Nba: The Youngest Mvp In History

Darrell advanced with the ball and landed at the top of the arc.

After seeing Tarik's running route, he chose to hand the ball into the opponent's hands.

Corner catch.

Throw the ball out.

When Tariq shot a three-pointer, the defensive player took a step to complete the block and sent the ball flying~.

hiss!

Darrell froze.

He looked at Artest's defense and shook his head again and again.

"Artest can only do it if he realizes this offensive intention in advance - defensive prediction!"

Darrell squeaked coldly.

At this time, Tarek came to the bottom corner on the other side.

And at this moment, he looked at Jiang Hao and smiled at himself.

"Did the block just now affect your mentality?"

Jiang Hao smiled leisurely.

"What!"

Tariq narrowed his eyes while listening to what Jiang Hao said.

At this moment, he can't wait to answer the opponent, but the ball is passed from the sideline, and he needs to bypass the top of the arc to catch the ball...

"Darrell is a little anxious to pass the ball!"

Tariq moves toward the top of the arc, receives the pass, throws the ball directly, and makes a jumper.

And he watched Artest overwhelmed in front of him and sent a block again.

Boom.

The shot missed and Artest successfully defended the ball.

Seeing this, Tariq showed suffocated eyes.

He found that Artest once again made a successful prediction in this round.

"The pass just now should be able to avoid Artest."

"I pass so fast, how can he not defend!"

Darrell on the sidelines choked a little and muttered.

At this time, he watched the last three seconds of the attack time, and found that it was much more difficult to handle the sideline ball this time.

"Artest successfully defended two rounds!"

"Then their mentality was affected."

Jiang Hao looked around from the sidelines and smiled leisurely.

brush!

Sideline pass, Darrell gave the ball to Amici in the penalty area.

Kill with the ball, turn around and hook.

The moment Amici got the ball, he sent the ball directly.

In the next second, he watched a figure beside him cover him.

O'Neal took off to block the shot and blocked it.

Boom.

Block the ball!

At this time, the 24-second offense was violated, and I saw that Mercer next to me had just picked up the ball when the whistle sounded...

"There were three blocked shots in one round!"

"And he defended the opponent for twenty-four seconds!"

The fans muttered and shook their heads.

……ask for flowers……

They're suffocated by an offense like the Magic's.

"I don't know if it's Atkins' problem."

"Looks like the Magic couldn't find their previous form in the second half."

The fans muttered.

The game was played until the last moment.

The Knicks seized the opportunity and took away the Magic in one wave.

The point difference came to 17 points, and the final score was fixed at 127:110.

The fans shook their heads after seeing the difference.

"We didn't come to the home court to watch this kind of game."

"We want the Magic to end the Knicks' winning streak."

The fans said coldly.

“They were such a disappointment!”

"I'm not going to watch their games at home next."

Some senior fans walked out while making noises.

Listening to these voices, Jiang Hao showed a sneer.

"You're counting on the Magic to end our winning streak, you're not kidding!"

"Then when we return to the home court, we will start another wave of winning streak. By then, we will definitely achieve the milestone of 20 consecutive victories."

Jiang Hao squeaked, and then led the players to the interview area. .