NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 180 Without Meng Hua, the Lakers are rubbish

Seeing Meng Hua being carried out on a stretcher, Thalia felt her heart was hollowed out. She didn't like basketball, and she went to the scene to watch Meng Hua's game. What would she do if Meng Hua wasn't there?

She sent a few messages, asking about his injuries. A person who works as hard as him, if it is not serious, will never be carried out.

She just sat there, checking WeChat from time to time, waiting anxiously, hoping that Meng Hua would come back again and stage the return of the king.

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Hua finally replied to her message, "I'm fine, thank you."

Talia was relieved, and felt much lighter all over her body.

The game continued, without Meng Hua's restraint, Mitchell made a fierce appearance, and the Lakers were in a hurry.

Since Meng Hua came to the Lakers, this is the first time he has left the game due to injury.

When he is on the court, his teammates and fans may not think he is so indispensable. His height is less than 190, and his defense is just like that. Isn't Bradley similar.

They didn't really feel until he left that they couldn't do without him.

This in itself is also a kind of sadness.

Some people don't realize how important he is to you until he loses it.

He doesn't compete with his teammates for credit. During the offense, when his teammates shoot away, he will not be so active in running positions.

In defense, he is undoubtedly the gate of the perimeter.But is it just outside lines?Gobert rushed up just now, and he was still the last barrier inside.

Vogel was very crazy. He went to World of Warcraft. Although the defense was better, the offense would not work immediately.

Warcraft went up and down, and Vogel's heart was ups and downs like a roller coaster.

In the last fiasco, it was said that the management was very dissatisfied. Both Boss Jenny and the Rambiss looked at him wrongly.

If this match fails again, maybe he will really be fired.

Bang!
James hit the iron with a three-pointer, he straightened his butt in ecstasy, and then walked back slowly to defend.

The fans were suppressed for too long and began to defect.

"Without Meng Hua, my lake would be trash."

"What are they doing? This is a player with an annual salary of tens of millions. I never felt that I was so close to the NBA."

"Come on Jazz, Vogel dismisses get out of class."

"Jazz come on, Westbrook, get out."

"Come on Jazz, let's trade Big Eyebrows, Glass Man."

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Fans are like this, but they spend money, what's wrong with scolding a few words?
You played brilliantly, and people jumped up and down, applauding and applauding.

You don't play well, don't you allow others to spray a few words?

Before Meng Hua left the field, the Lakers still led by 3 points. In just a few minutes, the first quarter ended and they fell behind by 7 points.

Vogel walked back to the locker room without looking back. He had to go and see Meng Hua.

As for the tactics, let the assistants arrange them. Anyway, there is nothing to arrange. No one wants to defend. This game is still a chicken.

A few minutes later, Vogel's face was livid. When he came back from the locker room, Meng Hua was still unable to play, but fortunately, he didn't hurt his testicles, but his thigh muscles.

In order to stimulate the fighting spirit of the players, he didn't mention this situation. The balls of your teammates are injured, and you are all beaten like this. You must know that it is only the thigh muscles. You must not surrender immediately.

Seeing Vogel's dark face, Thalia felt even more uneasy. Although Meng Hua said nothing was wrong, the head coach's face showed that the situation was serious.

She and Meng Hua don't have much contact in reality. Most of the communication is through WeChat, but some people can make you secretly fascinated by just chatting online.

Meng Hua has not changed, but the Meng Hua in her heart, the fictional Meng Hua, is getting bigger and bigger.

In the second quarter, the Lakers still did not change.They really only have two questions.

Can't attack.

Can't hold it.

Among the players on them, Monk, Rivers and Tucker are not old at all, but they look old on the court.

James wants to prove that without Meng Hua, he can still carry the Lakers forward.

On offense, he can still kill all directions, but on the defensive end, he is getting more and more powerless.

There were a few balls, and Mitchell, who played with momentum, even took the initiative to hit him by name.

This is a vicious circle. When you start to go down the mountain, those cats and dogs who used to run away when they saw you all jumped onto the stage.

James missed Meng Hua very much. He even thought that as long as Meng Hua could return to the court, he would break the ice and take the initiative to make gestures and ask him to play pick-and-roll with him.

Only after losing, do we know how to cherish.

In the TNT studio, the four famous mouths were drowsy.

They only have a topic when they condemn Gobert, but they can't spend a quarter just by condemning a player.

Worried about the silence, Johnson found a lot of topics, but the other three celebrities were not very interested in participating.

Their experience is much better than some people.

In the Tencent studio, Yang Yi and Wang Meng agreed that Gobert did it on purpose, stood on the moral high ground, and condemned him desperately.

Even so, the number of people watching the live broadcast is still dropping.

Regardless of Meng Hei or Meng Fan, they all came to see Meng Hua. He was injured, and he still watched a fart game.

gone, gone.

Yang Yi wished he could attack Gobert with the most vicious language in the world, but he couldn't. After all, this was a live broadcast and a public occasion.

At halftime, the Lakers trailed by 17 points and returned to the locker room in disgrace.

Everyone immediately went up to pay attention to Meng Hua's injury.

