NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 360 The first playoff lore
Meng Hua flew forward and poked Paul's ball between his fingers.

Paul is also a master stealer. At the moment Meng Hua flew, he sensed something was wrong and immediately received the ball.

So although the ball was poked, it didn't fly very far. After two rolls, it happily rolled into Booker's hand.

This was an unexpected ending, because the Suns double-screened, and Rivers, who predicted their offensive tactics, had already blocked Paul.

If he was stupid and slow to react, Booker would not have the space.

But now, Booker, who accidentally picked up the ball, kicked off the ground and made a volley shot.

It's over, it's over.

Rivers yelled in his heart. He was between Booker and the basket. The arc of the ball made it look like a goal.

Swish!
Sure enough, it was a hollow three-pointer.

The score was 112-110.

The audience was silent, and this was the first time the Suns led the Lakers tonight.

Monty said that he wanted to beat the Lakers to silence, and the Suns did it.

With 40 seconds left in the clock, the Lakers will have another chance to attack after attacking one, and they will definitely attack.

There was only one timeout left, and Vogel was useless.

The Suns also knew that the Lakers were going to attack, and the Lakers were double-teaming James on the line.

The rhythm of the Lakers' pick-and-roll was disrupted. After James passed to Westbrook, he ran over to catch the ball.

Westbrook was not greedy for credit, and passed to James hand-in-hand, and even helped him cover for him.

An open is an open, but not in James' rhythm.

Bang!
It's hard.

The iron hit the basket and hurt Vogel's heart.

If this time, the Suns attack successfully, the Lakers will almost certainly go home.

Even if it fails, the Lakers only have a few seconds to make the last attack, and the Suns still have a high probability of winning.

Monty used the last timeout, ready to make up the dying Lakers.

On the Lakers bench, all the soldiers formed a group.

This may be the last few seconds of their season.

Vogel's sharp eyes swept across the crowd, and he waved his hand:
"Are we willing to fail? They are not that strong. We have led the whole game. From now on, don't think about anything and prevent their attack this time."

"Defense."

"Defense."

……

The live DJ also shouted.

All the fans stood up and shouted.

Paul heard the shouts, and killed from the backcourt with the ball.

Meng Hua didn't defend against mad dogs. This kind of defense is more effective if the field is full. At this moment, he is ready to go dormant.

When you have been not making moves, it is also the time when you are going to make moves.

Paul secretly admired him when he saw that he kept half a height difference and was not in a hurry.

How dare you hang around like this.

Meng Hua is not just hanging around, defense is also a gamble, he bet that the Suns will run out of 24 seconds.

Besides, he didn't play all the way. If Paul made a strong shot, he could still maintain a good interference at this distance.

Paul didn't push people too much, kept a certain distance, and guarded the ball vigilantly.

With time finally running out, Paul moves laterally, preparing to space the pass.

Meng Hua rushed towards him like lightning, and slapped him viciously.

beep!
The referee immediately whistled for a foul.

The fans were stunned and didn't understand why he fouled. Isn't it a waste of people to make free throws? Even if there is a foul, it should be done as soon as possible.

There was a smile on James' face.

The Lakers played very gracefully in the fourth quarter, accumulating only 3 fouls in a single quarter, and they didn't need free throws.

Meng Hua fouled at this time, and the sun time was a little nervous.

Said to be nervous, there are still 6 seconds left, Paul's mind is also very clear, otherwise he would not move sideways at this time, and he also estimated that Meng Hua would foul early.

The Suns solved the world's problem of serving the ball from the sideline. Paul received the ball and went inside without stopping.

Meng Hua didn't lose his position, and he didn't fight. If Paul wanted to shoot this ball, he was going to catch him for the last time.

Paul didn't choose to shoot. He was a false pass, and he had already eyeballed Booker before breaking through.

One step, two steps, Paul makes a shot fake, then flicks the ball back covertly into Booker's hands.

The moment he flicked the ball, Meng Hua was as fast as lightning, started with all his strength, and rushed towards Booker.

Rivers did not lose his position, but Meng Hua still rushed up resolutely.

The sun has no time, and Booker can only shoot the ball. Although he is quite far away, it is useless to defend against others.

As for rebounds, James and Nongmei are already under the basket. With their ability to protect the frame, it shouldn't be a big problem.

Meng Hua rushed a step and a half, took off with all his strength, and blocked Booker's shooter.

The difference between the two is quite far, and he can't block the shot at all, but he can scare Booker.

Booker kicked the ground, raised his head and chest in the air, raised his arms, flicked his fingers, and shot resolutely.

This is a big two points, no matter how big it is, I am most afraid of hesitation.

Meng Hua faintly had an ominous omen. Although he was carrying the basket on his back, the ball looked like it was scored.

Bang!
The ball hit the neck of the basket.

Meng Hua strained his ears to listen to the sound of the second hit. Sometimes, after bouncing a few times on the basket, he would still score in the end.

Strange, why is there no sound?He couldn't help but look back.

The referee has suspended the game.

It turned out that the thick eyebrow was grabbing the board with one hand, and requested a timeout at the first time.

With only 6 seconds left, a timeout is necessary to serve the ball in the frontcourt.

At the critical moment, you can't be careless. Vogel took out the tactical board and drew the tactics for everyone. His hands trembled slightly.

This is a tactic in which James catches the ball and attacks the inside.

At the last moment of the decisive battle between the Heat and the Pacers, James once staged this kind of lore.

But this time, even if he scored, he could only enter overtime.

James shook his head, wiped off the tactical board, and said firmly: "I think it should be like this..."

Vogel did not replace Westbrook and Nongmei. Since this is likely to be the last 6 seconds, let's share honor and disgrace together.

The score difference is 2 points, not 3 points, this is his respect for the starter.

He has his last stubbornness and bravery.

The Lakers chose thick eyebrows to serve the sideline ball. He is tall, big, and has a good vision, which can solve the world's problems.

Westbrook is at 45 degrees on the left wing, opening up the defensive space, and it is Paul who defends him.

Meng Hua went from the bottom line to the right wing at 45 degrees, and Claude followed closely.

At the top of the arc, Rivers and James made a cross screen, and James ran to the midfield Logo area to receive the ball.

After a successful serve, Nongmei ran to the right bottom corner and took Ayton away.

At this time, Meng Hua, who was the first to reach 45 degrees to the right, had already run to 45 degrees to the left, and Rivers ran to 45 degrees to the right, trying to open up space for James.

5 seconds, 4 seconds...

James kept shaking, looking for breakthrough space.

Westbrook traveled a long distance, rushed to cover him, and ran back halfway.

Passing by the right wing at 45 degrees, Westbrook blocked Crowder.

Meng Hua activated it, perhaps because he was born with a quick reaction. His instant activation speed has almost no opponents.

He has already run out of the phantom with this ball.

James was still breaking through, changed direction suddenly, pulled the ball back and received it, jumped up and smashed the ball hard at Meng Hua.

As soon as Meng Hua was in the bottom corner, James' ball came, and he actually made an early pass.

If it weren't for this kind of advance, how could people get to the ball?

Meng Hua received the ball.

Kick off.

Raise the arm.

Pull the ball.

It's a perfect arc.

Never sloppy, it's a perfect three.

The ball was in the air, the timer went off, and it was a game-winner.

This is Huaxia's first playoff lore in the NBA.

From Menghua.

The sun went down, and the Lakers held on until Game [-].

They've made it, and no one expected it to be this big.

(End of this chapter)