NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 164 Artistic Movement

James led the team alone, still brave, he is the Iron King Kong.

The opponent's boss stabilized him in a historical position.

In this game, he was already full of motivation.

Not to mention, as the Lion King, he felt the challenge of another lion, which made him even more energetic, and ravaged the Hornets' basket again and again.

Fortunately, Rozier and Hayward also played super-burning performances. After the first quarter, the Hornets were only 5 points behind.

Both James and Meng Hua performed against the sky, but the team is only so far ahead, which makes Vogel feel uneasy.

He looked at Meng Hua and gave instructions: "Hua, you will go up and play pick-and-roll with LeBron more later. This is the foundation of our tactics, don't lose it."

As soon as James heard it, he immediately picked up the drink to soak up water, and shook his feet happily.

If I want to play a pick-and-roll, I have to run first. Doesn't that mean showing weakness first?Wo Cao, you're pulling the strings.

Meng Hua rolled his eyes and said, "I have no problem with any tactics, but the commander on the field must give clear instructions."

James stopped shaking his feet and put down his glass silently.

The teammates looked at Meng Hua in surprise, not understanding why he didn't step down to Vogel's level.

The second quarter started soon, Vogel did not change, and James still led the team.

He was racking his brains to figure out how to stagger the game time between James and Meng Hua.

Stimulated, James started the playoffs mode and killed the Quartet.

Green bamboo snake mouth, wasp tail needle.

The three goals were not on the court, but the Hornets played team basketball instead. The five of them worked together, stinging stingers in all directions, and surrounded James.

James holds the ball, three-pointers, and breaks through;
James back hits, moves, and dunks.

The omnipotent James, he is too comprehensive and has repeatedly hit good shots.

If you have to pick out his shortcomings, it is defense, and his defense has no sense of suffocation.

When people get old, their legs get old first.

With old arms and old legs, he no longer dares to stick to his opponent, even if the opponent is Hayward.

With three goals moving his hands and feet on the sidelines, Vogel glanced at the time, and there were exactly 8 minutes left. He waved his hand and went up and down five times.

The five players on the Lakers field are Westbrook, Meng Hua, Melon, Tucker and Warcraft. They changed their tactics and stopped playing the dead five.

And the five people just now were Bradley, Monk, Rivers, Johnson and James, playing the dead five.

During the period when James led the team, he played for about 4 minutes in total, and received a lot of applause, but it was useless, and the score did not open.

No matter how much you shoot the Logo three-pointer, you can't score more than a shot a millimeter from the three-point line.

No matter how hard you dunk with a tomahawk, it is no different from taking two points lightly at the basket.

The front ones are more inspirational and morale-boosting, but only useful if you can translate those into successful defenses.

With three goals in hand, Meng Hua was already in front of him.

When the enemy met, he was extremely jealous.

Off the court, always cheer yourself up with three goals, don't be afraid of him, and play reasonable tactics.

But on the field, the opponent in front of him put on a look of bayonet fighting at any time, and the opponent's eyes turned into sharp arrows, hitting the most vulnerable part of his heart.

Only at this moment did he realize that the defense system he had constructed by chanting "Don't be afraid of him" for nearly 10 minutes collapsed in an instant.

Possession is boring.

All kinds of crossing and changing directions, all kinds of dazzling fake moves are actually meaningless.

Thinking like this for three goals, he passed the ball to his teammates and prepared to play without the ball.

Soon he felt again.

Shooting is no fun.

It's meaningless to run back and forth without thinking, affecting the team's screens, just to catch and shoot.

Three balls stopped.

Offensive is boring!
Seeing that the three balls did not move, Rozier seemed to give up the ball, and the more he played, the happier he was, and he shot a three-pointer successfully.

The Lakers are attacking, Westbrook is holding the ball, and James is not there, so he has to be Megatron.

Westbrook hit Rozier on his back, digging in step by step.

Meng Hua was cruising around the bottom corner, making fake movements with his shoulders, pretending to start a run.

The three balls were nervous, and he kept shaking his shoulders along with him.

For more than ten seconds, Meng Hua didn't start running.

what happened?

Sanqiu couldn't help turning his head quickly, and glanced behind him.

At this moment, Meng Hua shot toward the inside line like a rocket fired sideways.

Looking back after three goals, the figure disappeared, and he hurriedly ran to the inside.

Even if he doesn't look back at his teammates, he can't catch up with the ball, let alone look back.

Westbrook hit the ground backwards and passed it to Meng Hua very covertly, and Rozier didn't even respond.

Meng Hua received the ball, went through the basket and made a counter-basket on the opposite side.

The three goals who wanted to chase the big hat landed in disappointment.Meng Hua looked at him and said coldly, "I'll dunk you later."

The three-goal look was muran, and he didn't even spray back. He only attacked and defended, and he was completely suppressed by the opponent again.

Defense is boring!
He realized in his heart that defense is boring and offense is boring, so isn't basketball boring, so why should I stay on the court?

He looked to the sidelines, where his father was pumping his fists hard to cheer him on.

"Father didn't give up. Why should I give up? The difficulty is temporary, so I don't believe I can't beat you once."

Teammates raised the screen, and the three balls were pulled horizontally. After all, he is an excellent player, knowing that he is being suppressed, and his movements cannot be sloppy.

No matter how bad you are, you can still prevent me from shooting a three-pointer?

Three balls were shot, and the ball rushed to the basket.

He secretly prayed: Come in, come in, please.

