NBA: God-level selection

Lakers (64) :(76) Rockets.

The storm was in an instant.

The Rockets completed their comeback against the Lakers at the beginning of the third quarter, and the Rockets bench, the players were very relaxed, except for some disappointment at the beginning, everything is now going according to the pace of the Rockets.

Lakers bench.

The players don’t speak, but everyone knows in their hearts, even if they don’t want to face it, but this game, it seems that there is really no more, and now they really don’t seem to have the strength to face the first in the west.

“Well… It seems to be gone! ”

Kuzma squeezed out a stiff smile and tried to ease the team’s current bad atmosphere a bit.

Everyone didn’t speak, but their hearts seemed to have acquiesced to Ingram’s thoughts and the result of losing this game.

Coach Wharton didn’t say anything at the moment, and seemed to acquiesce to the result, which they seemed to have predicted before the game.

“It’s still early.”

But just when everyone was about to give up, Meng Chen suddenly spoke, looked at everyone, and said very seriously: “We still have almost two quarters to go, we are only 9 points behind, we… There is still a chance! ”

Meng Chen said word by word, conveying his beliefs.

“But…”

Kuzma hesitated a little, but Ingram clenched his fists and echoed: “Since Meng Chen feels that there is still hope, we should continue to work hard, we should trust Meng Chen, shouldn’t we?!” ”

Tens of seconds of silence.

“That’s right.”

Coach Wharton was the first to speak up, giving the team the affirmation, saying: “We do have hope, as long as we don’t give up.”

“Good.”

“Then I’m trying.”

“Well, we should trust Meng Chen, we should unite.”

At Meng Chen’s instigation, the Lakers finally walked back from the cliffside that was about to give up, and believing Meng Chen, they decided to hold on, at least for now.

“Whew…”

Meng Chen leaned on the bench, closed his eyes to rest, and his heart sank slightly.

“I didn’t want to use it, I wanted to use it in a more critical game, maybe the last game to qualify for the playoffs, maybe the battle of the Western Finals Tianwang Mountain, or the battle of the finals to win the seven.”

“But now, tonight… This game has to be won, I have to win this game in front of Morey. ”

Come to think of it.

Meng Chen did not hesitate, silently reciting in his heart: “Kobe Bryant’s peak time limit character card… Use! ”

“Ding! Ask the host to confirm whether to use the Kobe Bryant Peak Time Character Card. ”

“Use.”

“Ding! The successful host uses the Peak Kobe Time Limit Character Card, and within half an hour, the host will have all the abilities of Kobe Bryant’s Peak period. ”

Airplanes!

Almost as soon as the sound of the system fell, Meng Chen felt a warm current covering every vein, and for only a moment, everything returned to normal.

But Meng Chen knew that everything had changed.

“Half an hour? Enough is enough! ”

Beep – Beep!

The timeout ended and the starters of both sides returned to the field.

But the Lakers’ home atmosphere was sluggish, and the Rockets’ opening wave in the second half not only stunned the Lakers, but also crushed the last bit of desire for home fans to win.

Right now.

The atmosphere at home was sluggish, and almost everyone didn’t believe the Lakers could win the game.

Don’t talk about the 20-point turnaround behind before, now facing the Rockets, who have won 17 straight and have the league’s first record, there is no possibility, there is no possibility of a turnover.

This is the case for home fans, Huaxia’s side, fans from Huaxia, the Lakers, Rockets and all fans who watched the game through Fujixun live broadcast, all think that the Lakers have no possibility of winning tonight.

“It’s hard for the Lakers!”

Wang Meng sighed that although he admired Meng Chen, a Chinese rookie, he must admit that the Rockets are good enough that they can win the game tonight and end the Lakers’ eight-game winning streak.

“Not necessarily.”

Director Zhang’s words were surprising at this time, Wang Meng’s eyes lit up, and he looked at Director Zhang, who slowly said: “I don’t know why, but this time I stopped coming back, Meng Chen gave me a feeling a little different from before.” ”

“I don’t know why, but I just think the game seems to be in suspense.”

In the face of Director Zhang’s somewhat inexplicable words, Wang Meng was not good to say anything, spread out his hands, and said, “I hope so.” ”

On the field.

The game continues.

Meng Chen held the ball through the half, came to the middle of the arc, and the player defending him was still Ariza, he still stood inside the three-point line, and let go of Meng Chen’s three-pointer.

“Hmph!”

The corner of Meng Chen’s mouth hooked, lightly glanced at Ariza who was a meter away from him, raised his hand and decisively shot a three-pointer.

“Still dare to shoot three points?!”

“Meng Chen’s choice is problematic, I know that there is not…”

“Ugh!”

With a crisp sound, before the two home fans finished speaking, they pinched their throats abruptly, and their big eyes were even more round.

Meng Chen… Three-point hit.

“Hit?!”

A backup for the Rockets was fluted for a moment, Coach D’Antoni was fluted for a moment, Morey was fluted for a moment, everyone on the court was fluted for a moment, but… It’s only for a moment.

“Not lucky.”

Harden snorted and spoke what was in almost everyone’s heart.

Meng Chen hit a three-pointer, but the home fans performed very flat, everyone was very flat, even the Lakers players on the court were calm, only Ingram stepped forward to slap Meng Chen.

“Beautiful!”

He cheered for Meng Chen.

The game continues.

Rocket ball rights.

Paul possessed the ball through the half, handed it to Harden, and at the top of the left arc, taking advantage of the previous three-point rain, he shot another three-pointer, wanting to return the color.

In the third quarter, a wave of three-point rain, Harden’s three shot 3, and at this moment, seeing Harden’s shot, the home fans were nervous, and their hearts were uneasy.

“Bang!”

But this one.

Harden did not continue the previous touch, the iron hit, it may be that Coach Wharton’s timeout played a role.

Rebound.

Ingram accepted it and distributed it to Meng Chen, Meng Chen advanced in front, and once again came to the middle of the arc, or Ariza defended him, or let him go so long.

Meng Chen… Without looking at Ariza, in Ariza’s wide eyes, he shot a three-point shot again, his hand rose and fell, the basketball streaked across the sky, plunged into the net, and made white waves!

“Ugh!”

Three points again! _

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