NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 77

Meng Hua was like a bright mirror in his heart. After capping the ball, he lowered his head to find the landing position.

As expected, the black feet came up.

He spread his legs further apart, and at the same time his hands were on the line, ready to hug Allen at any time.

If Allen moves his feet at the last moment, he will hug him and keep his feet off the ground, depending on how you pad them.

Allen's acting skills are very good. He was looking at the basket. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Meng Hua falling to the ground and his feet were not stepped on. He was slightly disappointed.

After all, this is a technical job and requires hard work.

An article was published first by the "Langge" official account, and Huzi caught up and updated the official account: "Look up and shoot Xiaoxiao, look down for a footstep".

In the article, Huzi exhausted Allen's black history, and qualified netizens flooded into Allen's social platform account.

After the game, Allen watched the comments for two hours, and then cried for another two hours, deeply repenting for his dirty actions.

Westbrook likes to mention a rebound, he grabs the rebound, but it is by no means a good defensive option.

As a backcourt, the most important thing for him is to keep up with the opponent's perimeter.

If Holiday rushes for the rebound and he comes in to protect it, that's fine.

But Holiday is ambushing outside the three-point line, and his three-point shooting percentage is nearly 40%.

No one will tell Westbrook that his choice is wrong.

He has his way of playing, he is the all-time triple-double king.

Before he played, people once thought that the ancient god Oscar Robertson's triple-double season was an unattainable record.

But Westbrook did it, and triple-doubles for three consecutive seasons.

He took the triple-double off the pedestal, and for a long time, players who got triple-doubles stopped celebrating.

It's like we worship Go geniuses, but after being ruthlessly defeated by AlphaGo, even if the chess player wins the first place in the world, he will no longer have the same fanaticism as before.

In the long history of the NBA for more than 70 years, Westbrook's record is astonishing.

Unfortunately, data cannot represent victory.

Therefore, many people say that Westbrook is a brush, which is not unreasonable.

Winner and loser, Yu Yuyong, who won 73 victories back then, was once cornered by Megatron and God of Death Du.

In the next three games, if the god of death played against the sky, the ending was completely different.

The Thunder didn't make it to the end. They were later dismantled, and the double juniors became single juniors.

They were dismantled once before, and the third youngest became the second youngest. This is the tragedy of a small club. After entering the finals, their lineup has been subtracted every year.

Wei Shao came to the front field with one dragon, and the eighteen palms of the dragon descended to clear the way. Wherever he passed, not a blade of grass grew.

In the end, he blew up the performance, dunking the ball heavily on the neck of the basket and hitting the iron fancy.

Westbrook landed, the excitement on his face turned into capitalized embarrassment, and he ran back to the half court to defend.

The Bucks breathed a sigh of relief when they were not attacked by the opponent, and Bu Shuai, who stood up and wanted to call a timeout, sat down again.

Middleton dribbled the ball. He didn't play much today. He borrowed letters as a cover and wanted to enter the penalty area from the bottom line.

Meng Hua, who switched defenses, steals with ghost hands, taking advantage of the moment his ball is exposed, and pokes the ball out of the baseline.

The Bucks sent a sideline ball, and Alphabet opened his hand for the ball on the right side of the penalty area.

Seeing Meng Hua's pressing approach, Huo Ledi hesitated a little.

At this moment, Westbrook, who was defending him, stepped forward to double-team the letter.

Westbrook's idea is very good. Anyway, Holiday is serving from the baseline, which is tantamount to a useless person. Why defend him.

Alphabet raised his arms high. In front of him, Westbrook and Meng Hua were both tiny.

Holiday threw the ball high.

Alphabet didn't catch the ball at all, and he cleverly returned the ball to Holiday.

Holiday caught the ball and turned right, hit the basket with one step, and was about to dunk when he took off.

Hugh was in a frenzy, behind him, Meng Hua also took off.

Snapped!
Holledi was unprepared, and was under the hat of Sturdy, staggered to the ground, and sat down on his buttocks.

