NBA: A three-point experience card at the beginning

Conley saw Wang Yi throw the ball high toward the backboard and around Gobert.

He has seen through Wang Yi's intentions.

This is about throwing yourself into trouble.

All the spectators at the scene were very nervous.

More than 20,000 people all stared with bated breath.

Jazz head coach Snyder felt even more nervous, as if his heart was being strangled by a belt.

He couldn't help but clenched his fists, as if he wanted to tear off the waistband.

The Lakers players also held their breath.

At the same time, the millions of viewers in front of the screen did not dare to take a breath.

Wang Meng held the pen in his hand tightly, almost breaking it.

Yang Yi's eyes were fixed on the screen through the lenses.

It's like piercing the screen with your gaze.

Mina nervously held a pair of pink fists, and the pair of small dimples near her mouth also looked a little stiff due to being too nervous.

on site.

Conley saw Wang Yi and wanted to throw himself into trouble.

He took the lead and came behind Gobert, with his back to Wang Yi, blocking Wang Yi's position.

At the same time, he planned to wait for the ball to fall and grab the rebound.

There was even a flash of pride in his heart.

This guy was finally seen through by himself.

However, at this moment, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

The next moment, I felt darkness above my head.

A purple figure suddenly jumped up from behind him.

After the basketball hit the backboard, it was obviously still high.

But this guy stood behind him and pulled him up forcefully.

While in the air, open the five fingers of your left hand.

Like a dragon's claws, it catches the falling basketball.

A loud shout.

Bang!

The basketball was forced into the basket by a force of violence.

At this moment, quiet!

The whole place is silent!

If Wang Yi had previously separated the ball, the Energy Solutions Center Arena was completely silent.

So at this moment, the Energy Solutions Center Arena is dead silent!

Deathly silence!

Away silencer?

No, this is the away pump.

It was as if at this moment, Wang Yi completely sucked the air out of the entire Energy Solutions Center Arena.

Sound can't travel inside at all.

Throw yourself and buckle!

And it’s a buckle!

Even the on-site commentator was shocked speechless at this time.

In the Tencent NBA live broadcast room, Wang Meng and Yang Yi both had their eyes widened, their faces flushed, and they smashed their tablets.

"oh------"

"Oh my God——"

The two of them shouted loudly at the same time.

If they were allowed to shout calories at this time, Yang Chaoyue might not be able to do anything.

"Throw yourself and buckle!"

"Dunk! Dunk on Mike Conley!"

"Oh my God, is this a human being?"

"I really can't find words to describe my mood at this time. Sorry, my vocabulary is too short. At this moment, he is a hero, an MVP, and a god-like man!"

The barrage had already exploded.

In addition to the 6's filling the screen, the first one to pop up was Ma Daxiang.

"Brother Yi, I'm convinced! Just wait for me, I'm going to show you the splits while pulling."

But soon, Yang Yi said:

"Don't worry, the Jazz still have 4 seconds to attack. The Lakers have to retreat!"

Wang Meng couldn't hold back his excitement. He spoke very fast and loudly, far exceeding the normal volume:

"But the Jazz didn't have a timeout, they didn't have a timeout. They had to serve the baseline ball quickly, and the Lakers had to retreat quickly."

Caruso also reacted and quickly ran to the backcourt.

His position is closest to the midline and is the first to return to the backcourt.

Wang Yi quickly approached Mitchell and interfered with his dribbling and long passes.

Mitchell had no room for a long pass and could only try to pass Wang Yi through speed.

In fact, he did pass Wang Yi.

Just after passing the center circle, looking at the three Lakers who had already rushed towards him, he quickly pushed the ball out with a horseback archery gesture.

The basketball made a very beautiful line in the air.

Although it was just over a second, it seemed to have lasted as long as a century.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the orange basketball in the sky.

Along with the basketball, it crossed a rainbow-like arc and fell towards the basket.

Bang——

The sound of heavy hammering came.

Basketball rejected Basketball's affectionate confession and closed its heart.

Keep poor basketball at bay.

Frustrated, the basketball bounced high.

The backboard also lights up the red light for basketball.

The basketball fell to the ground in despair, bouncing feebly.

Like the helpless moans of a lovelorn person.

Di————

The whistle at the end of the game completely pronounced basketball’s death sentence: You don’t deserve it.

123:121.

Lakers win!!!

