Chapter 317: Do you think this ball was for you?

　　 "Why can't you play basketball well, why do so many routines?"
　　 looked up at the score, 35:23.
　　 "It's still a good routine, it's really fragrant."
　　 "Old yellow eel, are there any other routines?"
　　 Wang Hao asked hopefully.
　　 "Yes, but..."
　　 Fisher glanced at Wang Hao contemptuously.
　　 "What? I don't even believe me."
　　 The last five minutes of the first half definitely ranked among the most iron five minutes in NBA history.
　　 Pierce drew out of space, shot the ball, hit the iron.
　　 Wang Hao missed the back.
　　 Ray Allen strikes a three-pointer.
　　 Wang Hao attracted a double-team pass to Fisher, and Fisher struck a three-pointer.
　　...
　　 Stern looked at the relish Lord of the Rings, and couldn't help but ask, "Is it interesting?"
　　 "Hehe! It's boring, but it reminds me of the time when I ruled the NBA"
　　 The memory of the Lord of the Rings face.
"...You? Do you have a face to say, how ugly you played in the finals is not passed down from you, think about Zhang Liangwan becoming the Lord of the Rings, then the current finals is not flying away? The performance of the earth?"
　　 Stern fell into endless YY, suddenly the chrysanthemum tightened, "How can I forget the Pistons and Spurs?"
　　 Regardless of how Stern YY, the two sides just don't score, and even dribble halfway through the time.
　　......
　　 beep!
　　 The referee blew the whistle at the end of the half game. For the first time today, the referee felt that blowing a penalty in the finals could be so simple. He can even walk through the half-court with the players who ate the ball, instead of running, playing half-court without sweating.
　　 Both sides scored 40:30 and the Lakers led by 10 points.
　　 "Good guys, although they are only 10 points ahead, but according to the rhythm just now, they also struggle to catch up."
　　 The current Zen master is almost full of spring breeze, "Rivers? Zacca, I hold more rings than his fingers."
　　 "Don't make trouble, coach"
　　 There was a wailing in the lounge. A group of young people couldn't bear this kind of sleepy play. This is the finals. Shouldn't it be every second, every day, averaging 4 or 50 points? Then become the head of the team, marry Bai Fumi (or drink bath water), and reach the pinnacle of life?
　　 "In the third quarter, Farmar, remember that you cooperated very well with Wang Hao in college, right?"
　　 Zen master glanced at Famar with profound meaning.
　　 "Sun Yue, Korver, Nick Young, you follow, just one request, be fast, be accurate, and run."
　　 "Long live the coach."
　　 Wang Hao yelled, and almost scared Zen Master’s heart attack.
　　 "I'll tell you that I will lose the three-point line once I get into the three-point line, don't block me, I will hit 10..."
　　 Zen Master left, Wang Hao began to speak out.
　　 "SB"
　　 "Upstairs +1"
　　 "+10086"
"you guys?"
　　 Wang Hao crunched his fingers.
　　 "In the second half, the ball is for you, alright"
　　 "This is pretty much the same."
　　...
　　 At the beginning of the second half, Rivers smiled heartily when he saw the lineup sent by the Lakers.
　　 "Dare you get this wave if you are 10 points ahead? You are still old after all, Zen master"
　　 Rivers actually sighed like a hero. Looking at the lineup of the Green Army faction, Leon Bowie replaced Garnett, and the rest remained the same.
　　 The lineup of the Green Army was very strong, but the old and old, injured, in the end, only a few people can play in the finals.
　　 Tony Allen just paid. The last game only played for two minutes. This game has not yet had a chance to play.
　　 In his previous life, Wang Hao's understanding of the Green Army was limited to the Big Three, guided by Long, and a chicken soup coach. As for others, he had never even heard of it.
　　 But no surprises should be veterans, or basic salary contracts.
　　 "Hey hey hey! Defend against good people, just defend yourself if you don't want to be replaced."
　　The Lakers' generals were all excited, and the rhythm of the first half was terrible.
Leon Bowie, Wang Hao’s rookie in the same class, was selected by the Grizzlies with the 19th overall pick in the second round. He suffered a serious knee injury in college and took a year off. Otherwise, his elective pick would definitely reach the first round and be traded. The Green Army also performed quite well afterwards, did not shine, and did not hold back the pot, a typical coolie type insider. The impact is good, but there is no mid-range shooting ability. If you deal with other teams, you may be able to do a bit with the impact and strong body under the basket, but you can play the Lakers...
　　 Even if Radmanovic, who was a temporary guest on the inside lane, reached 207 in height, and Wang Hao, a giant beast on the inside lane, his only thing was gone.
　　 Leon Bowie ran out and gave Pierce a pick-and-roll, and Tucker and Radmanovic directly double-sided Pierce.
　　 Pierce passed the ball back, and Leon Bowie, who received the ball, looked at the ball in his hand, and then at the guidance of Ron who was released two meters. Finally, he chose to gamble his luck, adjust his rhythm as much as possible, and then threw the ball out.
　　DUANG!
　　 I have to say that if there is no such adjustment, the ball may be dead. Wang Hao forcefully pressed Garnett to get the rebound.
　　 "Children, run."
　　 "Little Diamond Wind? Mountain King?"
　　 Sun Yue muttered while running.
　　 "HELLO! The same year."
　　 When he spit out the first character, Wang Hao had just entered the three-point line. When he was finished, Wang Hao had already rode Lyon Bowie, who quickly returned to the defense, to his hip.
　　 "How is it? Is it a great honor to be buckled by the top pick in the same class?"
　　 Wang Hao, whose nature was released, sprayed casually.
　　 Celtics attack.
　　 "Hey! Go to the pick and roll."
　　 Radmanovic leaned forward in Leon Bowie's ear and urged.
　　"..."
　　 "If you don't go to the pick and roll, I can double-team!"
　　Speaking, Radmanovic really swaggered to double-team Pierce.
　　 Stadium cylinder? On-site OB member? The best NBA ticket winner?
　　 Not at all, Pierce still passed the ball to the undefended Leon Bowie.
　　 "Where is my ball?"
　　 The ball just lifted Wang Hao up to hit the ball with a palm.
Pierce’s goal for Leon Bowie was definitely not for him to do it himself, but for Garnett. I don’t know this iron han~EbookFREE.me~ and Wang Hao is sitting in the three-second zone, with the left hand Jianei. Especially, An Baowei in the right hand, it's almost.
　　 "Slow down, be reasonable!"
　　 Seeing that it was Yang Shaoxia holding the ball, Wang Hao quickly reminded him.
　　 "I haven't got enough of it. How can I distribute the ball to others? God knows when Zen Master will change the lineup again."
"okay!"
　　 Yang Shaoxia turned his head and showed his big white teeth, turned around and ran towards the front, as if there was a bullet chasing him behind.
　　 "Fuck!"
Playing, playing, making trouble, Yang Shaoxia also knew that he couldn't play blindly at this time, and it attracted the defense, and passed the ball to Sun Dasheng on the other side. Sun Dasheng killed like a basket, shot the peach in return, and threw the ball high back. .
　　 "Be careful, brother"
　　 Yang Shaoxia jumped up happily, and...
　　 Then I saw a huge figure, wearing a No. 0 jersey and stepping on colorful clouds, taking the lead in getting the basketball in his hands and pressing it into the basket.
　　 Black question mark face.
　　 "Young man, do you think this ball passed you?"
　　...
　　
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