Above All Beings in the NBA

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"No way, although the Celtics haven't scored 30 points yet, the Lakers..."

Director Zhang looked at the Lakers statistics, what the hell, the Lakers only scored 35 points.

"Looking at the posture, the two teams are going to finish with this rhythm?"

"What's even more frightening is that the two sides will still play like this in the next finals."

As soon as Director Zhang finished speaking, there was already howling on the interactive platform of the live broadcast room.

To be fair, fans are here to watch a wonderful basketball matchup, definitely not now..., it is also a basketball matchup now, but it is more like two strong men competing for strength, and whoever wins will naturally score a goal.

"This game also..."

Even Wang Hao himself couldn't help complaining.

"Sometimes in order to win, you need to play tricks, such as..."

Fisher didn't finish his sentence.

"You mean, the old man has more sinister tricks?"

"Otherwise, do you think his ring is only based on Jordan, O'Neal and Kobe?"

"Also, in the finals, in order to win, there is nothing you can't do, except kill people"

...

Fisher's preaching seemed to make Wang Hao slowly understand the true meaning of the finals?

Chapter 317 Do you think this ball was given to you?

"Why can't you play basketball well? What are you doing with so many routines?"

Look up and look at the score, 35:23.

"It's still a good routine, it's really fragrant."

"Old eel, do you have any other tricks?"

Wang Hao asked expectantly.

"Yes, but..."

Fisher glanced at Wang Hao contemptuously.

"What? I don't even believe my own people."

The last 5 minutes of the first half can definitely be ranked as the most iron 5 minutes in NBA history.

Pierce swings out of space, shoots, hits the iron.

Wang Hao missed a hit from the back.

Ray Allen made a three-pointer.

Wang Hao attracted a double-team pass to Fisher, and Fisher made a three-pointer.

...

Stern looked at the Lord of the Rings who was watching with relish, and couldn't help asking, "Is it interesting?"

"Hehe! It's boring, but it reminds me of the days when I ruled the NBA"

Lord of the Rings look of memory.

"...You? You have the guts to say that the ugly finals are not passed down from you. Think about it, if Zhang Erwan becomes the Lord of the Rings, then the current finals will be Feitiandun Did you perform in the land?"

Stern fell into endless flirting, and suddenly his ass tightened, "Why did you forget the two masters, the Pistons and the Spurs?"

No matter how yelling Stern is, the two sides just don't score goals, even dribbling halftime, they are pinching the time.

......

beep!

The referee blew the whistle to end the halftime game. Today's referee felt for the first time that calling a finals game could be so simple.He can even stroll through the half court with the players who eat the ball and advance, instead of running, blowing half the game without breaking a sweat.

The score between the two sides was 40:30, and the Lakers led by 10 points.

"You guys played well. Although they are only leading by 10 points, according to the rhythm just now, it will be difficult for them to catch up."

The current Zen master is full of joy, "Rivers? Zazaer, I have more rings than his fingers."

"Don't make trouble, coach"

There was wailing in the waiting room. A group of young people couldn't stand this sleepy style of play. This is the finals. Shouldn't they be averaging 4 points per game?Then become the head of the team, marry Bai Fumei (or drink the bath water), and reach the pinnacle of life?

"In the third quarter, Farmar, remember that you cooperated very well with Wang Hao in college, right?"

The Zen master glanced at Farmar meaningfully.

"Sun Yue, Radmanovich, Nick Yang, you follow, just one request, be fast, be accurate, and run."

"Long live Coach."

Wang Hao yelled, almost causing the Zen master to have a heart attack.

"Let me tell you, I will lose if I hit the three-point line once, don't block me, I will hit 10..."

After the Zen master left, Wang Hao began to speak nonsense.

"SB"

"Upstairs +1"

"+10086"

"you?"

Wang Hao's fingers crunched.