had the best perspective. He was stunned and suddenly felt ashamed.

In fact, he could pass Meng Hua a few balls, but for some reason, in his pass priority, Meng Hua, who was the most accurate, was ranked last.

He had selfish intentions, but at this moment, he was shocked by Meng Hua's desperate will.

"He's playing, pure basketball, I'm not."

(End of this chapter)