Chapter 46

Lillard struggled and finally dribbled the ball across half court.

This is a playoff-level defense, but last year's playoffs, he played with ease, maybe it was a finals-level defense.

Meng Hua's rhythm is in sync with his god.No matter how he changes gears, opponents are always on the beat.

It made him uncomfortable.

It's like you are driving and the car in front is not you.

If you go left, he goes left too;
If you go to the right, he also goes to the right.

You speed up to hit him, and he speeds up too;
In a fit of anger, you slam on the brakes and slap the steering wheel wildly, thinking that the world is quiet, but when you look up, he f-cking brakes too.

The hand was not going well today, and he missed several strong three-pointers. Lillard continued to call a screen.

Nan Si's gate was blocked, and this time finally delayed Meng Hua's footsteps.

But Bradley made it up in time and forced him to the sideline. He wanted to pass to Bradley's defending teammates, and the Lakers instantly filled the loophole.

Meng Hua also rushed forward, so he had no choice but to pass to Nance, which was already the last choice of tactics.

Fortunately, Nance was strong and hit a three-pointer.

Lillard breathed a sigh of relief. After holding back for too long underwater, he was finally able to float up to take a breath.

The Lakers attacked, James rushed inside and passed back to Meng Hua.

Meng Hua resolutely blasted out the long-range artillery, hitting a three-pointer on Lillard's head.

This time, it took less than seven seconds to fight back, and Lillard, who had just breathed out, was pushed into the water again.

Lillard continued to attack, this time the Blazers used a double screen.

First, Nance stopped Meng Hua on the right wing, and Meng Hua easily broke the defense and continued to chase Lillard's ass.

Then Powell got stuck in the middle of the top of the arc, Meng Hua made a detour, it was too late.

Lillard has already rushed to the basket, shot against Munch, and got fouled.

He had to fight every ball, exhausting his physical strength, and made one of two free throws.

It's a pity that the team's defense still hasn't improved. James easily rushed to the basket and scored with a rebound.

The team is in a quagmire, and Lillard has nothing to do. He feels that the ball has been confessed.

The Blazers attacked and still chose to cover with the ball.

Little blocked Meng Hua on the right wing, and Meng Hua broke through Little's line of defense and chased after Lillard.

It was already unclear on the court whether he or Lillard was attacking.

The two reached the top of the arc and climbed over the mountain of Nansi successively.

After Nance, the Blazers went to Powell again.

Successive muscle confrontations and short-distance sprints slowed Meng Hua's pace a lot.

After chasing to a 45-degree angle on the left wing, he was almost exhausted.

Lillard slammed on the brakes and stopped firmly.

Meng Hua also wanted to brake, but his feet softened and he fell to his knees.

Lillard adjusted and made a steady three-pointer.

Meng Hua, who was on the ground, tried his best to get up, but he just fell to the ground, so there was no time.

In desperation, he still straightened his body, stretched his right arm forward, and tried his best to interfere with Lillard's shooting.

Swish!
A three-pointer was scored.

"Mad dog, it's really a mad dog, it's deflated." The basketball villain laughed wildly.

"This lying posture is handsome, and the wild dog is eating mud." Meng Erhua added.

Barkley praised sincerely: "The boy's will quality is quite good."

O'Neill followed up: "There is no need to spray this ball, whoever sprays me will be in a hurry."

Smith: "There is no doubt that the Lakers have found a treasure."

Johnson: "Although the defense failed, it was a great defense."

Lillard didn't retreat, and looked at Meng Hua under his feet, feeling inexplicably moved.

What kind of defensive spirit is this? He has already fallen to the ground, even if his hands are twice as long, it is impossible to interfere with shooting.

But his hand was still stretched forward, completely ignoring his awkward posture.

Lillard took a step forward and leaned over to pull Meng Hua up.

Playing all his life, he has never pulled up an opponent on the court.

This is the first time, and it should be the last time.

The audience burst into applause.

This goes beyond basketball itself.

