This point guard is great

Chapter 142
In terms of speed, Ma Hong believes that the current average acceleration rate is the second-to-last in the league, and no one will compete with him for the first.

However, if the short-distance burst of acceleration and the speed at the moment of the shot, Ma Hong can be ranked among the top ten in the league, his skillful hands are already a nightmare for countless opponents.

Kobe's reflexes are already top-notch, but he still can't protect the ball under Mahon's tricky grab. His hands are small, and the ball was snatched away!
"Fast break!" Shouted, Mahon immediately dribbled the ball and picked up speed.

But at this time, how could Naka let him go? Naka, who was originally facing Artest and backed Mahon, forcibly turned his body with the strength of his waist and abdomen at this moment, turning around like a mamba snake that was attacked by surprise, and launched the most ferocious attack!
"NO!" The Zen master on the sidelines shouted. Unfortunately, I forgot about the chatter now, and I couldn't hear what the old man said at all.

It was a tragedy for Naga, because he threw himself on Mahon.

Zen master is very clear-headed. The current lineup of the Bulls is not much faster. If they run for a second, the Lakers can play defensively.

After throwing Ma Hong down, Naka regained his sobriety. Looking at the curvature of Ma Hong's mouth, he knew he had been fooled.

Deliberately took advantage of the entanglement between the two of them to give Ma Hong an elbow, and finally endured it. After all, the referee had whistled the penalty, and now it was not game time.

Standing up, Kobe pushed away Taizi who was coming up to pull Mahon, and stretched out his palm to Mahon.

Shaking hands openly, Ma Hong stood up, chatted and gave Ma Hong a gentle hug: "You are a good player, but you won't have the chance to snipe me again in the future, I will remember you."

Chatting knew that he would have to rest for a long time, and under the circumstances, Phil Jackson would not let him continue to play.

Sure enough, the Lakers made a substitution, and Chatter officially sat back on the bench.

Jessica Alba was protesting loudly, and the fans were also accusing Mahon of being despicable. I don’t know what kind of nerve is wrong with this bitch, Kristin, but she also shouted "black whistle" there, we need "Kobe" and so on. The super high-value, fashionable and high-end outfits allowed Christine to get a 5-second close-up even though she is not a public figure.

When she found out that she was close-up, Christine even gave a handsome two-finger salute to the camera, her fans +10086.

Without the nagging outside support, facing the rough-skinned and thick-skinned Bulls, the Lakers would be a tragedy.

No need to face chatter, Artest was directly kicked by Mahon to defend Fisher, and O'Neal was even worse, Brad Miller, Oakley, junior boxing champion and Eddie Curry's super-meat lineup, Mahon kept 3 people fighting with O'Neal under the basket.

It doesn't matter if others score or not. Mahon's goal is to stare at O'Neill and Fisher.

Because now the Lakers have the ability to score independently and can maintain a certain shooting percentage. They are the only players. As for Walker, his short-range shots and layups are indeed a threat, and he is second to none in active play.

The wind direction of the game has gradually changed, and the rhythm has entered the Bulls' BGM.

Although O'Neal fought hard, he couldn't stand up to the pack of wolves. Every time he wanted to take off, he carried at least two people on his back. This was not counted by Oakley's secret hands. The battle was fierce, and even once O'Neal made a layup, Oakley directly pulled down his jersey, which almost caused a dew point.

Before the end of the second quarter, Zen master paused to adjust his tactics for the third time, and suppressed Kobe who wanted to play along the way.

This guy is on the bench, and it is possible to keep playing. The team still has the spirit of "we still have the trump card". Once he plays and is directly sniped, the Lakers will be defeated like a mountain.

Of course, this is the situation where O'Neill maintains his current state. If this salty fish is willing to be serious, then the Zen master dares to give up Naka directly.

After the Lakers paused, the game continued, and O'Neal continued to be yelled at by elbows.

"Do you know me, Lao Tzu Charles Oakley!"

O'Neill endured being elbowed, but this guy Oakley is elbowing and BBing at the same time, what is this for?Boss, we don't know each other well, why do you act like I offended you?
Have you talked nonsense recently?

Nothing.

In any case, O'Neal couldn't remember where he offended Oakley, and the Bulls are now playing like a zombie siege. Regardless of offense and defense, O'Neal has no less than three people around him. The Zen Master adjusted the lineup and replaced Robert Horry and Lynch Hunter with better shooting ability.

But how to put it, the effect is there, but it is not obvious. The pace of the Bulls chasing the score has weakened, but they are still chasing.

At the end of the second quarter, the Spooky Billiard Hall was full of shouts of anticipation for 'cha wa', especially Kristin and Jessica Alba. At some point, Kristin sneaked to the seat next to Jessica Alba, and at this moment, the two stunning beauties were in the same frame. One was bronze-skinned, blond, and blue-eyed, and feminine, and the other was short-haired, with an almost demonic appearance.

Why don't you guys play basketball less and broadcast more close-ups of these two. It would be even better if there are photos or something.

For this unreasonable appeal, the staff of the Nasp Billiard Hall must be responsive.

During the halftime break, Mahon was too lazy to talk to Christine. He was pulling Artest to discuss tactics with Eddie Curry. Suddenly, the stadium that should have been cheerleading time fell into darkness, leaving only a few main lights.

Then a pink heart-shaped headlight appeared in the middle of the field, spinning back and forth.

Just listen to the DJ shouting "KISS" "KISS" "KISS"!
The audience also shouted "KISS" "KISS" "KISS"!
The rules are simple, the lights will shake 'randomly', the whole venue will be patrolled, and the two people covered by the 'pink love lights' must kiss each other. If they are married, they need to ask for their partner's consent.

The corner of Ma Hong's mouth was twitching. He felt that it's no wonder that the Lakers are making profits every year. As long as they can play in this city, it's not what ordinary mediocre people want.

He didn't arrange tactics anymore, not because he wanted to join in the fun, but mainly because Artest and his younger brother Eddie Curry stared at the big screen with blue eyes.

The pink spotlight flickered back and forth, wandering around the stadium for a full 3 minutes.

During this period of time, the broadcast volume of football games has soared sharply. How big is this number?

Let's put it this way, the head of the league in Los Angeles almost passed out with distress, and the countdown on the big screen entered the last three seconds, 3, 2, 1!

Pink lights shrouded Jessica Alba and the female hooligan Christine!

(End of this chapter)