The team doctor who was sweating profusely was treating him, and they didn't dare to ask more questions.

Meng Hua only got kicked on the tendon of the inner thigh, which is not a serious problem, but he wanted to play as soon as possible, so the team doctor got busy.

Vogel stewed the chicken soup neither salty nor bland, no matter how delicious it was, it sometimes got greasy.

In the locker room of the visiting team, everyone was smiling.

Although some players also sympathized with Meng Hua, the sympathy lasted for only three seconds. No one felt that his health was more important than the team's victory.

Even Conley, who won the NBA Sportsmanship Award three times, thinks so.

It's not intentional to hurt you, after all, it's because you are not patient enough.

Many things, only happen to the people around you, you will feel the same.

Bogdanovic smiled and said, "It hurts just looking at it, did it explode from the kick?"

Everyone laughed, and Gobert smugly said, "I saw this stupid bird upset earlier, he deserved it, I rushed up, and he still rushed over, who is to blame?" Of course he would not admit that he lifted his foot on purpose.

Conley said: "He is too aggressive on defense, if only he just avoided it."

Mitchell sighed: "It's a good opponent, but it's a pity that we can't play against him." When he said this, he didn't believe it himself, but his teammates really believed it.

In Tianle Middle School, Shen Lin was in tears, Teacher Sun was handing tissues, and Meng Yuantong, who seldom smoked, went to the balcony to puff.

Teacher Zhao and Teacher Qian kept greeting Gobert's family.

Teacher Zhao: "Such a big guy, but also so vicious, this kind of person will definitely die."

Teacher Qian: "What the hell, even if you die, you will go to hell."

Teacher Sun took out a few tissues, heard him talk about hell, and said: "Hell is empty, and the devil is in the world."

One sentence made Shen Lin, who had suppressed her emotions, cry again.

Meng Yuantong on the balcony pinched his cigarette butt and ran into the house: "Don't cry, Hua'er is calling."

After some conversations, Shen Lin finally stopped crying, and said categorically, "Yuantong, I'm going to see Hua'er in the country of Mei. If you don't go, I'll go by myself."

The mother is worried when the son travels thousands of miles, let alone it is thousands of miles.

After coming out of the locker room, the two sides met each other again.

The Lakers played very steadily and steadily. Most of the time, James was playing singles, playing alone, and watching with four.

James' face was very dark, and the others were afraid of not being able to score, so they were even more afraid to fight; and if others did not fight, it would be even more difficult for James to open.

This creates a vicious circle.

Fortunately, after a break, the Jazz felt cold. They didn't have the shooting percentage in the first half, and they also hit iron frequently.

Just like that at the beginning, Barkley and O'Neill were not on the court at all. The two openly discussed the nightclub, and they had to talk about topics that interested the audience.

The Lakers fans also went from holding a glimmer of hope to completely disillusioned, and began to focus on cursing their mothers.

I can't even watch the game, and I can't find something to do.

Even scolding mothers, they also differentiated.

Victory can cover up everything, everything is so harmonious, only failure can discover problems.

Some scolded Gobert for being dirty, and by the way even scolded Mitchell who played bravely;

Some scolded Monk, Rivers and Westbrook for not helping James enough;

Some scolded James, when the team needs you, you should score 50 points;
Some scolded Vogel for his poor on-site scheduling;
Some scolded the management and Pelinka, accusing them of trading indiscriminately and dismantling the winning lineup.

There are also very strange ones, which are actually scolding Meng Hua, and he will destroy what he can't get.

Amidst bursts of yelling and cursing, the fans on the scene actually started to scold each other.

Some people were scolding Meng Hua, while others were very upset and stood up to criticize.

The team lost like this, everyone was angry, and exchanged words in a few words, and they didn't give up until the security guard showed up.

Vogel called a timeout twice, but still couldn't stop the team's decline, so he also gave up.

I am not giving up, this is a strategic retreat, to better fight the next game, he said to himself.

In the third quarter, the Lakers lost another 5 points and entered the fourth quarter behind by 22 points.

The cheerleaders were dancing happily, but the audience didn't care to watch, how happy they were before, how bitter they are now.

Even if you lose, you can't lose again. Vogel hunched over and impassionedly concluded his statement, hoping that the players would not give up.

Seeing the player's distracted eyes, his tone of voice gradually lowered, and the speed of his speech slowed down until he fell silent.

On the other hand, the Jazz, although the game is not over, they have already shown the arrogant expression that only the winners have.

"Look at Rihanna's dead fish face, whoever wants it, I don't want it."

"I don't know your little thoughts yet, Scarlett will give it to you."

"You are so old, you can do it. That chick is Thalia, it's really exciting, it's mine."

They unscrupulously commented on the female stars in the front row, as if if they won the game, they could really take it away.

The fourth quarter started, the Lakers put all their eggs in one basket, and all the main players were present.

They held on for 2 minutes without scoring a point.

"Lakers, trash."

"Lakers, trash."

Amidst the fans' huge defections, Vogel withdrew all the main players.

It takes courage to give up!
(End of this chapter)