Meng Hua predicted the opponent's pass, the letter stretched out his hand, kicked his foot on the ground, and when he reached out, he had already turned around and started.

"Strike!" The red-haired woman in sunglasses danced, not caring about the disgusted eyes from the audience around her.

James, who grabbed the ball, didn't care about attacking, he squinted at the red-haired girl, and then at Meng Hua, feeling envious in his heart.

James dribbled to the frontcourt and cooperated with Meng Hua on the football field. After catching the ball, he went straight to Huanglong and dunked successfully before the letters were blocked.

The point difference widened to six points, and the faces of the Bucks players could not see whether they were in a hurry, but the fans gradually lost their patience.

They can accept the home team losing, but falling behind in this way, they cannot accept it.

In the small ball era, even if the Lakers players killed them with three-pointers, they could bear it.

But now, the Lakers don't have thick eyebrows, and they only scored a three-pointer, but they exploded them in the interior offense and defense.

This caused the fans to be proud of the inside psychological advantage, falling apart.

It also made them more anxious. The opponent's three-pointer is accurate, and they can comfort themselves that the opponent's hand feeling in the next game may not be against the sky.

In the small ball era, the long-range artillery of league players has become more and more accurate. Following the trend of the times, everyone must make changes, including centers.

Because none of the league's centers has low post lethality.

They may have a good touch, such as Yao Ming and Boshen, who can accurately shoot mid-range shots, but inside, their ability to draw fouls is too poor.

Their scoring efficiency is even far inferior to the long-distance Ku Ritian.

If the Sharks and Dameng were at their peak, if they didn't blow the whistle or sympathy whistle, the opponent would be sent off no matter how many ordinary insiders hoarded.

There is only one ending for the five dead children, and they die by themselves.

But the Sharks are geniuses after all, they come out once in a few decades, and Curry can get close by working hard to train his shots.

So more and more teams, after the success of the Warriors, followed the example of the Warriors and played small balls.

Holiday holds the ball, but he still gives the ball to Alphabet.

Alphabet hit Meng Hua three times in singles, was blocked twice, and won one free throw by the home whistle. He began to seek changes.

On the court, it will indeed be like this. At a certain moment, the player's ability will be possessed by gods in a short period of time.

Obviously he can't jump that high, but in a certain jump, he may surpass his peak and hit his head on the basket.

Obviously the shots were not accurate, but after certain shots, he could pretend to celebrate like Bird.

For the last shot, in his eyes, everyone else was in slow motion.

Players playing in this state can only temporarily avoid their edge.

So Alphabet is still singles, but he cleverly called Holiday up to cover.

Meng Hua twisted his body, passed through Holledi, and chased after the letters.

Alphabet continued to call for cover and seek support. This time it was Middleton who came up to cover.

After two consecutive blocks, the Lakers were forced to switch defenses, and Monk stood in front of Alphabet.

Monk is about the same height as Meng Hua, but his wingspan is much worse. In front of him, Alphabet must do whatever he wants.

So although Meng Hua was blocked, he turned around and took a step inside, ready to defend at any time.

Sure enough, the letter came in, and Munch was not completely out of position. He had tried his best when his strength, speed, height and wingspan were all at a loss.

Alphabet Bird Chuanlin, he knew there would be a supplementary defense, probably Meng Hua, but he was fearless.

He rushed up like a high-speed train, nothing could stop him.

Meng Hua couldn't stop him, no one in the world could stop him.

Alphabet rushed over, raised his arm and was about to fill the basket.

It can't be done from the front, but it can be done from the back.

Two figures, one in front and one behind, appeared near the basket.

Meng Hua's hand firmly pressed the ball in Brother Antetokounmpo's hand.

Nice hat!

Meng Hua's whereabouts, a round buttocks, waiting directly below.

After his hand fought against the letter's hand, he was taken by him, and his body lost his balance.

If he was pushed again by this butt and fell down, he must be seriously injured.

Before the game, he reported the game with the team reporter. The headline he used was whether the Lakers could get out of the game. He finally understood why there was no need to win or lose.

Not only high and low, but also life and death!
(End of this chapter)