The ball father is also praying: God, you let him shoot, I don't care about him and his girlfriend anymore.

This kind of prayer is similar to China's praying to God and worshiping Buddha.

Guanshiyin Bodhisattva is often not free, and the same is true for God who has to meet the Bull Demon King from time to time.

Bang!
Crisp and short sound of iron striking.

In any case, Sanqiu knows to pray to God, and his mentality has changed positively.

Seeing his son's repeated deflation, Dad Qiu was very anxious, and rushed to the court and shouted: "Son, come on, beat this Huaxia dog."

Sanqiu glanced at his father in disgust, I just scolded him for being a Huaxia dog, so don't make trouble.

Hearing him scolding Meng Hua, Talia put her hand around her mouth like a trumpet, and shouted at Meng Hua: "Meng Hua, come on, let's blow it up... blow up the puppy."

After chanting, she suddenly felt very upset. The incompetent son still took a look at his father's proclamation.

My mother, I am so loud, you are so deaf.

No, it should be that he focused all his attention on the field and didn't hear it.

When I entered the scene, I often couldn't hear the surrounding voices.

A woman is at her most dangerous when she begins to deceive herself.

Seeing that Meng Hua had done a good job of training the three balls, Westbrook wanted to go one step further, so he simply took off his underpants.

After passing the midfield, he passed the ball directly to Meng Hua, then sank to the bottom line, and didn't want to catch him.

Teammates understood, scattered like birds and beasts, and watched with akimbo.

There are some things that are enjoyable to watch others do.

Meng Hua held the ball with his left hand and compared it with his right hand above his head, as if he was showing tactics with his teammates.

But his gestures, none of his teammates could understand.

Meng Hua nodded frequently, his gaze shifted from far to near.

He also touched the ball with his right hand, pulled it out suddenly, and sent it diagonally downward, as if he was going to pass to the ground.

Sanqiu had been staring at his eyes for a long time. Of course he couldn't see the image in his eyes clearly, but he deduced that someone must be running over.

So he believed it was a pass, and he lowered his weight, swung his hand, and wanted to steal it.

Meng Hua didn't play the ball at all, it was a fake move.

The gaze is a fake, and the pass is a fake.

He dribbled the ball in the opposite direction, pulled out the shooting space, and raised his hand to shoot a three-pointer.

He doesn't want to go down to the basket anymore, there are too many people and too crowded, and he feels very good in three-pointers, so let's kill the opponent like this.

Swish!
The shells were precisely blasted in the sky above the hornet, and the flames burned into the sky.

Snapped!
A loud slap hit Sanqiu in the face.

He had been beaten to the point of hallucinations.

He was the best rookie last year, but he was actually trained by this year's undrafted pick.

With a strong psychological gap, he wanted to give up again.

It's not that he doesn't work hard, but he is really restrained everywhere and stretched.

When encountering difficulties, excellent people tend to give up more easily than ordinary people.

Maybe a person is excellent, but he is used to evasion and opportunism, but he has a smooth journey, not really excellent.

Ball was already about to give up, but this was a game, so he glanced in the direction of the boss and the coach.

Alas, let's make up for it first.

In the next attack, he didn't catch the ball for three goals, he ran desperately, the wind whistling behind his head, he ran faster and faster, the more he ran, the more he felt, just because of this, he didn't have to think about anything.

Meng Hua didn't know what he was going to do, so he could only chase after him.

Not to mention, it's a good choice to run without the ball and exhaust the opposing players.

Although three balls will make him tired, but his mentality has collapsed. This can also consume Meng Hua's physical strength, which is a big profit for him.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have thought that the two opposing players who had suffered a lot and had a deep hatred were not competing in basketball skills on the basketball court, but in running.

Seeing that the three goals were running blindly on the offensive end, not a running tactic at all, Borrego was furious and was about to replace him, but when he saw that Meng Hua was like a headless chicken behind him, he changed his mind again.

Huaxia's defense, all three goals are entangled in death, can others break it?
Jordan was also dumbfounded, looking at Borrego from time to time.

As the boss, he is afraid of affecting the head coach. He doesn't care about the team's skills, tactics and training, but he still thinks he has a pair of discerning eyes.

Ball running like this, is he really playing?
Just as Jordan was about to lose his temper, he caught a glimpse of Meng Hua chasing after Ball, running tirelessly, his eyes full of longing.

He lost his confidence, no, if Ball was not running tactics, Meng Hua would not chase like this, then it seems that this is really tactics, because I am behind the times.

After the game, a reporter asked Jordan: Mr. Michael, Ball had a lot of abnormal runs tonight. How do you comment?
Jordan must support Ball: Oh, those runs are very good, some of them can be called state-of-the-art.

He also couldn't understand the running position, what else could it be except a work of art designed by a genius?
Jordan said that he is an artistic move, who else would say that he is not good?

Everyone says it is a work of art, who would doubt it?

Questioning is not the same as saying that one's vision is not good.

Many years later, this artistic movement was called ball movement.

There's been a lot of interest in this run.

It's obviously useless, but how can it be done, let the opponent's best defensive player follow you around.

Four minutes passed quickly. Meng Hua scored three three-pointers, made a reverse basket, and had a dunk. He easily scored 4 points.

His opponent has three goals and is also very good.

Although the score was a duck's egg, he was very tenacious and dragged Meng Hua down on the offensive end. In such an artistic running with constant speed changes, the two of them consumed at least five kilometers of running energy.

(End of this chapter)