NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 303 Give me fack balls, I will kill them
Is it because the fans just watched the live broadcast and didn't understand the situation, so they scolded Meng Hua?

Do not!
Smith was also scolding, but he didn't directly say the word trash.

He didn't save face for Meng Hua, but for O'Neill.

Of course, Meng Hua didn't need him to save face, no matter how loud he was on the show, Meng Hua wouldn't watch his show or pay attention to him.

There is a face-to-face clamor!
Smith said: "Meng Hua shouldn't, his performance was too bad, and he couldn't even protect the defensive rebounds."

O'Neal said disdainfully: "Didn't you see that he wanted to defend Booker? Otherwise, McGee could grab it?"

Barkley expressed solidarity with O'Neill: "Are you saying he performed poorly with just one ball, are you deliberately igniting the fight? Then you say who performed well on the field, but Paul has been blocked by him twice, and he was cowed by defense."

Undeniable, Smith had no choice but to say: "You can continue to like what you like, but please allow others to hate him."

This logic is perfect, no matter what you are fighting for, you can apply it.

O'Neal wanted to slap him in the face: "We're talking about whether he plays well, not whether he likes it or not. If he doesn't play well, tell me why Vogel wants him to defend the opponent's offensive sharp knives."

Smith continued to fight: "It's strange, why can't I think he played badly?"

Barkley laughed and said: "Take out the data, you can still say that the data does not represent everything, so you win."

Westbrook holds the ball, James wants to play off the ball, and overlaps with Meng Hua in his running position.

Both reacted quickly, trying to screen for each other, which eventually turned into a cross-screen.

Westbrook played the ball, but it was not James, but Meng Hua.

Meng Hua raised his hand and waved, watching Booker fly out of bounds, showing a satisfied smile, took off again, and shot a three-pointer successfully.

Meng Hua cheered amid deafening boos.

Before the game, he made a bet with Rivers to see who would make a three-pointer first.

He won, and it was the Lakers' first three-pointer of the night.

After a brief cheer, Meng Hua continued to compete with Paul. He didn't forget to defend like Westbrook.

The Suns played high, Paul continued to feed Ayton under the basket, Ayton attracted thick eyebrows to defend, and passed the ball to McGee.

In front of Rivers, McGee was a giant, and he dunked again. After the dunk, he didn't forget to challenge Rivers.

Arrogance has a price.

The Suns are twin towers, and they can attack the inside aggressively, but they can't defend against the Lakers' five juniors.

Rivers used his footsteps to trick McGee into taking off, and succeeded in a sneak attack at the basket.

Paul took possession of the ball and continued to send shells to the basket, this time he went directly to McGee.

McGee lived up to the trust of his coach and teammates, and seemed to know that O'Neal was waiting to see his jokes. He fought bravely and dunked again.

Seeing that McGee dunked three times in a row, Smith said, "Shaq, what do you think about McGee's strength?"

"It's not worth mentioning." O'Neill didn't flinch.

"Three dunks, one person propped up the Suns' offense, you actually said it was worthless, and then I said Meng Hua, you said I targeted him, you are a big double standard."

"Did he create his own opportunities? That's not because his teammates distracted him from the defense. And who did he defend?" O'Neal said disdainfully.

While the two were talking, McGee was once again broken by Rivers, leaping high under the basket, but did not slap Rivers.

O'Neal seized the opportunity: "Look, that's it, who can he guard against?"

Barkley smiled and said, "I can guard against myself."

While the three were joking around, Meng Hua and Paul fought again.

Paul was very dissatisfied with Meng Hua's close press. He thought that this kind of ball could not be broken anyway. Meng Hua has always been like this, which is too disrespectful to him.

No matter where Meng Hua cares about him, sticking to you is the greatest respect.

Back and forth, coupled with trash talking, the two gradually became enemies.

Paul continued to hang to McGee, hate for hate, McGee beat Rivers easily, and it should be played like this.

Meng Hua quickly double-teamed McGee, and hit McGee who had a good head-on with his back. Unexpectedly, Meng Hua's move, the ball was cut and flew.

The ball rolled to the elbow area, and Meng Hua and Paul bent over to fight for the first time.

No one has control of the ball, and the ball continues to roll beyond the three-point line.

Meng Huahe pounced, fell to the ground and got the ball, turned around and gave the ball to Westbrook immediately.

Paul also came up to him, but couldn't stop, he raised his foot and stepped over his shoulder. At this moment, his foot suddenly exerted force, speeding up and across Meng Hua's face.

Meng Hua caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, and when there was no time left, he relaxed his body and lay flat, narrowly avoiding the toe of Paul's shoe.

James' eyes were burning, and when he saw Paul, he asked angrily: "This is a hurtful move, what are you doing?"

Paul glanced at him, and replied angrily: "Is it hurt? I deliberately scared him. If I really want to kick him, will I not be able to kick him?"

Seems to be the reason, James kept silent, walked to the front court, halfway there, he walked back.

The thick eyebrows in the frontcourt scored.

In the TNT studio, everyone watched Paul's scene, but no one questioned it.

It seems that Meng Hua's face is too handsome to attract all this.

Don't say that the referee didn't see it, even if he saw him, he wouldn't blow it. After all, Paul attempted it, and you can't prove that he did it on purpose.

Even Meng Hua couldn't confirm it, maybe he was afraid of hurting himself, so that he could take a bigger step.

The two continued to fight, and Paul's physical strength was gradually exhausted. Even if he was called to cover him, he was very panting. After all, he was at the age of Uncle Meng Hua.

Fortunately, Paul can also catch fish, pass the ball to Booker, and stand aside to watch the show.

Booker is so powerful that he has nowhere to use it, and soon contributed a wonderful breakthrough.

Vogel saw that Paul's speed was a bit slowed down, so he continued to change formations, taking down James and the thick eyebrow coefficient, and replacing them with the super mini death five in which they recovered the score in the previous game.

He wants to fight against the twin towers of the sun with the ultimate five small.

If you play inside, you will get two points, and you may make a mistake. I will shoot a three-pointer and kill you.

From the first position to the fifth position on the field are Westbrook, Monk, Rivers, Meng Hua and Tucker.

Monty was stunned. The last time the opponent was like this, it was because the score was behind and he had no choice but to jump over the wall.

But this time, they are ahead, so they play like this?

The Lakers are like soldiers who got up from the trenches, shouting to charge, and their bodies are really charging.

They rushed to the enemy's position like a tide, they were like locusts, and they were everywhere in the mountains and fields.

Westbrook charged with blowing the trumpet, charging himself while blowing, leading his teammates, and killing the Sun position with corpses strewn all over the field.

First there was a pick-and-roll between Monk and Westbrook, and Monk cut outside to receive a pass from Westbrook and hit a three-pointer.

Sun Booker returned with a big two points.

Then Westbrook came by himself, seeing that the Suns had completely emptied himself, he had no choice but to shoot a three-pointer.

People are refreshed on happy events, and they are also happy.

This time Booker's response hit the iron.

The Lakers continued their efforts, Tucker withstood Ayton inside, turned around and made a ecstasy jumper, and hit it again.

Ayton was furious, covering the sky with his long arms, trying to hold the ball inside, pushed Tucker away, and dunked back.

"Give me the fack ball, and I'll kill them." Ayton rarely asked for the ball.

He spoke too late, the first quarter was over.

(End of this chapter)