Perhaps because of the reason for leaving for three years, Wang Weiyu is easy to sigh. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 InfoThe opponents who fought him on the field three years ago are now some of them out of the league, and some of them are still fighting on the front lines.

For example, today's opponent, the Golden State Braves. This team was like a mountain in front of Wang Weiyu, and it was the biggest opponent who prevented Wang Weiyu from winning the championship.

After three years, the Imperial Team is no longer the Imperial Team, and the Brave Team is no longer the Brave Team.

"The Emperor and the Braves, W and Moy, such a duel, such a match, if you turn the time back to four years ago and look at it, there is no sense of disobedience at all. Now, with the Kings fighting for a playoff spot, Moy Cook is holding on to the tail of the top, and the two are no longer rivals. Kelsen, the veteran of the emperor who commented on the game, sighed.

"It's going to be a fun game and the old fans who have been watching it all the way from seven or eight years ago will be moved, because these two teams have been through a legendary battle," Carmen said. ”

Wang Weiyu came to the Jacques Arena early to warm up. Today, all his family members came to the scene and sat in the best seats in the stadium to watch the game.

"Handle!" Wang Qingqing shouted loudly. Wang Weiyu turned his head and waved his hand with a smile. Merris saw Wang Qingqing and grimaced at her. Wang Qingqing then shouted: "Ankou! "Note: uncle

The Braves then warmed up at Jacques Arena. The core of the two teams met for the first time to catch up.

"I thought you'd leave the league like a disheartened Superman and never come back, but you're a normal guy after all." Moy laughed. Wang Weiyu said: "How old are you? I have to say you look younger than I am. "Please, my beard is white." Moy smiled wryly.

If you look closely, Moy does have a few whiskers, and he is only 35 years old.

The most important reason why Wang Weiyu and Moi are so friendly is that the two are no longer in a competitive relationship, unlike in the past, when there were competitive grievances. Moi is old, and Wang Weiyu can fight again, and the reunion between the two is more of a businesslike feeling.

For fans who have experienced Wang Weiyu's fight against Moi in the past few years, this is a dream confrontation. Taking advantage of Wang Weiyu's return and Moi was still at his peak, a few more duels between the two were enough.

The main framework of the Warriors has not changed much. With Moy Cook, Tom Clay and Bloomfield Smith as the top players, and a team of team-friendly players, they have won five championships in the past 13 years.

Now, with the troika still in place, Moi is old, Tom Clay has been hit by injuries in recent years, and his form has been up and down, and Bloomfield is struggling to stand alone. Many Warriors fans don't want to admit it, but the truth is that the Warriors have dropped out of contention.

Times are changing, this is the most cruel alliance, a generation of new people for the old, and talented people from all over the country.

After the opening, Merris slapped down to win the ball for the Kings in the first attack.

"Moy, you're old." Montgomery, the undersized fellow, came up and provoked. Moy smiled, not doing anything. Immediately, Montgomery took advantage of his youth and strength to break through Moi on the strong side. Moy slowed down half a step, and with a hand up, he grabbed Montgomery. Montgomery was in a hurry, made a shot before the foul, formed a shooting foul, and made a free throw at the free throw line.

Despised by the small characters who used to be able to explode into scum, Moy is not angry, there are too many such things.

The older he gets, the less he has the ball. He's still capable of shooting those unbelievable three-pointers. But his physical strength will remain in the stalemate phase and the final word.

If no one presses, he will dribble through the half court himself, and if there is someone, he will give his teammates half court. Bloomfield received the ball from the three-point line, and the Braves' classic two-wing run appeared.

Both Moe and Tom had a chance, with Bloomfield giving Moy first. Moy borrowed Bloomfield's body to get rid of Montgomery, and after breaking through, he drew the ball to Tom, who hit a three-pointer and shot through the heart.

"Raglen, has your defense been eaten by dogs?" Alva's eyes breathe fire. Raglan smiled dryly, not daring to respond. Wang Weiyu said: "This leak shouldn't be, where are you going to prevent it?" Raglan nodded yes again and again, his face was thick, and he was embarrassed to say that he had just lost his mind.

"I'm coming!" Merris crossed the waist and landed firmly in position. The center opposite him is Gavin Barkard, a typical blue-collar interior lineman who does the dirty work on his shoulders.

But he's defending the league's toughest low-post offense. Merris, who got the ball, pushed Buckard back like no one was defending, turned and hooked the ball into the net with ease.

A wave has not settled, and another wave has risen. The Braves still maintain their tradition of fast-paced offense and defense. If your own basket is broken, it doesn't matter, just break their basket once.

Bloomfield walked through half the court alone, and Wood looked too tender in front of him. Bloomfield glanced at the move, Tom got rid of Raglan with the pick-and-roll, and then the arrow went to the baseline, and Bloomfield immediately hit the ball into his hands.

After receiving the ball, Tom made a rebound on the spot and scored a cricket ball.

"Blame me!" Raglan thought Alva was going to squirt him again. As a result, Alva sprayed Merry, "How did you fill in the position?" Once they block and you have to switch guards, Ragren, how many times have I said that? Gavin doesn't have the ability to shoot in the middle! "Yes! Be! Merris agreed with trepidation.

"Huh? It's not my fault? "It's like Raglan has opened up a new world.

It's too much to underestimate them. Wang Weiyu thought to himself, it is said that the Brave Team is aging, but it is not as serious as imagined.

It's not that easy to win this game.

In front of Wang Weiyu is a young man named Connie Halton, who is this year's rookie. His presence has injected a youthful vitality into the veteran Braves.

