NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 122

James Flying Dragon is in the sky, chasing Morant.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Meng Hua caught Morant and grabbed the falling basketball.

Uh...

Uh...

Uh...

The home fans booed bursts of protest against James and Meng Hua two-on-one.

What's the matter with the loud voice, I don't care, he stopped passing James, and dribbled the ball for halftime.

His dribbling is already at the B-level level, crossing in front of the body, dribbling under the crotch, and behind the back, all kinds of fancy tricks.

He can't confront the fans openly, so he vents silently on the ball, and let them see that he is no longer the guardian of the drinking fountain back then.

Although the presence of the Grizzlies is low, no one puts up a sign to welcome him home.

But after all, he is the youngest Mr. Triple-Double in history, and he feels good about himself.

There are talented people from generation to generation. For a rookie like him who can score, assist teammates, and grab rebounds, who else is there?

In the middle circle, there was a little Caucasian boy in the front row, still in his father's arms, pointing at Meng Hua with his little finger, and shouting, "Traitor."

His voice was so penetrating that it hit Meng Hua's eardrums directly. His father hastily stretched out his big black hand and covered his small mouth to stop his impolite behavior.

The damage had already been done, and Meng Hua received [-] critical hits.

He doesn't care about his skills, but he can't bear to be criticized for his loyalty.

And this is just a child, he would scold him like this, which means that he is often said to be a traitor.

Thinking of this, he felt a thorn in his heart, which he couldn't get rid of.

James dealt the card at the top of the arc, Meng Hua's mind went blank, and he mechanically stepped forward to cover.

James thought he would take it apart, just like usual training, seeing him standing still, James brushed past Bane, who was moving in the opposite direction, and went straight to the basket in three steps from the right.

This ball caught the Grizzlies by surprise. They thought that Meng Hua would dismantle them, and they were preparing to switch defenses infinitely.

He stood still, but interfered with the Grizzlies' defensive rhythm.

Adams on the left slapped his horse and rushed back to the basket. It was too late, so he had to watch James make a low layup and hit the board successfully.

"Hua, smart, what a clever play." James, who scored the goal, was overjoyed and praised Meng Hua.

Tactics are dead, people are alive.

No matter how good the tactics are, if you keep fighting, the power will be greatly reduced.

Being able to read the opponent's defense and quickly adjust the offensive method is already a veteran.

Meng Hua scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed. He scored a goal and did everything right. I was actually a little distracted just now.

Morant played singles with the ball on the left wing, his teammates set a screen, and the defender in front of him became Monk.

It's useless to change anyone. Morant keeps starting and braking, with plenty of power, and his feet are stepping in small steps, just like an electric motor chug.

Munch, who was shaken by him and lost his center of gravity, sat down on the ground decadently, his eyes full of despair.

After Morant jumped, his figure rose from the ground, flying out of the sky, and he dunked with both hands on the flat basket.

Applause, cheers, whistle, the sound is sweet.

For Meng Hua, this was extremely harsh.

No one from the Lakers blocked the last push, even if it was a show.

They didn't even have anyone to help defend at the basket, so they let Morant ravage them.

What about the center forward?
Adams has no range, James, can't you let him go?
Vogel changed his move, took Monk and replaced Tucker.

The offensive scene was taken away by Meng Hua, Munch was a little uncomfortable, and Morant was sap again when he switched defenses, staying on the court would only have negative effects.

The Lakers' offense is still the pick-and-roll of Meng Hua and James.

Meng Hua demolished it quickly, but Brooks had already taken precautions. He stood in front of Meng Hua like an iron tower, black and hard.

Before the game, against Brooks, Vogel specifically confessed to Meng Hua that he should have more physical contact with him when defending to consume his energy.

Since the big strategy is to consume him, he can also be consumed in the offense.

Meng Hua put the ball to the left, made a lateral move, shot the ball forward, and passed Brooks in one step.

He seldom passes others, this ball is like playing Durant, mainly because of surprise.

Because of the surprise, there was an empty city in front of him, Meng Hua jumped high, and returned Morant's two-handed basket.

There is a gap in the bounce, he can't do dunks with a flat basket, but he wins because he is fast enough, especially when he passed Brooks in the first step, which is very entertaining.

This time, not only Melon, but even Munch, who was depressed with his head down, jumped up from the bench to cheer for his teammates.

Brooks is a bit uneasy. He is a scumbag off the court, but on the court he is an excellent teammate and a top 3D player.

Losing face, he must get it back. When he came to the frontcourt, he used his strength to block Meng Hua.

Meng Hua couldn't wish for it. Vogel asked him to face Brooks, and defending the opponent was the second priority. He must consume his energy to clear the way for James' offense.

The two began to push each other on a small scale from outside the three-point line, and intensified inside.

Brooks was secretly startled, this kid has improved too fast.

Not to mention anything else, the strength of the lower body alone is really amazing.

You know, 20 days ago, in the team training match, the two faced off, and he pouted his butt casually, and Meng Hua flew out.

But now, he had exerted all his breastfeeding strength, pushing and arching, but Meng Hua's feet remained motionless.

He couldn't get rid of the space, and Morant, who wanted to let him play, had to find another way to attack. The engine hesitated, and the attack ended in iron.

Adams slapped the ball with his long arm, and before the Lakers got the rebound, he slapped the ball out of the three-point line.

That's the style of the Grizzlies.

Compared with other strong teams, their shooting level is average, but their ability to grab offensive rebounds is first-rate.

The ball was slapped into the hands of Jackson, who was actively retreating. Taking advantage of the Lakers defenders in a daze, he directly pulled up on the spot and hit a three-pointer with a jumper.

This kind of ball, with his height, even if he doesn't jump, the Lakers have nothing to do.

The Lakers play the five juniors, without Davis, and the lineup is already short. Others' fifth juniors, all five of them are capable of three-pointers, so they don't necessarily have to be short.

The Lakers are now the real five juniors. Except for James, the rest of the team are all about 190 tall.

Meng Hua really hopes to have a big center. In fact, Warcraft is in good condition and is also very active in training.

It's not to say that he must be the starter. At certain moments, it is still feasible to appropriately increase the role of Warcraft according to the opponent's lineup.

It's a pity that Vogel doesn't think so.

Neither James nor Westbrook had any objections, so he naturally didn't dare to say anything.

Perhaps seeing the height difference, Vogel replaced Bradley with Melon.

James held the ball on the left wing and instructed Meng Hua to come over and cover.

Meng Hua came up from the bottom line, and after a fake move, he quickly returned to the bottom line.

James went in the opposite direction of the screen, catching his opponent by surprise.

Bain, who was defending Melon, came over and flanked his teammates.

What James wants is his pincer, a back pass, and hit the ground to Melo who just came on the field.

The ball was passed just right, and the 03 Super Platinum Generation connected again.

Melon catches and shoots, but it's a pity that he hit the iron.

Sometimes it is like this, the tactics are played out, and it is quite exciting.

It's a pity that the fancy is not useful, the ball is not made, and everything is wrong.

Adams grabbed the rebound and made a long pass to Morant who ran to the middle circle at the first time.

Morant received the ball, accelerated and accelerated, and scored the ball against Tucker.

Additional penalty!

(End of this chapter)