"Watch out for Moy Cook's shots! This location is out of space! ”

"Can't give Moy such a good chance!"

Spike Webb said. The MOY www.biquge.info the MOY only came out with a tactical trick, and the three-point miss after gaining the shooting space was a surprise. Due to his perverted performance in projection, people have become accustomed to him scoring goals. This impression of not scoring in the open position became strong, creating the impression that he was more accurate than the open shot.

"Go back!" Brunnfil shouted. His voice evokes the Braves' defense. The counterattack of the emperor team was not successful, and Wang Weiyu dropped the ball. Dejule catches the ball and runs to the basket.

"Smack!" Lenny saw the opportunity, jumped up and blocked, and made a pegboard hat. Moy grabbed the backcourt rebound, ran quickly, and rushed to the Kings' backcourt.

His move attracted the attention of the other nine people. Montgomery pounced on him like a bloodthirsty wolf. Over the years, Moy has encountered a variety of defenders, and there is no shortage of his type of passion. At the moment, he didn't care, and with a flick of the dribble, he flashed out of space.

Moy's body floats in the air, his hands on the ball to his chest and pushes it upwards, his signature pose.

"Huh!" The ball silenced the arena. Satisfied with the silence, Moy patted his chest and held up three more fingers, also his signature gesture of celebration.

"Three points, we will too!" Raglan shouted.

I want such momentum! Wang Weiyu was like a rainbow, ran quickly, and transported to the front court to pass to Raglan. Then rushed to the basket. Raglan catches the ball, flicks, dribbles two steps to the right, Tom Clay.

"Bang!" The arc of the ball is a little off, but the force is just right. The rebound didn't bounce far, Wang Weiyu was stuck under the basket like an inside line, squeezing people away and grabbing the rebound with one hand.

Holding the ball steadily, Wang Weiyu leaned on the defender, twisted his shoulders, shook the opponent, stepped back with his right foot, and jumped up with his body.

In the air, his body is like a bow, calm and relaxed, with absolute confidence in his eyes. Wang Weiyu aimed at the basket and quickly dialed the ball with his right hand. The ball, with a quick spin at the moment, drove towards the basket and eventually fell into the net.

"After George, don't you have a good striker?" Wang Weiyu scoffed. Hudson was so miserable that he wanted to refute it, but he couldn't speak.

", don't be impulsive, the rhythm is with us!" Bloomfield said. Moy nodded, "You take control of the ball." "That's right, that's all." "We don't have to rush with them and get the game back to the rhythm we're used to, that's what we need to do," Bloomfield said. ”

Switched back to Bloomfield with the ball? Wang Weiyu thought for a moment. It seems that the Braves are aware of the problem.

Simply handing the ball to Moy Cook won't solve the problem. The Kings are no longer the rookie team that was intimidated by Moy's three-pointer. With high fighting spirit, determination to win, and talent for initial cash, they challenged the Braves and the league's hegemony in recent years.

As the youngest of the Braves' trio, Bloomfield's defense and versatility are integral to this team.

The ball-handling organization at the three-point line is a regular tactic for the Braves, and it is one of the important tactics to reduce the pressure on Moi. Without Bloomfield, Moy's touch time would have increased dramatically, which would have been detrimental to his fitness, body, and turnovers.

Lenny helped Moy block and get Moy the spot, while cutting quickly to the basket. Bloomfield's approach was crisp and neat, with a lob with perfect speed and height, and it was hoisted to Lenny.

"Bang!"

Lenny catches the ball and dunks. Deyor's defense is still a short board, and there is nothing he can do about such a lob.

"Merris, get ready to play!" Herbert said helplessly. This is a helpless move, the two interior guards on the court are limited, and the twin towers must have at least one person on the court to allow the Warriors to reduce their attacks under the basket.

"W, Deuul's state is not right." Raglan said. Wang Weiyu said: "He doesn't feel well in the morning, let's help him again." "Okay, I'll pull out the space." Raglan said.

"Diul, pay attention to the ball!" Wang Weiyu shouted. Dejur didn't reply, but nodded slightly.

Like all aging players, Dejule is adapting to his own aging. He is no longer young, and from now on, every year, his physical fitness will decline.

He's going to have to find his way of playing, his movements are no longer as agile as he was when he was younger, and his stride has to be reduced.

Wang Weiyu's ball came. He took the ball and performed eighteen martial arts. It's no exaggeration to say that his low-post offense is the richest in the Imperial team.

In the paint area, you can lean on people to hook your hands, twist your hooks, turn over and hook your hands, and even dribble and run hooks, even if it is a jumping hook that opens people, he is good at it. There is no hook that he is not good at, however, this is only one of the weapons in his arsenal. He can also shoot, shoot in the basket, roll over to shoot, dribble and stop...

Kaleidoscopic attacks, these abilities are weakened to varying degrees as they get older. Dejule shook Lenny to the ground, stole a step, leaned against Lenny, and hooked the ball upward.

"Bang!" Diul's eyes instantly aged ten years old, if it was before, how could such a hook not enter? Lanny didn't put pressure on him at all, it was his own shortness of breath.

Unwillingly, Dejur struggled to grab the ball, Lenny didn't give an inch, the two grabbed together, Deyul screamed, and racketed the ball out of bounds.

Dead ball. The technical desk on the sidelines prompted the Kings to make a substitution, and Merris held up a card with Deyour's number written on it.

Deud walked off the field depressed and sat down, "Fack! "Man, sometimes we have to admit something." Kelsen said. Dejoul listened quietly. "We really can't beat the time." Kelsen said.

"I just don't think I'm there yet." "I really wanted to retire just now, I swear, it's the first time I've been so disappointed in myself! "Even if we haven't, that day isn't far off, Dejur, we're not young anymore." Kelsen said, "Who are the people who can stay in shape at your age?" ”

"Tim Duncan, Kareem Abdul Abdul-Jabbar," Kelsen said, "we're just a speck of dust in this league compared to these detached players, and we should face ourselves up." ”

At this time, Merris blocked Lanny's layup, which shocked the audience.

"You're right." Dejule lamented: "Great as Michael Jordan has to be for Kobe Bryant, Allen Iverson, Tracy McGrady... Give up the throne. We are just ordinary members of the alliance, and we must have such awareness. ”

Moy's runs are quite lethal, and it will be difficult for Montgomery to keep up with him in constant cover.

The Imperial Team pays attention to Moi's movements, but always misses them once or twice. Just like this time, Moe threw off everyone, went around the outside line to catch the ball, Wang Weiyu blocked it in time, and he passed it again. Hudson received the ball and drew Ragren to make up for it and pass it again.

There's no one left to make up Tom. He got the most comfortable opportunity, stepped on the floor and jumped up to shoot the basket.

"Except for Lenny Cheeks, everyone on the court can shoot three-pointers, it's horrible!"

"Even Lenny Cheeks has scored three-pointers this season, and the Kings can't let anyone go and they're dangerous with the ball."

The offensive success rate of both sides was a little higher than in the first quarter, but not much higher, and it was very difficult to play, and both teams had a top-five defense in the league.

In the first half, the score was deadlocked, and no one could pull the score away.

At halftime, the score was 45-43, and the Braves led by 2 points. Except for Wang Weiyu and Moyi, no third person scored more than double digits.