NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 184 I Didn't Expect Him to Surrender So Soon
The players on the court stared at the ball and asked the same question as Meng Hua: Will the ball go in?
At this moment, they seem to have forgotten that the game is not over yet, and they still have to grab rebounds.

The audience held their breath and their eyes followed the ball closely.

Talia secretly prayed, God, let him shoot in, and I will promise him whatever he wants to do tonight.

Seeing the Lakers play his obscene tactics, Wang Meng said pleasantly, "The Lakers chose to take a three-pointer, and Meng Hua wanted to shoot...he really did, so he must score."

Yang Yi put aside the tactical argument with him, and shouted excitedly: "We must go in, please."

Bang!
The ball bounced off the rim.

Swish!
Bounced downward, the ball refracted and fell into the net.

Wang Meng exhaled, as if he had just done a strenuous exercise.

Yang Yi was relieved, as if Wang Meng's exercise was done on him.

"Hurry up and defend." Vogel yelled towards the court.

Before he yelled, Meng Hua had already retreated, and he was always playing defense in his mind, which was something his father, Meng Yuantong, had been talking about every day since he decided to let him play.

Gobert was actually the first to run to the frontcourt.

The two were not walking in parallel, they were about to collide, and neither would let the other, fearing being called a foul, neither dared to hit each other with force.

Both of them were old drivers, so they slowed down and let the cars rub against each other until the fronts of the cars moved away from each other.

"Huaxia dwarf, you wait." Gobert was aggressive. He really had nothing to do with Meng Hua, he could only attack his height.

Meng Hua turned to Mitchell and said, "He said I'm a dwarf and I'm taller than you, so what are you?"

Mitchell immediately turned blue and said nothing.

Conley dribbled the ball across the half court, cruising around 45 degrees on the left wing. He had no purpose, just pressing time.

Mitchell slowly sank to the bottom line.

Gobert and Bogdanovic both stepped forward and stuck Meng Hua tightly, like an eagle catching a chicken.

The two men on Meng Hua's left and right couldn't move. They could only watch Mitchell run to the right at a 45-degree angle.

Another cover from his teammates, Mitchell ran to the top of the arc, almost at the same time, Conley's ball also arrived.

Mitchell catches the ball and shoots, first a teammate double screen, then a single screen, and then Conley passes the ball, a perfect fit.

Even if you practice it a hundred times, you may not be able to perform it so seamlessly.

Mitchell catches the ball, turns, and lifts his arms as he kicks off the floor.

Snapped!
what sound?
Mitchell couldn't believe it, someone blocked the ball in his hand.

The shadows are coming!

It was Meng Hua. His long arm missed the ball first, and then his body flew over.

The strategic intention of the Jazz's ball is obvious. Since Conley is holding the ball, it must be passed to Mitchell.

After Meng Hua was blocked by the two, he did not chase Mitchell.

Conley was at 45 degrees on the left wing, Mitchell ran to the right bottom corner, why chase him?
He slowly followed Mitchell in the inner lane, the scope kept aiming at him, and when he was about to make a move, he sniped him.

Westbrook grabbed the ball and the cat's waist advanced quickly.

The Jazz retreated quickly. Among the chaotic army, Westbrook, who had protruded into a deep position, looked back at the moon and passed it to James who was inserted in the back row.

James took three steps and was about to dunk. Gobert and Bogdanovic covered the sky with their long arms. For the last attack, they must guard the basket.

James flicked around, imitating Morant and twisting his waist, but still had no room to shoot, and then imitating Westbrook, turning his head to look at the moon, and passing to Meng Hua and Melon who were inserted in the back row.

Both of them had top-notch offensive awareness, Meigua ran a little slower, was squeezed by Meng Hua's six relatives, and almost fell down.

Meng Hua took the ball and took three steps from the ground.

Gobert watched James pass back to Meng Hua in the air, and bounced high again after landing.

Enemies are very jealous when they meet each other.

Hate is much more powerful than love.

Gobert felt that he had never jumped so high.

Meng Hua swung the ball back, and the brave wins in a narrow situation. At this time, he can only fight to the end.

Seeing his red eyes, Gobert couldn't help but think of the time he was buckled just now.

Meng Hua also swung the ball in a semicircle, and then smashed the ball into the basket, so when Meng Hua swung the ball back, his giant palm also covered it.

He planned to end the fight before Meng Hua could swing, because at that time his hands hadn't exerted strength.

If you are held down before exerting force, how can you exert force?

How clever!
Gobert felt immense pride at the thought of yet another successful defense.

He was able to win three DPOY because of his unparalleled basketball IQ.

His giant palm was about to touch the ball, and the sound of "snap" was exciting, even more adrenaline-fueled than "papapa".

Huh?
Why is the ball gone?

Bang!
Meng Hua dunked, grabbed the rim with one hand, and the buzzer sounded, but he was 100% sure that the time had not yet come before he dunked.

boom!
Intense physical contact, Gobert was knocked into the air again, flew out of the baseline, and fell to the floor.

Meng Hua landed and pointed domineeringly at Gobert, who had been knocked into the air countless times.

Neither fouled, and it was a battle of aerial power.

The audience suddenly fell silent, and everyone was waiting for the result.

Gobert's head was in a daze, his blood was rushing, and he was temporarily mentally disabled. Until now, he hadn't figured out how Meng Hua dunked the basket.

