name of champion

Chapter 88 This Guy Can Do It
The hustle and bustle of Jacques Arena lasted for half a minute.This ball and a turn around seemed to be to vent the grievances of the previous two games.

Even a team as experienced as the Golden State Warriors is a little confused, why is it called so crazy?is it necessary?It's just a difficult three-pointer. Although the follow-up action is cool, Moi Cook can hit such a ball in minutes.

"It's necessary to quiet these guys down," said Milf dissatisfied.

When he said that, the Braves team spontaneously ran up to play tactics around him.As a transformational shooter, as the core of the Braves, his actions lead to the actions of others.

On the surface, the Braves still had the ball in Bloomfield's hands, and he tore through the Kings' defense with frowning breakthroughs, while in the middle, Milf ran quickly, shifted, pulled out the space high, and received the ball Quick shot.

"31 to 30, the Kings' defense is careless, Jeremy is very active, but to defend a player like Milf, activeness alone is not enough, you must have a flexible brain, please use your brain, man." Barkley Say it bluntly.

"Don't listen to that fat man's nonsense." Wang Weiyu stepped forward to comfort Jeremy, "You are doing well, keep it up." "YES!" Jeremy replied forcefully.

"Guys, let them see our determination." Wang Weiyu shouted.Hearing this, the teammates on the field worked together and cut out consecutive partial pick-and-rolls. Although the Braves' defensive rotation was excellent, they were ruined by such wonderful cooperation for a while.

In such a chaotic situation, it is easiest to find out the neutral gear.Wang Weiyu swayed George and played the ball with one hand.

It was Jeremy who ran out of position. Before Milf came up, he shot a three-pointer, but missed.

Bruce gritted his teeth and got up, unexpectedly grabbing an offensive rebound from the Braves' basket.In other words, this is one of his few offensive rebounds.This gentleman's style is extremely sissy, and he averaged only 0.4 offensive rebounds per game in the regular season.

"I fucking love you!" Raglan catches the ball outside, fucks Tom, and yells, "Fuck you!" Tom jumps deadpan, touching the ball with his fingertips.

"Backboard!" Tom yelled.

"Bang!" Raglan was full of surprise, "How is that possible?" The situation on the court changed so fast that no one could think about it. The point where the ball would land had been predicted in advance by another person.

Wang Weiyu appeared exactly at the landing point and caught the ball.Raglan ran instinctively, the ball wasn't going to him, it wasn't going to anyone.It has its own place, it just leads someone to follow, catch the ball in that position, that's all.

It was Raglan who was guided, of course.Only he could be so passionate about guiding the ball, being led to the right spot, catching it, setting it up for the shot.

Tom didn't stop, and jumped up reflexively to block the block, "Oops!" "Just right! Little Tom!" Raglan happily picked it up, jumped into the air, put his hands in the correct position, right hand shoot.

"Going in." Wang Weiyu said in his heart, so he returned to the defense early, as confident as he was shooting himself.Obviously. Even Raglan who made the shot was watching the trajectory of the ball, but Wang Weiyu, who stayed out of it, turned around calmly.

It's not a relationship of self-confidence.He has this ability to see the trajectory of the ball, to see where the ball lands, and the eyes never deceive him.

"Shua!" Raglan caught up with Wang Weiyu, "Man, why do you believe that goal can be scored more than I do?" "Because I know how hard you work." Wang Weiyu said: "Every point you get is hard work." Miniature, I believe in your efforts." "Thank you for your trust, brother." Raglan laughed.

The voices in the arena became louder and louder, and Milf couldn't stand it anymore.

When the ball was coming, Milf pushed forward, and the anger clearly visible in his eyes made him feel anxious.

Jeremy Grant.The Kings' current best defensive linebacker will meet the wrath of what may be the most offensive linebacker in history.The Kings don't double-team. This is a lesson that the other 29 teams in the league have learned with their own blood and tears over the years-no matter how accurate MILF is, never double-team him.

If you double-team him, are you missing George or Tom?Or Bloomfield?Maybe Lenny is a good choice.

What Milf went on to do proved a saying about shooters—even if you're a sharpshooter, you can't throw the damn ball into the basket when you can't calm down inside.

Two steps from the arc, which isn't even Milf's regular range, he pulls up and shoots.Jeremy was sure he had his eyes sealed.Although the effect is minimal.

"Bang!" "Good defense!"

Moi was stunned, Wang Weiyu had already caught the rebound from the inside and launched a fast break to the Braves' basket.

George tried his best to catch up, and made a foul before Wang Weiyu dunked. "Damn it!" George stretched out his hand, and it turned out to be a shooting foul.

"Shua!" After a free throw was made, the Emperor team adjusted their personnel, Raglan went off, and Jing Qi and Dewar replaced Blue and Harvey.At the same time, the Braves also replaced Moi with Sean Levine.

Made both free throws.Wang Weiyu clenched his fists and looked provocatively at the milf who was leaving the stage, as if to say, "I'm going to show off, why don't you stay on the stage and take a look? What a pity."

Sean decided to break the scoring shortage of the Braves. He took advantage of his size and wanted to hit Jerome in the low post.This is indeed the right choice, if you don't count Jing Qi's help defense.

Jeremy can't do anything about the rigid low-position work, and there is indeed a gap in body shape.

At the moment when he pushed Jeremy away with all his strength, Jing Qi pounced on him, straightened his long arms, blocked Sean's shot from the basket, and sent it flying far away.

"Strike!" Jeremy lunged, cheering everyone up with his risky fly save before the ball went out of bounds.Wang Weiyu dribbled forward and ran forward, and everyone on the field fell behind him. It was impossible to stop his upcoming performance with a foul.

However, Mr. Wang still played off.I originally wanted to show a super-long gliding split dunk that was one step from the free throw line, but halfway through the slide, I suddenly found that the range was not enough, so I had to change the dunk to a wipe, and make a soft move forward.

"Embarrassing." The fans cheered enthusiastically, but Wang Weiyu was very annoyed that he didn't score in the way he wanted.

"Obviously it's okay during training." He still mumbled in his mouth, unable to let go of this matter.

The embarrassment of Wang Weiyu just now was invisible to ordinary viewers, but Barkley could see it clearly, "W actually made a mistake just now, but fortunately he has good resilience, otherwise there would be material for Shaq's five embarrassments this week." "Oh?" Kenny didn't realize what was going on just now.

"Just now W's original intention was to perform an ultra-long gliding dunk, but as you can see, he overestimated his gliding distance, so it turned into a layup." Barkley said.

I can not do it?Wang Weiyu disagreed a hundred times. In order to prove that he could do it, he looked for an opportunity to steal again in the next minute.

"It's another imperial moment!" Smith exclaimed excitedly: "The fans can cheer! W will not let you down!"

As he put it, the fans roared eagerly to see what their most trusted player had in store for them.

Qin Wei stood up, "Weiyu!"

Wang Weiyu stepped on the previous position with one foot and glided far away again. This time, it was enough!
"It's now!" Wang Weiyu pulled the ball horizontally, then pulled it back, and dunked it in.

"Well, I take my word back, this guy can do it," Barkley exclaimed excitedly.

(End of this chapter)