NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 129

The Lakers attacked, James held the ball on the right wing, his mind spinning at high speed.

Vogel went to Warcraft, the defense was solved, but what about the offense?
Feed the insider and let him single Adams?

Even at the peak, Warcraft is not a good offensive player. Now it is okay to let him bully the small insider, but it is better to single Adams.

Strong against Brooks?

It's only the first quarter now, how can I continue the battery life after the fuel in the tank is exhausted?
Pass it to Westbrook?

It seems to be okay, he is facing Morant, and he should stand up and fight more.

James was about to pass the ball, Meng Hua saw him not moving, thought he was going to play a screen tactic, and ran over to cover him like the wind.

Beautiful block, coquettish roll, don't look at the final shot, this is a textbook pick and roll.

Many years later, this ball has been used by the head coaches of the NCAA, CBA and NBA as a teaching material for explaining pick-and-roll tactics.

Meng Hua appeared like a ghost, and stood on the floor under Brooks' buttocks, without any physical contact with him at all.

James moved laterally to the right, skirting Brooks' defenses and leaving it in a heap of rubbish.

Brooks turned around to move sideways, but just moved a step away, he was blocked by a small mountain.

He had a bad premonition, and while bypassing Meng Hua, he reached out and gave him a secret push.

Meng Hua used his strength to push in the direction he was pushing. With the help of external force, he was outside the three-point line in an instant.

While James was attracting Bain's defense, he opened his eyes in the back of his head and passed back to Meng Hua.

The flat and fast pass fell into Meng Hua's hands.

Bain and Brooks were quite far away, Meng Hua made a decisive decision, mounted his horse with a gun, and shot a three-pointer heroically.

There was no one in front of them, and the Grizzlies had already given up on defense. They didn't want to step on their feet, so there was really no need to rush over.

With backspin, the ball whizzed out and hit Huanglong from the middle.

Swish!
Meng Hua clenched his right fist excitedly, calling out Cao Cao's first or last name.

It was the first time for him to knock down a grizzly bear in this position, and he usually chose to summon Pang Tong from the side.

Ke Fan smiled like a flower, it was a chrysanthemum.

"Mr. Su, you can see that Meng Hua is very excited after scoring the goal. What do you think he has been talking about?"

Su Qun rolled his eyes at him, Xiao Mian, and set me a trap: "I'm not an expert in lip language, I don't know much about this, you often play basketball, you can tell everyone about it."

"I seldom fight now. Like Teacher Su, my knees are bad. Teacher Su, you have a lot of experience, so just talk about it casually."

It doesn't bother me, Su Qun pushed down his glasses, and said solemnly: "It should be thinking about something that can make him excited. A game lasts 48 minutes. It is very important to keep excited."

Ke Fan gave a thumbs up.

It was the Grizzlies' turn to attack, and the difference between the two teams was only 4 points. The DJ began to play music again, hoping to ignite Morant's passion and humiliate Meng Hua severely.

He's a great DJ, he's an avid fan, he's a solid Grizzlies supporter.

When Meng Hua was in the Grizzlies, although he was only the guardian of the drinking fountains, he was a true fan and knew everything about the team.

He even knew that the team was united and Morant was good to the rookie, so he didn't understand why he was leaving.

Of course, the general manager of the Grizzlies would not say that Meng Hua left because of his arrogance.He also has his own difficulties. The team's only advantage is youth. Young players are not a rare commodity in the Grizzlies. He has just played a good game. Why should he be given a formal contract?
Since the general manager didn't tell the truth, in DJ's view, Meng Hua's departure is an act of betrayal.

In fact, he is not the only one who thinks this way. Many Grizzlies fans also think the same way. Apart from their own team, they also care about other teams. Meng Hua played against the sky in the Lakers, and they feel a dull pain in their hearts.

That's why that little boy called Meng Hua a traitor.

In the sound of the music, Morant was full of vigor, and his self-confidence did not diminish because of being blocked by the monster.

Meng Hua waited in full force, his eyes full of awe. It was the monster that blocked Morant just now, not him.

Morant's possession of the ball slowed down, and the ball seemed to be enchanted, falling lazily to the ground and bouncing back awkwardly.

Meng Hua's eyes widened, his toes were digging at the soles of his shoes, and he was ready to start at any time. He knew that it was time for Morant to change his rhythm.

Seeing that Meng Hua didn't bully him to snatch the ball, Morant sighed secretly, it's really difficult to deal with, why didn't he fall for it.

Then the only way to absolutely crush them is with strength.

Morant suddenly crossed the ball vigorously, the ball bounced high, copied the ball with his left hand, stepped straight with his right foot, lowered his center of gravity, exerted strength on his shoulders, and prepared to take the lead.

Meng Hua shifted shape and changed positions, and he also extended his right leg first. He did not seek to confront Morant, and took half a step back to the side.

Morant's shoulders were in the air, he had already used up all his strength, his center of gravity leaned forward, and bullets were ejected forward.

After all, he was walking a curve. Although he was fast, after taking two steps, Meng Hua still stood between him and the basket.

Morant braked and squeaked, the wooden floor suffered [-] points of damage, and the soles of his shoes were scratched.

There was another squeak, and Meng Hua also braked.

I don't know whether it's quick reaction or quick brain, this round, he always seems to be able to predict Morant's thoughts.

Basketball is boring!
Morant suddenly had this idea in his mind, and he was taken aback. He then turned around and shot a jumper.

This time he didn't get a cap, but he didn't score.

This is the first time that Meng Hua has defended him alone. The first two blocks were blocked by him in front, while James and Warcraft blocked them in the back.

This is another offensive and defensive textbook.

Morant was undefeated, he flashed the shot, but he didn't make it.

Meng Hua was not defeated either. He bit Morant tightly, especially the sudden brake that followed, which was a stroke of genius.

James breathed a sigh of relief. The little brother failed to defend in the last few rounds, but he finally managed to defend in some rounds. Moreover, his aggressive close-to-body combat and aggressive biting by mad dogs brought Morant a lot of pressure.

The Lakers attacked, and Brooks followed suit. Relying on his youth and strength, he also bit James on the right wing.

James smiled bitterly, Westbrook with the ball on the left wing, do you have to do this?

Meng Hua at the top of the arc was as fast as lightning, and went sideways to cover Westbrook.

Meng Hua approached Westbrook, the melo in the left bottom corner started, ran to the inside, and took away the defender at the same time.

Meng Hua continued to run, his goal was the bottom corner, and he didn't want to block Morant at all.

With Westbrook's offensive firepower, he doesn't need to cover Morant himself if he wants to break through. What needs to be solved is how to face Adams after the breakthrough.

Bain thought he was going to cover for Westbrook, but he didn't keep up. He was going to switch defenses with Morant.

When he saw Meng Hua flying towards the corner, his expression changed, and he rushed towards the corner like crazy.

He almost started with Westbrook, but Westbrook pressed the pass button to start, and he took his steps.

No matter how fast he is, it is impossible for him to be as fast as the ball.

Halfway through the run, Meng Hua had already made a shot, and the ball flew past him like an airplane.

The plane was flying high and fast, and there was nothing he could do to watch the ball hit the net with precision.

By one point, Jenkins called for a timeout.

(End of this chapter)