NBA: A three-point experience card at the beginning

Wang Yi hit 7 three-pointers in a row, closing the gap to only 8 points.

At this time, he had already scored 45 points.

The Lakers assistant coach held a tablet and said to Wang Yi with a smile on his face:

"Congratulations, Wang, you have scored 45 points."

The Lakers players once again burst into excitement.

Caruso put his arm around Wang Yi's shoulders and patted his chest:

"You are so envious of me. When will I be able to cut 40 points? But brother, if you try harder and cut 50 points, it will be called an explosion."

Although Xiao Hei was still a little reluctant, he still said:

"Congratulations."

Kuzma handed Wang Yi a bottle of water and said:

"King, there is still more than one quarter left, you will definitely be able to score 50."

But at this time, the head coach poured cold water on these players:

"Wang, you don't have to play later. Come on Tucker instead."

The players who had expressed congratulations to Wang Yi before were stunned.

He looked at the head coach in surprise.

Wang Yi feels piping hot as if it had just been fried out of a frying pan.

And when the Jazz made a smooth three-pointer, Wang Yi almost single-handedly narrowed the point difference to 8 points.

At this time, we should strike while the iron is hot and let Wang Yi continue to play.

Why do you want to put him on the bench instead?

But what surprised these players was that Wang Yi did not object at all.

He just nodded and said, "Yeah."

Coach Vogel watched Wang Yi gulp down water.

I know that this is due to the lack of oxygen caused by strenuous exercise at the plateau, and the water contains oxygen.

Drinking plenty of water can relieve symptoms of hypoxia.

He explained with some concern:

"Wang just ran a lot and took a lot of three-pointers, which consumed too much physical energy. If he continues to play now, the consequences may be serious."

When the young players heard this, they looked at Wang Yi.

His face turned pale and his chest heaved violently.

Huffing and puffing, panting like a camel in the desert.

He finished one bottle of water, then opened the next bottle and drank it gurglingly.

They know that athletes cannot drink too much water during games.

But Wang Yi already had symptoms of hypoxia at this time, which could only be relieved by drinking water.

Otherwise, you will have to take oxygen.

Taking oxygen during a game will be ridiculed by some people.

Especially in the devil's home stadium of the Jazz, he will be ridiculed as a patient and a dying person.

This hasn't happened before.

They were all a little silent.

Wang Yi was desperately trying to drag the team forward, but they had to give up strategically and drag Wang Yi into the quagmire.

Although this is the coach's intention, it is also for the sake of the overall situation.

But they still feel a little ashamed.

They looked at the coach again.

But the coach had no intention of fighting this game.

Look at James and those veterans again.

They are all veteran players in the league.

They know how to protect themselves during the regular season and prevent their bodies from being overly consumed.

They have no intention of winning this game.

This puts young players in a dilemma.

At the same time, I feel a little sorry for Wang Yi.

Caruso couldn't help but sit next to Wang Yi and asked:

"King, is it worth it?"

"Hoo-ho-ho-"

Wang Yi gasped for breath.

After a while, I wiped my sweat with a towel.

He looked towards the thousands of spectators in the stands opposite.

An eager desire began to appear on his tired face.

"I want to...conquer the devil's home court."

This sentence is said very plainly.

But very determined.

Caruso was so determined that his blood boiled.

He glanced at the coach's position and said to Wang Yi:

"But the coach..."

"I don't care what others think...I play...just to win!"

Wang Yi replied while gasping.

The blood in Caruso's chest began to boil gradually.

After a moment, his eyes became firm.

Putting his right hand on Wang Yi's shoulder, he solemnly said:

"Brother, let me help you."

Wang Yi turned to look at Caruso and nodded.

Basketball is a sport for five people.

No matter how strong he is, he can't defeat the iron-blooded Jazz at the Devil's home court.

He needs help from other teammates.

So when the Lakers took the field again, Caruso played very tough.

First, he scored a three-pointer on the offensive end.

Then when Harrell missed the attack, he dunked directly.

Of course, his offensive ability is average.

His main role is his enthusiasm on the defensive end.

At this time, he was clinging to Mitchell and giving Mitchell a tough physical confrontation.

Although in these few minutes, he has already committed two more fouls.

But his tough physical confrontation still made Mitchell uncomfortable.

The Jazz's two major strengths are Gobert sitting off the court and Mitchell playing so uncomfortable.

As a result, the Jazz's offense was not so smooth.

These young players on the Lakers court saw Wang Yi working so hard before and Caruso working so hard again.

All of them were somewhat moved by it.

Harrell's fiery temper was even more unbearable.

After he hit a dunk, he shook his fist violently and roared to the sky.

Then he turned around and shouted to several other Lakers players:

"Wang hit 7 three-pointers in a row and has scored 45 points. He may even score 50 points. What are we waiting for? Do we want to ruin his 50-point night?"

"How many 50-point nights does a player have in his five lifetimes? Are you going to tolerate that when he recalls his 50-point nights in the future, the final outcome will be a loss?"

"Can you bear it?!"

On the Lakers court, these young players seemed to have a glimmer of light in their confused eyes.

They looked at Wang Yi, who was sitting on the bench on the sidelines, his face as pale as paper, sweat pouring from his head, and his hair looking like it had just been wet.

Wang Yi is almost trying to use his last strength.

But they are ruining this game for so-called strategic giving up.

Ruining Wang Yi’s possible 50th night.

Why are they so cowardly?

Harrell clapped his hands vigorously in front of these teammates:

"orge on! Brother, fuck the strategic abandonment and forget about the damn overall situation. Let us join Wang Yi to conquer the Devil's home court and shut up all these 20,000 noisy fans!"

After listening to this, the two young players Kuzma and Tucker felt their hearts begin to beat powerfully, pumping hot blood through their blood vessels and into their chests.

The blood in their chests also began to boil.

This warm blood is delivered to their brains.

They also started to get hot-headed.

"Fuck you!"

"Count me in!"

"Wang is our teammate and our brother. We can't let him fight alone!"

Harrell watched as the Jazz dribbled past half court.

He shouted loudly:

"We will die together——"

The five players on the Lakers' court all had wolf-like eyes.

The Jazz players were all stunned.

What's wrong with these five people?

But next, they knew what was wrong with these five people.

These five people formed the Death Five, like five evil wolves, constantly biting Jazz players.

The intensity of the Lakers' games before was never very high, which made them feel that the Lakers were just going to give up.

Now the intensity has suddenly increased, and the intensity is not ordinary.

This is simply playoff intensity.

It makes them unable to adapt at all for a while.

So at the end of the third quarter, the Lakers continued to close the gap.

The final score difference narrowed to only 3 points.