NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 319 Winning the Championship in the Playoffs

Roaring with thick eyebrows, he let out a foul breath.

He was a little depressed before, although the goal was only two points, but he was as light as a swallow, flying high, declaring that his state was coming.

Ayton, who didn't believe in evil, went to the inside to gouge him in the next round, and his face was flushed by the thick-browed block.

On the Lakers side, James also played well, continuing to connect with Nongmei, helping Nongmei dominate the penalty area, and once again succeeded in an alley-oop over Ayton's head.

The thick eyebrows received two consecutive empty picks, and the Lakers took the lead by one point. While retreating, they spat trash at Ayton: "Maximum salary, maximum salary."

Hitting people does not slap the face, the dragon has reverse scales, whoever touches it will die.

Ayton's eyes were red, his thick eyebrows were raised under the basket, he opened his hand to receive a pass from Paul, turned around, and scored with a rebound.

Talking trash is a psychological attack, but if it arouses the anger of the enemy, it may not be a good thing.

The most advanced trash talk should weaken the opponent's strength, and it will never improve it.

It's not impossible for thick eyebrows to tease Ayton with a top salary, but in retrospect, you must have the strength to subdue angry opponents, otherwise the loss outweighs the gain.

He said it was fun, but he was slapped in the face on the field.

James sensed something was wrong, and stopped looking for pick-and-rolls with thick eyebrows. What if Ayton, who switched defenses, came to a villain?

How nice to find Monk.

Monk had held back his energy for a long time. He hadn't scored much yet. He rushed to James' side in a hurry, blocked the defender and went down to the basket.

Seeing him ride the dust, James secretly praised him, the young man is really fierce, and he is not afraid of fouls at all.

Here you go, James hits the ground with precision.

Monk received the ball, rushed to the basket, pulled the bar and layup, and was pulled down by Ayton.

Angry Ayton would rather foul than let the Lakers score under the basket.

The ball was committed ferociously, between malicious and ordinary fouls, and the referee gave an ordinary foul.

Monk stood up, squeezed his shoulder, and made one of two free throws.

The two sides tied.

Even if it was a tie, the home fans sent out a tsunami, destroying Ayton and cheering for Monk at the same time.

Ayton continued to ask for a position at the basket, telling himself that I want a maximum salary, and at the same time confronted with a little roughness.

The thick eyebrows were squeezed to the side, and I don't know where this guy got his strength.

Paul continued to deliver shells.

Ayton caught the ball and turned around, another touch.

The thick eyebrows moved sideways, and all the strength gathered on one point, ready to fight with strength.

Meng Hua had taught Rivers this trick, and the thick eyebrows were on the side at the time. After listening to it, he secretly practiced it and thought it was quite effective.

Unexpectedly, Ayton made a fake move, turning again after turning, shaking his thick eyebrows, taking a step forward, ascending to immortality on the ground, and hitting the basket with a heavy hammer.

Bang!
The rim is crumbling, but fortunately Ayton is not violent enough. If it were O'Neal, the rebound would be shattered directly.

Ayton landed on the ground, roaring with thick eyebrows, viciously.

Thick eyebrows touched his nose, ignored him, cursed secretly, mad dog, scored a goal and made you frightened, and will make you look good in a while.

The Lakers attacked, and it was still Monk who stood up and responded.

This time he no longer runs down, there is a mad dog under the basket, he has learned how to behave, a pick-and-roll outside, and a hundred steps beyond the three-point line.

Tired of breaking through, holding the lever in the air and falling wildly, he only drew a foul, and only scored one point when he made two free throws.

The two sides played a response ball to each other, and the rhythm became faster and faster.

It was the Suns' turn to attack again, and Ayton was still grabbing position at the basket.

This time, Nongmei, who was angry in his heart, was unwilling to be beaten like this by him. The two refused to give in to each other in the paint area, fighting for every inch of land.

beep!
The referee finally blew his whistle, and if he didn't control it, people would die.

The referee signaled that both sides had fouled, handed them to the front, and gave a verbal warning, to play ball or to hit someone?

The Suns sent a sideline ball, Paul called Ayton to cover, Ayton faced Munch under the basket, did not jump, raised the ball with one hand to his eyebrows, aimed at the shot, and scored two points lightly.

The defense was so ignored by Ayton, Monk played an unknown fire, and after picking and rolling with James, he stepped on the hot wheels and resolutely went inside.

Dwarf, what do you want, Ayton rose in place, like a mountain, an impassable mountain.

Snapped!
Monk was fanned into a complete confusion.

Meng Hua took the lead, received the ball from Ayton's fan, and rushed to the paint again.

Ayton was a pillar of the sky at the basket and continued to take off.

Meng Hua charged when he didn't have the ball, more like halfway through the charge, someone passed him the ball, and then he rushed towards the penalty area.

With such an approach run, he took off at a very high height, far surpassing Ayton who took off on the spot.

Bang!
Without any suspense, Meng Hua smashed down from the air.

boom!
Without any suspense, Ayton's body couldn't bear this confrontation, and he flew out directly.

Very clean dunk.

Meng Hua landed on the ground, squatting his legs slightly to relieve the pressure, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he swept Ayton who was lying on the ground in a panic.

I'm going crazy, I'm afraid, don't stop me next time, you can't stop me either.

Lakers fans, standing up and applauding, shouting louder and louder.

The voice of the DJ on the scene floated high: "Dunk, shockingly dunk, book the best ball in advance, from No. 95 Meng...Meng...Meng Hua."

Monty asked for a timeout, what else could he do?
Meng Hua's shocking dunk boosted the morale of the Lakers.

After the Suns timed out, this slightly humiliating buckle also inspired them, and the players responded in their own ways.

Booker ran without the ball, received a direct pass from Paul, and made a three-pointer.

Bridges, who was ordered in danger, had a few minutes of rest, and after a pick-and-roll with Paul, also hit a three-pointer.

Ayton, who was severely humiliated, was also under the basket, defending with thick eyebrows, and added two more points with a small throw.

On the other hand, the Lakers' offense has hit iron twice in a row.

After Monk hit the iron, if it was James, it was still the iron.

Seeing that the opponent had an 8-0 spurt, and instead overtook the score, Vogel also requested a timeout.

Smith commented: "This is the experience of the Suns. Many of their players played in the playoffs for the first time last season, but this year they are more mature. Don't say that it's just Ayton being dunked. They will not panic in any situation. The Lakers also played very well. Unfortunately, the two offensive opportunities were not grasped, and the score was drawn."

O'Neal nodded in agreement: "Indeed, your analysis is correct. This is the importance of having a good point guard. This is why they signed a contract worth hundreds of millions of dollars with Paul at such an old age."

Barkley: "Paul can only decide the lower limit of the Suns. Their upper limit depends on Booker, but Booker's situation is not very optimistic so far in the playoffs. It can be described as tepid, which is far from enough."

O'Neal: "It's not enough, but with Meng Hua's defense, I don't think he has any chance. They played a fantastic season, but because the Lakers lost the chain in the regular season and ranked tenth, the two teams met in the first round. They are destined to be eliminated."

Smith: "Shaq, wake up, it's daytime, and your Lakers are 7 points behind."

O'Neal said calmly: "What does that matter? Westbrook will definitely be back. We will witness the Lakers' five tigers win the championship together in the playoffs."

(End of this chapter)