NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 355 Hard, Smart and Accurate
Paul subconsciously looked at the head coach, and Monty spread his hands, signaling him to continue playing the team's established tactics without deliberately adjusting anything.

If you don't adjust, you won't adjust. We are the number one in the league and lead by big scores. There is no reason to be afraid of them.

Paul controlled the ball and passed the half court steadily, and the Suns still played Booker.

A scoring master like Booker has a durable touch. He has just scored a three-pointer, so he must continue to feed him, at least until he hits the iron once.

Booker and Paul exchanged glances, moved coquettishly, and with the help of teammates to cover, they successfully received Paul's pass.

If you want to prevent them from even passing the ball, you need to be several ranks higher than them.

The outside line of Rivers and Meng Hua can only harass as much as possible to prevent Paul from passing the ball comfortably, otherwise Booker will attack when he catches the ball.

Booker caught the ball, but couldn't immediately shoot a jumper, and the pursuers came behind him.

He simply put the ball on the ground, with the same body shape as the ball, floating left and right.

This is a huge test for Rivers, because Booker can go inside and outside, left and right.

As long as you can prevent Booker's first breakthrough, you can basically seal him, because his explosive power is not top-notch.

It's easy to say, ideals are just ideals after all.

Booker made a tentative step, and Rivers, who was overly nervous, lost his center of gravity.

Booker put the ball in the opposite direction. After drifting laterally, he took another step in and made a steady two-pointer.

The defense was originally passive, and Rivers did not lose his position at the beginning, but Booker's footsteps were too realistic, and he thought he could see Booker clearly, but he was calculated instead.

This kind of misjudgment, this kind of being swayed, happens almost every defensive round. The outside line is too difficult to defend, especially the shooter. The defensive player is too nervous. When nervous, it is easy to overreact and take fake moves.

But there is no way, as long as the attacker can take off comfortably, there is almost nothing you can do, even if your bounce speed and reaction are fast enough, you may not be able to prevent it, lightly tap the attacker's wrist, and the referee will call a foul.

The opponent's leader seems to be playing out of form, James sees it in his eyes and worries in his heart.

Westbrook dribbled the ball halfway, James stood up and asked for the ball. At the critical moment, he still wanted to control the ball subconsciously. He had always played like this before.

Occasionally, I don't care, just don't keep asking, Westbrook handed over the ball and stood with both feet watching the ball.

James looked up at the basket. The basket didn't look like the sea, but it looked not small. He didn't know if he could get in.

He took a tentative step, and Bridges didn't budge.

Probe again, still not moving.

The opponent moves laterally very quickly, and it seems that he is going to follow him first, and then other teammates will come up to double-team.

James' eyes also started to discharge, one by one.

Meng Hua seemed to hear a crackling sound. Looking back, James really called for a pick-and-roll again.

The Lakers' pick-and-roll is more casual and not as precise as the Suns. They have to designate who will pick and roll with Paul.

Whoever sees it will come. Anyway, after blocking James, he will use dislocation to kill the opponent. If the pick-and-roller is quick, James will pass the ball occasionally.

But it is generally limited to Monk and Meng Hua.

Meng Hua ran towards James, and Claude chased after him with all his strength, like a big truck rushing up.

He's the kind of player who doesn't start fast, but runs fast on the way.

Aiming at such an idiot like him, Meng Hua slammed on the brakes, turned around 180 degrees, and ran back to the original 45 degree angle of the left wing.

Ashes to ashes, ashes to ashes, whatever came from it will eventually go back to where it came from.

Slip!

Claude braked with all his might, and he tried so hard that the floor and the soles of his shoes sparked.

The ankle exerted force in the opposite direction, and when he turned around, Meng Hua was already in the air.

People are more mad than people.

Why is his movement so light and agile?

At this moment, Claude had doubts about his hard body.

Looking at the tendons on his arms, he sighed: What's the use of being tough?What a coincidence!

What's the use of mere coincidence?Still have to be accurate!

Swish!
Hard, clever and accurate, Meng Hua landed on the ground and blew the barrel of the gun. The pride spread from his hands to his feet, his brain, and his whole body.

He didn't care about scoring this three-pointer, but he used different ways to get rid of it according to the defender.

He also knew that he wanted to do this before, but in actual combat, there is still a big difference between what he thinks in his mind and what he finally does.

Now he feels that this ability seems to have improved, and he can switch his offensive tactics at will.

This is the playoffs, and a team may play seven games in a row, all of which force him to take the initiative to change.

Unless the strength is absolutely crushed, otherwise there is only a dead end.

Generally speaking, young people are better able to adapt to changes, while older people are more rigid in their thinking and more difficult to adapt to.

A rookie like Meng Hua is frantically absorbing knowledge and basketball nutrition. Anyway, it is a blank piece of paper, and he can paint and paint on it.

As for James, Nongmei and others, there are already dense notes on the paper, and there is no place to paint and draw.

Even if there is, they may not be willing to modify it, and they have been very successful along the way. They absolutely believe in their basketball philosophy.

Why amend?

Seeing that Meng Hua had won two dollars in a row, Monty couldn't sit still, and hurriedly called Paul to him, told him carefully, and told Bridges to switch back to defend Meng Hua.

That's the most accurate three-pointer for the Lakers, so don't be careless.

If he makes another 13-of-13 three-pointer, it's a fart.

After being scored two three-pointers in a row, the Suns panicked. This time they still played Booker. At the critical moment, only he and Paul were reliable.

Booker still came out from the bottom line to catch the ball. The Lakers had already prepared for it, and the two attacked.

Booker didn't receive the ball, and Paul was locked by Meng Hua, leaving no room for a breakthrough.

Paul moves laterally, from left to right, he can't walk vertically, he can also go horizontally.

This time it was Ayton who did the pick-and-roll with him.

The Centipede is dead but not stiff, the Suns are determined to pick and roll, and the Lakers can't guard against it.

Ayton went down, Paul's pass was very penetrating, and Ayton, who received the ball, could attack directly without adjustment.

Ayton feinted, and it was this one that bought time for Meng Hua, who switched defenses.

Meng Hua didn't take off and stood firmly in front of him.

Ayton didn't dare to be careless, and immediately turned his back, for fear that the ball would be exposed in front of Meng Hua.

He knew that Meng Hua was quick and Paul had been stabbed by him, so he would never give him a chance to stab himself.

How can others poke him if he is the only one who pushes against others?
Ayton dribbled the ball and squeezed in, but he couldn't squeeze through.

Don't think it's a misplacement, but at this time he is more willing to wear thick eyebrows.

Meng Hua's lower body strength is too strong, he can't take advantage of it at all, and Meng Hua's low center of gravity makes him not used to even dribbling.

Fortunately, Ayton still has a small throw. He received the ball and passed it, making a throw.

Before the ball was shot, O'Neill shook his head, hating iron but not steel.

"This kind of ball has a huge dislocation. You are a center and you still want to avoid Meng Hua?"

Barkley snorted coldly: "Do you think he can hit it? A soft guy with weak lower limbs, how could he beat Meng Hua, only throwing the shot."

Smith made up the knife: "It's not the weakness of the lower limbs, but the weakness of the limbs."

Bang!
Ayton hit the iron with a throw.

(End of this chapter)