At this moment, in front of all screens.

Hundreds of thousands of Jazz fans sighed with regret.

Millions of Lakers fans embraced and celebrated.

"Holding the grass, Li Fei! My brother Yi is sure to kill! Li Fei, look! My brother Yi is sure to kill!"

A female dormitory at a university.

Wang Zhihuang held Li Fei's head and kept shaking it.

"Wang Zhiliang, please just die and then shake your head."

But Wang Zhilan didn't care: "As long as the breasts don't fall off, that's fine."

A certain neighborhood.

Xiao Ke jumped up from his chair excitedly.

"Brother Yi, I love you, Brother Yi, I love you to death!"

When the neighbor across the door heard Xiao Ke's voice, he wondered: "Doesn't this guy have a wife? Is he going to cheat on her?"

No. 1 middle school in a certain city.

Wang Jianhua clenched his fist tightly and punched the armrest of the chair hard.

He was also a professional player, and it is also his dream to enter the NBA.

But now, his son has not only realized his dream, but has also made this dream so dazzling and dazzling.

His eyes couldn't help but feel moist.

He looked at the cell phone on the table next to him.

He had never taken the initiative to contact his son, but for the first time he had the urge to call his son.

In the Tencent live broadcast room.

Mina smiled sweetly, and the dimples on her face seemed to be filled with delicious wine.

It's mellow, fragrant and sweet.

Yang Yi and Wang Meng were as happy as if they had just drank a bottle of beer.

"It's so wonderful! It's so wonderful!"

"Who would have thought that with almost all his strength, Wang Yi could jump so high and hit such an explosive dunk on his last ball. This was beyond everyone's expectations!"

Yang Yi said while shaking his head repeatedly.

Wang Meng looked at Wang Yi's data on the screen:

"55 points, plus a self-deduction and a near-win. A miracle! We really witnessed the birth of a miracle!"

Yang Yi:

"I believe that from today on, Wang Yi will be blacklisted by every coach in the league except the Lakers. Those who said they didn't know Wang Yi before, this time Wang Yi showed them what a real explosion is!"

"With his exaggerated explosive scoring power and his imaginative skills, it's hard not to let people pay attention to him."

Wang Meng was so excited that the corners of his eyes were moist, and a sense of pride arose spontaneously:

"Who said that we Chinese people can't play basketball? Who said that we Chinese people can only have a foothold in the NBA with tall centers? Our guards can do the same!"

At this time, the picture showed Wang Yi.

I saw Wang Yi lying in the shape of a Tai in the middle of the stadium in front of 20,000 people.

His chest rose and fell like an old cow that had just plowed three acres of land.

His face was as pale as paper.

But a smile appeared on his face with difficulty.

His eyes looked at the lights on the dome, and a pair of pupils reflected bright light.

Lakers players rushed over to celebrate on Wang Yi.

James and Xiaojia stopped many players:

"He's too tired. He needs to rest."

The Lakers players were stunned for a moment, and then took two steps back.

James saw that the staff on the sidelines had come over, and they had specially arranged for on-site interviews after the game.

He quickly stopped the staff member and communicated with the staff member:

"He is too tired. Can you cancel the interview with him, or... postpone this interview?"

Depriving Wang Yi of the right to be interviewed seems to show less respect for Wang Yi.

You know, how many players in the league dream about being interviewed on the spot after the game.

But how many people can receive on-site interviews?

However, James knows that Wang Yi will accept such interviews countless times in the future.

But what he needs most now is rest.

The staff member shook his head:

"I'm sorry, this is an arrangement from above and I can't do anything about it."

If it were the old James, the staff would definitely betray him.

But now, the old king has declined.

The alliance needs to promote a new facade.

So the old king's face is no longer so useful.

A touch of sadness flashed through James's heart, he paused and said:

"Then...he just lay like that and was interviewed."

His tone was a little tougher.

Lying down is the fastest way to recover your strength.

It's not easy for the staff to refute the old king's face every time.

Although he is old, he is still a king after all.

He looked troubled and said:

"Then...I'll go discuss it."

A sad emotion passed through James's heart again.

Finally nodded: "Go ahead."

So, one minute later.

This was probably the first and only time in the entire history of the NBA that the scene of a man lying down for an interview appeared in front of millions of viewers.

And this shot, many years later, has become a classic shot in NBA history.