The characteristic of young people is that they dare to fight, no matter whether there is a wolf or a tiger in front of them, you have to try whether your teeth are sharp enough and whether you can tear his skin. Halton is exactly this mentality, he is not afraid of Wang Weiyu, dares to fight when defending, and his horizontal pace is also in place.

After a short while, Wang Weiyu found that this was a rare good seedling. His talent may not be as great, but his defensive end is too malleable.

Hesitating about his previous carelessness, Wang Weiyu's attack was shrouded by Halton, and he couldn't find a point of attack at all. The offensive time ran out in the stalemate, and Wang Weiyu barely made a shot.

"There's me!" Merris let out a loud shout and squeezed the man under the basket, his jumping palm holding the falling ball back into the basket. This goal made half of the audience stand up and cheer, it was too violent and burning.

"The Braves' interior doesn't carry much weight on Merris and I think he can play an exciting game tonight." "Yes, the Braves' interior is not a threat to Merris in terms of height or speed, and he will dominate the basket tonight!"

"W, how did you get caught up by that rookie just now?" Raglan asked. Wang Weiyu said: "Don't underestimate that rookie, he is very powerful." "You can't handle it?" Raglan was stunned. Wang Weiyu said: "Whether I can deal with him or not has nothing to do with whether he is powerful or not." "And can you deal with him?" "I'll answer that question in the next round."

Out of respect for defenders, and also as an excellent defender, Wang Weiyu began to take Halton seriously.

The Braves' rotation ball wants to spin, and Halton's turnaround is crucial. Wang Weiyu followed him the whole time, but he didn't force him to be unable to catch the ball. Halton thought it was his position that was running well, but he was wrong.

When the ball passed in his direction, Wang Weiyu blocked the ball in front of him and broke the ball. Halton's face changed, and his first reaction was chasing.

"Oops!" Halton wanted to use a foul to stop Wang Weiyu, but he didn't hold it with one hand, but he slipped instead, looking quite embarrassed.

Wang Weiyu dribbled and sprinted, and even his teammates couldn't keep up, and Tom Clay of the Braves was the fastest to recover because he was standing at the top of the arc when the ball was broken. Wang Weiyu doesn't take his defense seriously, every star is extremely difficult to limit in defense and offense, and he is no exception, he is very confident in this goal.

Tom deceived himself and wanted to interfere with Wang Weiyu. Unexpectedly, Wang Weiyu went directly at him, even if the ball didn't score, it would cause a foul. Neither of them backed down, and the first highlight of the game was born.

Wang Weiyu took a right step in front of Tom, jumped up in the second step, touched Tom with his elbow, and the whistle sounded. In the air, Wang Weiyu swayed with his right hand, changed the ball from his chest to his left hand, and gently wiped it. The ball spun and fell into the net.

It's so helpless, it's so incomprehensible. For star players, this kind of rotation is an opportunity to score. There is no shortage of people who have stopped it, but 90 percent of it has failed.

"Connie, if you try your best to catch up, I'll look at you even more." Wang Weiyu said with a smile. Halton was speechless, he didn't know why Wang Weiyu wanted to say this to him.

"Don't worry, that guy has always been like this." Tom comforts his rookie. Halton nodded, "You're definitely not going to score." "How can you be sure that I won't score?" Wang Weiyu said with a smile, throwing the ball out without looking at the basket, "Look, it's in." ”

Tactical failure ... The naïve Halton said in his heart.

"You're so naïve." Wang Weiyu didn't know what to say about him. Connie Halton, who reacquainted himself with this man, was estimated to be less than ten years old in mental age.

Trash talk from the free throw line to distract opponents is not an outdated move, but the use is exquisite. How does this kid send out a non-lethal trash talk as soon as he comes up? It's too tender, too stupid, too ... It's cute.

"Don't be overdone!" Moy thought that Wang Weiyu was spewing trash talk at Halton, and he was bent on getting his little brother back on the court, and he had a three-point shooting posture after half time.

Montgomery was jealous of his three points and followed him from start to finish. Seeing that the opportunity had been missed, Moe dropped the ball to Bloomfield and disappeared into the formation like a bug. He quickly ran out from the baseline to catch the ball, to shoot? No! But Montgomery was shaken.

Moy had a chance to make a shot, but he sent an aerial relay.

After passing the ball to Moy, Bloomfield immediately ran to the basket, and the timing was just right, Moy threw the ball into the air, and Bloomfield took the ball and filled the basket in one go.

"It was a brilliant pass! Moy's reaction was so fast, he seemed to know in advance that there would be an opportunity for an air relay, and the reaction speed of this ball was superhuman! "Kelsen's commentary is full of exaggeration.

Carmen tried to explain the goal, "Moy and Bloomfield have been working together for many years, like twins, they only need a look at each other, and it is not incomprehensible that they can make such a combination. ”

"I'll take a position!" Raglan shouted, "Art, help me!" Wood replied, "Which one to run?" "Follow my steps and you'll know." Raglan pretended to be profound.

This tone made people want to flatten him, so Ai Wood had a good temper, and he knew which tactic it was by looking at his route, so he tried to block it.

The game had just begun, and the targeted arrangement of both sides was not obvious, which allowed Ragren to run out of position with a simple tactic. Wang Weiyu's ball came well, and Raglan received the ball for three points.

"Huh!"

As he hit the three-pointer, he waved his hands triumphantly, completely oblivious to Tom Clay's existence.

Although he didn't say anything, the celebration seemed like this to Tom.

"What about defense? Why didn't anyone guard me? ”

"This bastard!" When encountering a slut, the Buddha Lord should also be angry.