NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 252 McCollum Outburst
When the fans scolded the black whistle, Smith angrily accused James of carrying the double standard to the end.

Hayes elbowed Meng Hua. He thought it was a good shot. It's normal to have physical contact when playing basketball. Don't you want to be like a woman who can't be touched?
The referee ignored it, and James elbowed Hayes in retaliation. He felt that James was irrational and would expand the situation, standing on the moral high ground and pointing fingers at him.

Fortunately, it was an elbow from James. If it were Meng Hua's elbow, he would probably be sprayed to death by him.

Smith finished scolding James in one go, and said to O and Ba: "Now it's your turn, I know you must defend James."

He made it sound as if he was generous and gave way to the two of them everywhere. The key point was that he had the upper hand. O'Neill and Barkley couldn't reply for a while. Whether they defended or not, they both lost this round.

Meng Hua made a three-pointer and the Lakers overtook by one point. Willie Green did not ask for a timeout. He believed that his men would stand up.

It was the first time the Pelicans trailed tonight, and McCollum had the ball, it was an important possession, and he had the confidence to hit it.

Since entering the league in 2013, he has never missed the playoffs.

After two rookie seasons, he hasn't averaged less than 20 points per game since his third year.

The backcourt duo composed of him and Lillard, in terms of offensive firepower alone, does not lose to any backcourt combination in the league.

Leaving Lillard and arriving at the Pelicans, he played more and more monsters, and his average assists and scoring points both soared. When the playing time was almost the same, this was because his offense was more reasonable and his shooting percentage increased significantly.

This is McCollum at its best, point guard wasn't his original position, but he fits in seamlessly.

He stared with confident little eyes, made a fake move, followed by a crotch dribble, easily shook off Westbrook, and rushed to the Lakers paint area.

With thick eyebrows covering the sky and long arms, he made a throw and scored two points freely, regaining the lead for the team.

Vogel looked at the panting James and Westbrook, and suddenly had the urge to call a timeout, but he still held back.

In the third quarter, the Lakers were often unable to break through the physical bottleneck, resulting in the failure of crossing the catastrophe and habitual collapse. However, this quarter has been played so far, and there seems to be no such sign. There is no reason to call a timeout.

James held the ball at the top of the arc, staring at Ingram with bloodthirsty eyes.

It's time to start the full Zhan mode. After all, in the first two quarters, he played more healthy basketball than Wiggins.

He scored 8 points in the first quarter, 5 points in the second quarter, and has yet to score in the third quarter.

After more than two quarters of matchups and getting used to James' rhythm, Ingram can't help but feel that James is really old, and he is completely different from his state when he was in the Lakers.

"Le Tie, what about your strength?"

He sprayed James many times, and James responded weakly, so he continued to output.

James' pupils contracted sharply, and then quickly enlarged, and sharp eyes shot out, sharp and sharp, like a biting cold wind, suddenly so strange.

Ingram's heart trembled, feeling countless ice shot into his body, and his hair stood on end.

At this moment, the terrifying gaze flashed, the figure swayed, and James blew past him like a cold wind.

Ingram didn't chase back, and for a split second, he lost momentum.

No teammate was in front of him, and no one could stop James, who was rushing forward with all his strength. Varan wisely got out of the way so as not to become a background board.

The Lakers went ahead by one point again, still in the third quarter, but the suffocating atmosphere was already in the air.

Meng Hua walked past the midfield, the fat man who sprayed him at any time, staring at the score on the big screen, had forgotten to greet him.

So impolite!

The score was tight, and Ingram was still thinking about how to break through James' defense. McCollum had already killed half of the court with the ball.

He pretended to look back, commanded Ingram to move, turned around suddenly, and rushed from the left to break through Westbrook.

Wei Shao was too sincere, he didn't want his opponent to be so cunning, and he didn't talk about martial arts, so he turned his head and continued to chase, ready to give him a big hat for chasing him.

McCollum braked suddenly, trying to jam Westbrook with his butt pouted.

Westbrook, who was chasing with all his strength, was caught off guard and pushed forward, and the two chased after each other.

Westbrook felt nauseous for no reason, and was about to bend over and vomit, only to see the opponent start it and insert right into the penalty area.

He didn't care about throwing up, he strode his feet forward and ran to the right.

As soon as he took a step, he knew he had hit the trick. McCollum made a feint and was already outside the three-point line.

His three-pointer is his weapon, 40% of the three-pointers, there is no reason not to shoot more?

McCollum shot a three-pointer with a perfect arc. He didn't let go of his shooting hand, keeping his wrist pressed and stretched extremely.

He needed a little pretense, it would put him in a better mood and get him used to the louder gunfire.

Even if it's a cannon shot by yourself.

Vogel finally couldn't bear it anymore, got up and called a timeout.

Adjust, must adjust.

In Los Angeles, the Clippers players laughed together, and the laughter contained endless mockery of Westbrook.

After the laughter, there was a heated discussion about the Lakers' defense.

"Is McCollum so good? He played with ease, it was too easy."

"Hehe, it also depends on who is defending. Playing against elementary school students, who will not be easy?"

"I crossed Westbrook like crossing the road in the early morning. I thought I was good. I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"It's not just Westbrook's defense that's bad, their entire team's defense is terrible."

"That Chinese guy is okay." Someone knows a hero with insight.

"Is there? I don't think so."

George stood up to object, he is not a goblin, he is a general, the objection is effective.

In the Lakers halftime, Vogel drew a tactical map.

Usually he draws his own, but tonight he drew the other party's.

Defense, defense, and only defense.

He didn't understand why his players couldn't react to the opponent's simple attack, like a piece of wood.

"Understood?" Vogel asked loudly after drawing the opponent's offensive tactics.

No nods, no one!
Vogel wiped off the board and continued to draw, slowly this time.

"Understood? Those who don't understand, don't play for a while, let those who understand go up and play first. Without defense, our season will end here."

Finally someone nodded. It was James, all alone.

Do you want to fight five?Vogel rubbed his face vigorously, and handed the pen to James: "LeBron, come and tell everyone."

James wiped off the tactical board, closed his eyes and meditated. His memory is very good, he is indeed a super brain, and he highly restored the tactics drawn by Vogel.

"That's it, do you understand?"

"Understood." Nong Mei nodded first.

"Understood." The others said in unison.

Vogel frowned, isn't this exactly the same as what I said?

It is exactly the same.

Does it make any difference whether you are serious or not in class?

(End of this chapter)