"You have to push harder in the second half, you know? Dealing with them is like dealing with women, puffing up and puffing up, and the third time you have to pluck up your strength to make them tall. Tide it! Carmen clapped her hands and encouraged. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Carmen's brutal encouragement was exciting. Herbert was surprised that Carmen, who was serious and serious, would say such a bad thing at this moment to boost the morale of his teammates.

"Remember our strengths!" This is the most repetitive quote of Herbert when laying out his tactics.

Our strengths? Wang Weiyu walked to the field, this sentence is very interesting, in the face of the brave team, what are the advantages of the imperial team? To put it simply, it's two points, the inside, and the forward. To put it more clearly, it is Wang Weiyu and the Twin Towers.

The Warriors have a total of three forwards, with Tuckerin being sent off and the other out due to injury, so in this game, the Braves only have one Hudson left.

Originally, Wang Weiyu could be consumed with wheel warfare, but only Hudson turned out. This means that the defense against Wang Weiyu will be extremely difficult.

"It's you again, do you really have no other strikers?" Wang Weiyu asked funny. Hudson kept silent, knowing that if he returned the favor, he would inevitably lead to more vicious trash talk.

Instead of being insulted more, it is better to accept the other party's ridicule silently, at least feel better.

"The bones of Golden State have been defeated by you like this, will you only be scolded by others?" Wang Weiyu sneered and walked back to his own half, "Ah Qi, the first to attack you?" "Cast or sudden?" Jing Qi asked. Wang Weiyu said: "It's up to you." ”

Jing Qi ran to the familiar high post, blocked Wang Weiyu by the way, and then ran to the free throw line. Wang Weiyu attracted the defender's bag, hit the ground, and passed the ball.

"Good chance!" Jing Qi was too lazy to break through. In this familiar position, he held up the ball and dialed it out, the feeling was just right, and there was no interference, and the ball did not go in.

Jing Qi glanced at the basket more, confirmed that the ball would go in, and turned around in advance, imitating Wang Weiyu's "turn".

This made many people laugh because he imitated it funny. Wang Weiyu smiled all the way, "Ah Qi, what the hell are you?" "Isn't it like?" Jing Qi asked solemnly. Especially with his serious expression, when he asked such a question, Wang Weiyu had no choice but to spread his hands and said, "Do you think it's very similar?" Expression.

"J salutes his teammates, but I have to say he's too inferior." Spike laughs. Webb said: "W's turn is screaming because of the confidence in the goal, and JingQi glanced at the basket halfway through, which is really not a good imitation. Webb explained.

"However, the comedy effect is full marks, this will definitely be selected as Shaq's five embarrassments, J's sneaking back to look at the basket is too funny."

Moy dribbled the ball, he looked more relaxed, there was no pressure, and passed the ball to Bloomfield. Bloomfield took a lookout and gave Hudson directly, "Attack W!" ”

"Did I hear me right?" Wang Weiyu waved his hand and said lightly: "They let you attack me?" Didn't you tell them you couldn't do it? Why would they make you look ugly? "Have I offended you?" Hudson asked aggrievedly.

"You didn't offend me." Wang Weiyu said: "After the game, I can invite you to dinner, now, I not only want to blow you up, but also talk trash to you, I will say it again now, Hudson, do you think you can score?" "***** Hudson was anxious, intending to push his body in.

Wang Weiyu's eyes flashed, and he turned sideways, got out of the way, leaned over Hudson's side, and pulled his ball out of his hand.

"It's over!" Hudson chased back frantically. Wang Weiyu was like a warrior riding a thousand-mile horse, riding in the dust, and rushed to the three-point line of the brave team.

Put away the ball and shoot quickly. Wang Weiyu's right hand was raised high in the air, turned around, took a few steps, and the ball went in. This goal ignited the passion of the second half, and the crowd at Jacques Arena fell into a frenzy.

"Moi, your winning streak against us will end today." Wang Weiyu said this when he passed by Moyi.

"Didn't your teacher teach you?" Moi stood up and said, "Don't jump to conclusions until things come to an end. "Why listen to the stupid words of such a mediocre? It's up to me! Wang Weiyu's answer was for tat.

"Really?" MOY's fighting spirit was completely ignited.

Montgomery began to press Moy from the front, and this kind of persecution made no sense to see. Because Moy can always dodge him with a light back-to-back dribble.

This time, it doesn't seem to be the same. Moy was so obsessed with playing Montgomery that he didn't know he was past halfway. The teammates shouted anxiously, "MC! "I didn't say I was going to play halfway, did I?" Moy said.

Montgomery froze, did he want to ...... When it happened, even if it was unbelievable, Montgomery reacted.

One meter after the Moy half, the fourteen-meter half-court three-pointer shot out of his hand, the exclamations of the audience, the screams of the commentators, and the eyes of every player moved with the ball.

"Huh!" This goal, like thunder, resounded in everyone's hearts.

Moy's right hand slapped his chest, three times, and three fingers were raised, a celebration he had done countless times and is now imitated by children who love basketball.

"Moy Cook hit the 'only him you don't think it's luck' hero ball again! It's incredible, he humiliated the three-point line, and his position is still seven or eight meters from the three-point line! Even the visitors, Spike had to be amazed.

Montgomery Mont circled. This Moy Cook has always lived in the highlights, and now he is truly in front of him. Is he really human?

I don't know who pushed him from behind, "What are you looking at?" It's time for us to attack! "Boss," Montgomery looked at him. That's Moi Cook, you have to be ready to be shot by him at all times and have confidence, you know, he doesn't always score that kind of goal. Wang Weiyu said: "Also, you are very well defended!" ”

Wang Weiyu knew Moyi's intentions. He wanted to intimidate the Kings with a goal like that, and he did it three years ago.

Three years later, do you want to do it again? Wang Weiyu looked at Merris and then at Raglan, and there was no fear on their faces.

"Boss, are you going to call back?" Montgomery asked. Wang Weiyu said: "No, our team also has very good shooters, and they don't lose to Moi." "What do you mean?" Montgomery couldn't remember for a moment.

"Who else is there besides Uncle Ben?" Raglan kicked Montgomery, "Look at me! I'm not going to let that guy go haywire! "Over to you." Wang Weiyu said.

Raglan approached Tom and said, "The most memorable moment of the game is about to happen!" "What the hell are you talking about?" Tom is used to this guy's crazy talk. Raglan said, "The god of shooting is coming!" ”

Merris and Jing Qi's back-to-back pick-and-rolls put Ragren and Moy in the opposite position. Wang Weiyu's ball then passed.

"Moy, do you know the god of basketball?" Raglan asked. Moy shook his head: "No, I don't know, what do you want to do?" "I am!" With that, Raglan put away the ball, faced Moy's face, pressed Moy's hand, and pulled out the ****** before the ball was scored, the arena had erupted in the biggest cheer since the opening.

Because of the moment Raglan shot, Wang Weiyu, Merris, and Jing Qi went back to defend together. After Ragren landed, he also didn't look at the basket and went straight back to defense.

"Huh!"

"It's going to be a classic! Oh, my God! ”

Montgomery looked at him in confusion, and Raglan couldn't help but kick him again: "The perfect turn was ruined by you!" "What," said Montgomery, "I'll have to keep an eye on Moi."

"That's not a reason for you to ruin my show, say! Are you staring at the ball? Raglan looked like he was going to kill him.

"I'm a rookie after all..."

"Okay, I solemnly introduce to you, my name is Raglan Darle, the God of Shooting."

"Not a gentleman?"

"Yes, Raglan Gentleman Dalle, the God of Shooting, that's the full name."