O'Neill exclaimed: "Wow, Lillard actually pulled Meng Hua, who said they smell like gunpowder?"

Barkley said: "There is no doubt that he has the respect of Lillard."

O'Neill: "I'm not used to you not spraying my brother."

Barkley: "Man, I said that his skills are not suitable for the NBA, but I have never criticized his mental quality."

Lillard patted Meng Hua on the shoulder.

After all, he is still an opponent, and this is already the most friendly action he can make.

"Thank you!" Meng Hua was moved and said sincerely, "I just found out from looking at my phone in the locker room that someone is causing trouble. I never said I would blow you up."

Don't expose Lightning Mink in public, he can say it in private.

He intended to explain to Lillard, after all, he showed kindness to him.

Unexpectedly, this directly made Lillard lose his temper.

Lillard didn't score again, and at the end of the third quarter, the score was stretched again.

Throughout the fourth quarter, he did not play again, and finally his scoring was fixed at 18 points.

Not long after the start of the fourth quarter, the point difference came to 26 points.

The Blazers even replaced the other main players, and the Lakers also went to the full bench.

At this point in the game, the players on both sides were basically going through the motions.

James was concentrating on the court, and from time to time he gave orders to his teammates on the court.

It's not easy to be the boss, is it true that his teammates are still playing, and he wants to go straight back to the locker room?
Meng Hua has long been out of his mind. He used to be the most nervous at this time, afraid that he didn't hear the coach call him.

It’s different in the past.

They're all fighting, what's the point?
Neither coach requested a timeout, and the game entered an official timeout.

After Vogel finished his tactics, James said to Meng Hua: "Meng Hua, have you noticed? You are only two rebounds away from a triple-double."

Three pairs?Meng Hua's heart skipped a beat. He was short of two rebounds, so he must take it.

He turned his head and glanced at Vogel, wanting to ask to play, but held back.

There is still time, maybe he will send himself up in a while.

The next time will be even more tormenting for him, hoping that the Blazers will recover some points, but the point difference is getting bigger and bigger.

He walked up to James and said, "LeBron, I want to play, can you tell the coach for me."

Westbrook was puzzled, "Why?"

Meng Hua said embarrassingly, "I'm only two rebounds away from a triple-double."

James nodded: "How many people haven't hit a triple-double in their entire lives, I think Vogel will agree, but you have to tell him yourself, not me."

Say your sister.

Meng Hua turned around and walked towards Vogel: "Coach, I'm two rebounds short of a triple-double. I didn't do it for this stat. I mainly got a triple-double. Many people who doubt me will shut up, and I will be more confident."

Vogel said: "Are you about to have a triple-double? I didn't even notice, so let's play."

It's already garbage time, the beauty of being an adult, why not do it, not to mention that this kid has great potential, and we need to build a good relationship.

Meng Hua appeared again.

Sometimes, want something, but there is nothing.

The ball is clearly close at hand, but it has passed by many times.

Time flies, and there are more than 2 minutes left in the game before he gets his first rebound.

The two sides played a few more rounds, Meng Hua couldn't help becoming impatient, and signaled to his teammates to let him grab a rebound.

Helplessly, it was a chaotic battle, played very fast, and the teammates didn't pay attention. Their focus was to show their strength to Vogel.

The Lakers bench also tensed up, staring wide-eyed, whether he can get another rebound.

The Trail Blazers dribbled the ball outside, and the time was very difficult, but they couldn't violate the 24-second rule.

The Blazers shot, which should be the last shot of the game. Regardless of whether the goal is scored or not, out of respect for the opponent, the Lakers can no longer attack.

"Don't go in, don't go in." Meng Hua on the right side of the basket prayed silently.

The ball bounced off the rim, bounced to the right, then limply bounced to the left and fell.

Standing under the left basket is Bazemore, who is about to reach for the backboard.

Meng Hua shouted, "Mine."

Soaring into the sky, he grabbed this precious rebound from Bazemore.

(End of this chapter)

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