NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 343 Every Ball Matters

Meng Hua also broke the record for three-pointers in the playoffs before, making 13 of 13 shots, and everyone disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Wang Meng and Yang Yi, who are full of enthusiasm and want to brag, are really boring.

It's not just boring, they were optimistic about Meng Hua before, and Meng Hua was also very strong, which made them feel that their vision was invincible.

Now that the Lakers have lost two games in a row, Meng Hua's performance is mediocre, and there is no performance data in this game. Faced with Meng Hei's accusations and ridicule, the two can't sit still.

Not to defend Meng Hua, but to prove himself, to prove that his vision is not bad.

Westbrook stepped on the Hot Wheels and assaulted the basket.

The ball was so bold and resolute that Westbrook made a sudden move. Vogel applauded secretly, but Yang Yi didn't look good. He clicked his tongue and said, "Westbrook's single-minded problem will not change. This ball is just good luck. If it is passed back to Meng Hua, wouldn't it be a big open space?"

"Yes." Wang Meng quickly agreed.

Rivers ran out of the open space and was about to shoot when Wang Meng jerked.

"Meng Hua is empty, pass the ball, alas, the players of the Lakers are too poisonous."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a "shua", and Rivers made a hollow three-pointer into the net.

Wang Meng snorted coldly: "Is it a good goal to score? The teammates are in a better position. There is no need to force the shot. It is better not to score this ball, so that he can recognize himself. Otherwise, it is not good for the Lakers to always shoot like this."

"Yes." Yang Yi reciprocated.

James hit the iron with a three-pointer, and Yang Yi sneered. He didn't speak this time, but with his frivolous expression, everyone knew what he wanted to express.

Meng Hua finally had a chance to get the ball, the two were very excited, and their eyes finally shone.

Just when they were about to seal the gods with words, there was a bang on Meng Hua's iron.

It's fine if it's an ordinary strike, but the ball is still a bit big, and the lingering sound is lingering.

I gave you a chance and you are useless.

Wang Meng and Yang Yi had never hated Meng Hua as much as they did now, and for a moment they even wondered whether they should fall into Meng Hei's arms.

Meng Hua is too weak. Could it be that he hit the rookie wall in the playoffs?

The two looked at each other, and it was Wang Meng who came to find the next step.

"It's just a goal. I hope Meng Hua will not be affected. His efforts on the defensive end are obvious to all. Otherwise, Vogel would not have left him on the court."

Yang Yi provided fire support: "I have been running hard there, but I can't get the ball. Suddenly I get one and I have to throw it in. Meng Hua is not a god."

"Oh, the Lakers play like this, leaving Meng Hua, the team's highest three-point shooter, unintelligible, incomprehensible." Wang Meng climbed down the steps.

The two teams played faster and faster on the field, and in a blink of an eye there were two more rounds of iron fighting.

This time it's Paul and Booker's turn to face James and Big Eyebrows.

These two rounds finally made Yang Yi and Wang Meng feel more comfortable.

It's not that Meng Hua can't do it, you can see that both Nongmei and James have struck iron.

Still not convinced, you see Paul and Booker have also struck iron.

The two sides dispatched troops and generals, and they used the five small ones at the same time.

Ayton, who was abandoned, looked livid, and seemed a little dissatisfied with Monty's arrangement.

He scored the first two goals in the opening game. He thought that if the Suns insisted on beating him, they could carve out a world, so why use Wuxiao.

When Monty saw that he had objections, he was also angry. Your sister, she has thicker eyebrows than you, and her life is precious, so she doesn't mind being replaced, so why don't you drag me.

But he is the head coach, so in order not to affect the stability and unity of the team, he had no choice but to hold back.

The thick eyebrows are actually very upset, and they are angry with Vogel, but he is more convinced by James, and after switching to the Lakers, he won a championship under Vogel, so it is not easy to openly criticize him.

Even if he said a thousand words and ten thousand words, he himself was not sure.

If he has three points, the team will not be in trouble;
If he had a three-pointer, how could Vogel put him on the bench at this time.

Westbrook is still on the court.

People are more mad than people.

There was even a whirlwind of quick fights on the field, with an average of 14 seconds to experience an offense and a defense.

It was the Lakers who broke the deadlock first.

Westbrook held the ball and when he was sitting on Paul, the ball didn't protect well and was stabbed by Paul.

The problem is not big.

Westbrook catches up to the ball, catches a glimpse of James cutting inside, hits the ground, and the ball goes by.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Paul abandoned Westbrook to double-team James.

James used the cover of his teammates to bypass Claude, but there was still Johnson in front of him, and Paul's dragon claws behind his butt were ready to grab it at any time.

Reading the defense from the corner of the eye, Rivers was ambushing in the right bottom corner, but Booker only took a small step towards the basket, and Rivers' shooting space was not very good.

Booker is in the bottom right corner, Crowder has just been screened by himself, Paul is behind, Johnson is in front of him, what about Bridges?

James couldn't see Bridges, but he knew that Bridges should defend Meng Hua in the left corner.

So he stops the ball, turns and faces the perimeter, and makes a pass to Westbrook.

It is impossible for a defensive master like Bridges not to block the holes left by his teammates.

Sure enough, I saw a yellow shadow rushing from the bottom line to the left wing at 45 degrees.

James picked a pass with his left hand, passed the ball high, and rushed to the left bottom corner.

There, Meng Hua was indeed fishing for Han Jiangxue alone.

I was fishing in order not to fish.

With a loud roar, Meng Hua threw away his bamboo hat and fishing rod, his whole body swelled up several inches, but he reached out with the big hand holding the sun and the moon, and caught the ball firmly.

Jump off the ground.

No matter how fast Bridges is, it is impossible to have the ball fast, watching Meng Hua make a jump shot.

Meng Hua has already missed an open three-pointer and will never miss the second.

Swish!
The Lakers scored a goal and took the lead in breaking the deadlock.

This kind of ball is also considered a key ball.

The two teams have not scored for a long time and hit the iron frequently. The one who stands up and changes the situation is the hero.

The home fans were almost suffocated. The two teams shot in seven seconds and none scored. At this moment, Meng Hua scored a goal, and the energy exploded instantly.

In the Tencent studio, Yang Yi and Wang Meng also vented their anger.

In fact, no one in the studio cares about them at all, and those who gossip about them comment on their Weibo.

But they feel that the whole world is against them, so they also need to vent at this moment.

In the TNT studio, O'Neill was triumphant.

"Some people are generally powerful in ordinary times, but super powerful in critical moments. This is the temperament of a superstar.

"I am such a person, usually I am not accurate in free throws, but I can score key shots.

"Meng Hua is also like this. The more critical the moment is, he becomes tougher. Look at how many key goals he has scored in the Lakers."

"Is this ball considered a key ball?" Smith was quite dissatisfied.

"Well, why doesn't it count?" O'Neill pondered for a while, and then said, "It doesn't have to be the last goal. It is very important to improve the team's morale when this kind of goal is scored."

Barkley supported O'Neal: "Yes, you can see how excited the Lakers are on the court."

While the two were talking, Paul quickly dribbled the ball across the half court, and with Claude's cover, he succeeded in singles.

Smith spread his hands: "The Lakers scored a key goal, and Paul responded strongly. According to this logic, every ball is critical."

(End of this chapter)