The slow-motion replay came late, and he stared at the big screen intently, and finally restored the scene that was less than a few tenths of a second.

Meng Hua took three steps, swung his right hand back, and covered Meng Hua with his big hand. Meng Hua circled the ball behind his back, and the ball changed to his left hand. Then he straightened his left arm and dunked successfully.

Who said right-handed players can only dunk with their right hand?
The replay clearly showed that the dunk was effective, and Gobert sat on the ground with his head down.

The audience cheered, and the fans couldn't hold back anymore, waving the towel wildly, and some even smashed it into the field.

Although the referee was returning the watch, it was obviously impossible to complete an attack with the little time left.

The Lakers have won!

After all, the game hasn't really ended yet. In order to save face for the opponent, the Lakers players restrained the urge to celebrate.

After Meng Hua was injured, the Lakers played like a wimp. The fans had already accepted the defeat. They didn't want Meng Hua to return in the fourth quarter, which gave them hope, and he really performed superbly and helped the Lakers win the game.At this moment, they feel that they are the happiest fans.

The harder it is to get, the happier you get.

"Dunk, dunk, this is a left-handed dunk, the Lakers won, won...win...win." Wang Meng's voice filled the entire studio.

The so-called breaking the throat is probably like this.

Yang Yi failed to vent, and Wang Meng vented first, so he couldn't vent after him, so he had to pretend to be calm: "Be normal, be normal, Meng Hua has this strength, don't you also see that the Lakers can win, why are you so excited."

Wang Meng ignored his ridicule and was immersed in the joy of winning: "Meng Hua's combination of man and ball is too good. This ball shows how skilled he is with the ball. He circled the ball behind his back in the air, and then changed to dunk with his left hand. The whole process was smooth and smooth, and the center of gravity of his body was hardly affected."

The clock was returned on the court, and 0.2 seconds were given. The only way to score a goal was to shoot the ball or dunk.

The Jazz didn't pause, even if the ball flew to the frontcourt, facing the defensive players, it was impossible to use this offensive method, which almost declared their death sentence.

The ball was sent out in despair, flew to the frontcourt of the Jazz, and was cut off by James under the basket.

The game is officially over.

The Jazz players walked back to the locker room dejectedly.

How close to victory, how painful it is now.

Those girls in the front row who are gorgeous, can only be left to others.

No one can get on, but they just can't get on.

irritating!

James was interviewed by reporters on the sidelines. Meng Hua was undoubtedly the one who turned the tide. He never hesitated to praise this little brother.

In order to fight back against Gobert, James disclosed Meng Hua's nickname in front of reporters: Iron Egg.

In the locker room of the home team, the three armies smiled. This kind of comeback is more enjoyable than a big victory.

Meng Hua came out of the shower and saw his teammates surrounding Rivers, who was watching the live broadcast of the Jazz's post-game press conference.

A reporter asked Snyder to talk about the feeling of losing.

Snyder looked bleak: "This is a disappointing game. We lost by nearly 30 points in the fourth quarter. I have to go back and watch the video to see what happened."

A Japanese reporter asked Gobert: "Rudy, can you talk about the foul that caused Meng Hua to leave the field injured?"

Gobert coughed dryly: "I don't think I lift my feet really high, but some parts of me are too big, I mean my shoe size, so I don't need to lift too high to reach some people's balls."

He scratched his head, covered his face with his hands, and almost laughed out loud. He lost the game, but he was very proud of kicking his crotch.

He held back his laugh, and said falsely: "Well, it's unfortunate, I hope he's okay, I hope he can still have a baby."

A Huaxia reporter stood up indignantly: "Bichi, this is your quality? You're a scumbag."

Gobert pointed at the reporter and yelled at the on-site staff: "How do you do this kind of garbage, why don't you drive him out?"

The staff were indifferent, the press conference of the away team was over, and it was fine if they couldn't make it.

Subsequently, Vogel and Meng Hua also attended the press conference.

Meng Hua seldom participated in the post-match press conference. Things are rare, and so are people.

Worried that the press conference was too short, the reporter could not even take care of the etiquette, skipped Vogel, and asked Meng Hua directly.

A Chinese female reporter asked first: "Meng Hua, Gobert's action was dirty that time, what do you think?" Tidandan was embarrassed, she used that time instead, Meng Hua must understand anyway.

Seeing her shyness, Meng Hua smiled and said, "Which time?"

The female reporter blushed, "It was that time." She thought to herself, Meng Hua is so smart, how could she not understand.

Meng Hua: "All of Gobert's actions are dirty. If you don't specify which one, how can I reply."

Everyone laughed.

Gobert was also watching the Lakers press conference, shaking his fist and cursing: "Hitter!"

A male reporter said, "It was the time when you were injured and left the field when you were kicked in the crotch."

Meng Hua sneered at the camera a few times.

"He's just a bitch and a softie, so he can only use non-basketball moves. In fact, at that moment, he has already surrendered. I really didn't expect him to surrender so soon."

Seeing Meng Hua talking about his surrender again, Gobert was furious and punched the stool.

In desperation, he forgot that the mobile phone was in his hand, and was smashed to the ground, smashing it to pieces.

Gobert was even more angry, stood up and punched again, and the locker room cabinet was directly smashed.

That night, the Lakers staff took pictures of the poor cabinet, and the Jazz players were directly raped by the Internet.

No one said it was Gobert's doing, so the whole team was violent together.

(End of this chapter)