NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 87 The Last Attack

In the TNT studio, the commentators were in full swing, discussing who would perform the last shot.

"Without a doubt, LeBron," O'Neal said.

Smith echoed: "I have no problem. The last shot should be taken by the best player on the team."

Barkley said: "Why not choose Meng Hua, the difference is only two points, he has the most advantage in inside singles, and he is not bad at free throws."

Johnson said: "Inside singles, Giannis must defend him, then there is no advantage."

Barkley shook his head: "What are you talking about, Giannis was defended by him in the fourth quarter and only scored two points."

Smith said: "Indeed, if Meng Hua hadn't been troubled by fouls in the third quarter, this game would not have been like this."

O'Neal said with a smile: "Meng Hua is definitely not selected, he hasn't adapted to the NBA yet."

Johnson asked: "Will LeBron take the three-pointer?"

Barkley said: "LeBron holds the ball, and the Bucks don't dare to double-team. Meng Hua can mention the up-line screen. If Giannis can also be blocked, James will rush inside and score like a bag."

Smith said: "Bu Shuai is not a fool, Giannis will definitely guard the basket."

When the timeout expires, both players return to the court.

The Lakers really played the tactics Barkley said.

Meng Hua went up to cover, and James rushed inside, but Meng Hua didn't completely block Antetokounmpo.

Brother Antetokounmpo is a ghost, Meng Hua stepped up to cover, he first pretended to keep up, then took a step back, turned around and went back to the basket to wait for the rabbit.

James rushed in, with a domineering look on his face, and turned on the killing mode with all his strength.

God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha;
Heaven blocks me, blows away with one punch;

Letters block me...

Then give it a try!

Ace against ace.

The two exchanged fire violently in the air, staying in the air longer than anyone else.

James couldn't get out of the shooting space. Before landing, he made a high toss. After the ball hit the board, it swished twice in the ring and bounced out again.

Edens's shorts were about to be torn apart by herself, and her heart that was jumping outside finally came back.

Before the time came, her heart jumped out again.

You push and squeeze under the basket, wishing to hug into a ball, fragrant and beautiful.

Among the crowd, Meng Hua, who was not good at speaking, jumped up first.

Allen's hands were like water snakes, tightly wrapped around his waist: Don't go, guest officer!

Running out of time, Meng Hua instinctively stretched out his long arms in desperation, stabbing with his consonant finger.

The ball was poked hard by him and flew high to the basket.

The red light is on!

The buzzer followed with a sharp sound.

competition is over.

Everyone, hoping the ball goes in, hoping it doesn't go in, looks over the rim.

Edens and her girlfriend's mouths opened and closed as the ball bounced over the rim.

The home fans clenched their fists as if they could keep the ball out of the basket with all their force.

On the Bucks bench, George Hill closed his eyes excitedly, silently praying that the ball would not go in.

Brother Antetokounmpo fell to the ground, looking back impatiently, his heart was pounding.

James also stared at the ball, calling out in his heart: "Overtime, overtime."

On the contrary, Meng Hua is the calmest. Of course he also hopes to score.

If he gets in, he is a hero. If he doesn't get in, it's James' softie at a critical moment that leads to the loss.

So he wasn't under a lot of pressure.

The ball bounced three times on the rim and finally went in reluctantly.

So exciting!
The Lakers' substitutes were worried before they were happy, and their emotions were like a roller coaster. They rushed into the court to celebrate the tie and enter overtime.

Meng Hua was also very happy, but he was a bit pretentious and wanted to keep a low profile. After all, he hadn't won the game yet, but his teammates clapped their hands and bumped their chests, so he had no choice but to blend into the happy atmosphere.

He looked at the red-haired woman in sunglasses, and said in his heart, thank you, I have lived up to your love.

She stood up gracefully, looked around, and sat down gracefully.

In the Tencent live broadcast room, the screen was full of bullet screens, all praising Meng Hua.

Su Qun was also very excited and said incoherently: "I can imagine Meng Hua playing well, but I never expected him to play so well. His consciousness is definitely the top in the NBA. To be honest, I don't want him to stay with the Lakers."

Wang Meng added: "Yeah, just to wipe James' ass. The boss of the Lakers must be James. It's only natural for Meng Hua to play well. If he doesn't play well, he may be blamed. The Lakers pay a lot of attention, which is a great test for Meng Hua's psychology."

Xiao Qi's beautiful eyes are still full of disbelief: "Oh my God, how did the ball... make up for it? Brother Hua is amazing. I hope he can continue to be amazing in overtime."

Nets training facility.

Du Xiaoshuai shrugged: "Oh, it's overtime."

Ou Shenxian continued to sneer: "James is here? It's not because of that Chinese guy. If I singled out Antetokounmpo, I would definitely score this goal. There is no better player than me singled out."

Du Xiaoshuai sneered in his heart, in order not to destroy the unity of the team, he refrained from replying to him.

The bearded man on the side said: "What about the organization? Is there anyone better than you?"

Ou Shenxian pondered for a long time, scratched his head and said, "We are similar, each has its own merits."

The bearded man regretted a bit, why did he leave the Rockets and came to the Nets, and changed the subject: "Brother Antetokounmpo is tall and long, don't be careless, this Chinese guy is also good at defense, I really want to play against him right away."

Ou Shenxian said: "When we fight the Lakers, I should be the one to teach him a lesson. Don't take it."

Bearded man: "..."

Du Xiaoshuai: "..."

In the Bucks camp, Budenholzer is hurrying up and cheering up his generals.

This kind of victory that is about to be won is tied by a dramatic tip-up at the last moment, and players are prone to depression.

"It's luck that they can tie the score, and luck will not always be on their side."

"Allen, you did a good job in the last defense, stick to it, hug him when you have to, and do everything you can."

"We are the overall champions. We stepped on many corpses all the way up the mountain. They are afraid of us."

"Let's fight, heroes of Milwaukee."

Bu Shuai's words completely burned the blood of the Bucks soldiers.

The bright lights reflected on the two championship banners, arousing their infinite strength.

Overtime started, Antetokounmpo jumped the ball, and the Bucks went first.

Every round counts, and the cheers of the fans can be heard for miles.

If the score gap is large, they don't have such passion.

But now it is a draw, and they feel that every call can help the team.

Most people can be very positive when every effort yields immediate results.

Let you play the game, every time you work hard to pass the level, you will feel a sense of accomplishment, and you will not feel tired after playing all night.

Let you study and do a hundred questions without knowing whether your grades will improve, and you will feel sleepy at nine o'clock.

The main players of the two teams have almost played the fourth quarter, their physical strength has already been exhausted, and they are all gritting their teeth to support.

In such a situation, the hit rate is destined not to be high.

In the middle of frequent strikes, 2 minutes passed, and the Bucks led the Lakers 3-2.

Meng Hua desperately grabbed two offensive rebounds, but failed to convert them into points in the end.

His feet seemed to be filled with lead, and his breathing began to be difficult.

He gritted his teeth against Brother Antetokounmpo, doing what he had learned in his life.

Antetokounmpo didn't have much to do. He made two big mid-range shots, both of which were iron shots.

It was an ugly overtime.

Two minutes passed quickly, and the two teams tied at 2-5.

Last 1 minutes!

(End of this chapter)