NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 84 Playing ball or punching?

At the beginning of the fourth quarter, players from both sides played.

Vogel looked at Budenholzer, who also looked at him, smiling at each other.

The two chose by coincidence,

dead……

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main force.

The Bucks want to go all out, continue to expand the score, and win the Lakers.

The Lakers are fighting to the death, intending to recover the score as soon as possible.

Whether it's Wang Zha or the three of spades, this hand is equal to a draw, a draw.

Then it depends on the performance of the players on the field.

Antetokounmpo holds the ball and uses their most accustomed routines to attack.

Standing in front of him was Meng Hua.

The man who once embarrassed him.

This moment, that moment.

The Antetokounmpo tank cleared the way, pushed directly, and it was only seven or eight meters to the basket, and it took two turns of the track to get there.

Meng Hua fought and retreated, keeping a distance from the cover. He didn't believe that Antetokounmpo had no psychological shadow.

Not this time!
Alphabet dominates the basket, and he has long forgotten that someone has blocked him. He squeezed Meng Hua away in two steps, staggered himself, raised his right arm, and threw the ball.

Meng Hua, who was pushed away, stood still and tried his best to block the opponent's shot.

A high mountain rises from the ground and lies across the fingertips of letters and baskets.

Alphabet has already made a shot, the ball bypassed the opponent's fingertips, bounced six times on the basket unbelievably, and came out of the basket.

One commentator almost choked to death with six "oh" in a row.

For this ball, Meng Hua jumped very high, and suddenly pulled up in the confrontation.

The fans who witnessed at the scene couldn't help exclaiming:

"My God, number 95 jumped higher than the letters."

"Did he touch the ball with his finger?"

"Horst should trade him to our team."

Warcraft on the bench was shocked. With the amazing jumping ability of the young man, he won't even need himself for the alley-oop in the future.

James protected the rebound and signaled his teammates to pass halftime quickly, and the score was behind, so they should speed up the pace.

When the ball was in Meng Hua's hands, Allen pressed close to him, scratching and scratching.

Meng Hua leaned in, Shenlong swung its tail, turned left and hit the board.

Allen rushed forward, his dog's paws fluttered, and he felt lonely.

Swish!
A solid two points.

Still behind by 11 points, Meng Hua clenched his fist and cheered for himself.

The red-haired woman in sunglasses blew the horn at him: "Meng Hua, come on!"

Meng Hua finally responded to her and bowed to her.

Enduring until now, it's not that he is ruthless, but that he was really scared by that Watanabe fan.

What if the hot face is pasted and the other party swears half of the country?
Respond, the other party takes advantage;
If you don't respond, the other party will still take advantage.

Sure lose!
The Bucks attacked, Holiday held the ball in a high position, and looked like a mouse.

He has this talent.

He wanted to pass to his elder brother, but Meng Hua was in a good position, worried that the ball would be broken, so he took a dribble and passed to Portis who mentioned a high position.

The letter went down, Middleton came from the bottom line, as if to give him cover, Meng Hua and Monk were on the verge of a big enemy.

Middleton was a false screen. After getting rid of Munch, Qingqi sneaked into the basket.

Portis, with sharp eyes and quick hands, raised his hands and passed the ball to him.

This is the high position support of the center, and Portis rarely does this. Because of this, the ball caught James by surprise.

The soldiers are strong and the enemy is still empty. Middleton leaned forward and dunked.

After finishing the dunk action, his hand grasped the basket inertially.

But there is no ball in the net.

Seeing that it was a false cover, Meng Hua activated it instantly, chasing after his butt to defend and complete the block.

It's not so much a block as a steal. As soon as Middleton raised his arm to dunk, the ball flew away.

Meng Hua landed the ball with one hand and hit it to James.

James took a big stride and rushed to the enemy's backcourt. Seeing that Antetokounmpo was not there, he directly took off and dunked.

The Bucks players under the basket gave up defense directly.

He was right, in the face of heavenly soldiers and generals, mortals would get 2+1 with their hands.

The point difference finally reached single digits, and the Bucks players panicked a little, of course they would hint to themselves, don't panic.

Passing by Edens and her best friend, the best friend smiled and said, "Meng Hua, you are flying so high, it's a foul."

Meng Hua's tough performance had already conquered her, so she just searched his information on her mobile phone.

Reaching out his hand not to hit the smiling face, Meng Hua replied with a smile: "No double fly, no foul."

The best friend laughed, leaning forward and backward, not angry at all, but very useful.

Many beauties are like this, if you don't flirt with her, she will get angry, and you will look down on me.

If you flirt with her, she will still be angry, like a hooligan.

You tease her without treating her like a human being.

Hey, she is happy.

How can others sleep soundly on the side of the couch!

Brother Antetokounmpo's face was ashen. Although he couldn't hear what they were saying, he faintly saw a stag running in the endless green prairie.

Seeing this, Meng Hua was secretly delighted that this was his deer-cutting knife.

There is no blood on the knife, the light of the knife is like a rainbow, the blade is crystal clear, and the blood does not stain.

There is absolutely no knife in the world that is as sharp as a deer-cutting knife.

Brother Antetokounmpo wanted the ball, his feet were spread wide, his hands were raised high, his anger was written on his face, and he came out majestic.

The air has been consumed by anger, and what remains is the suffocating smell.

The teammates obviously felt the anger and consciously dispersed after giving him the ball.

You gods fight, don't let us suffer again.

Brother Antetokounmpo made a big change of direction in front of his body, switched to dribbling with his left hand, and moved forward with his right hand, summoning the Greek mythical beast, pushing with all his strength.

The so-called hands and feet, his feet were not idle, and he took big strides that could talk nonsense, ready to step forward on the enemy's corpse.

The wind of the fist was rustling, Meng Hua retracted his abdomen and dodged sideways, and did not avoid the right hand of the letter, but he took off more than half of the thrust and was not affected much.

He was slightly startled, playing ball or punching?

Alphabet has passed him, ready to dunk.

Fortunately, when he dodged the heavy punch, he happened to be facing the opponent.

Want to hit me?
Meng Hua Meteor chased the moon, jumped up obliquely, and opened his long hand like a ruler in the air.

Antetokounmpo in front of him bent his knees and prepared to take off. He raised his arms, thinking happily about how to dunk.

With his height and wingspan, dunking is like drinking water.

As soon as he unfolded his figure, he was pressed straight by Meng Hua behind him.

Blocking is not just about bouncing, awareness and reaction are also crucial.

For this ball, Meng Hua waited in the air, like a gecko, secretly sticking to the wall.

Brother Antetokounmpo is the little mosquito who didn't know. He thought he had pushed Meng Hua away, but he didn't know that when his opponent dodged, he turned sideways by coincidence and was ready to block the shot.

Snapped!
When the enemies met, they were extremely jealous, Meng Hua strengthened his palm, and fiercely sacrificed the powerful Vajra Palm.

As soon as Alphabet bent his knees and kicked the ground, before the soles of his feet left the ground, his center of gravity was slightly tilted backwards, but Meng Hua forced him to take three steps back.

beep!
Meng Hua held his head, then spread his hands and looked at the referee with a puzzled face.

Five committed!Damn, how do you play this ball?
Seeing Meng Hua holding his head and spreading his hands, the Lakers left the bench.

They cursed one after another, and everyone knows one or two home whistles. After all, we also have home games, so bear with it.

This nima's blatant black whistle is still aimed at Hua, who can bear it.

(End of this chapter)