Raglan was in a depressed mood tonight. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 One of the reasons is that the info shooting is not good, and another reason is that I am not excited when I play. It's a terrible problem, the body feels tired, and the spirit is encouraged to give up.

I didn't notice it, but my body reacted honestly. He entered a low period, and as Wang Weiyu said, there was a problem with his mentality.

"Attention W!" Once Raglan loses his touch, the only threat to the entire outside of the Imperial team is Wang Weiyu. If Zoe wasn't covered by Moy, it would be a point with attack power, but unfortunately he was in opposition to Moy. Moy's defense isn't outstanding compared to superstars, but it's also above the league average.

Zoe's offense couldn't be used in front of him, and he gave up after calling a few blocks without a chance.

Raglan received cover from his teammates, and even when he was depressed, he habitually ran tactically. He is already familiar with those sets of tactics, and he can run out correctly even with his eyes closed. What's more, this opportunity was so good that Tom lost him.

"Damn it, make it up!" Kerr is very hot off the court, even if Raglan feels bad, he is also the most accurate shooter in the Imperial team, how can you say that you can let it go? At this time, it is too late to make up for it.

When Laglen catches the ball, there is no one in front of him, and even if there is someone in normal times, as long as he runs out of tactics, he throws it away without saying a word, not to mention that there is no one now? What about feeling depressed? The three-point shot was not ambiguous at all, and when Ragren shot, his teammates felt his enthusiasm.

"Bang!" The only drawback is that the ball doesn't go in. Wang Weiyu shouted: "Merris, rebound!" "Mine!" Merris grabbed the basket in the depths and squeezed Bloomfield away to grab the offensive rebound.

Raglan was a quick runner, and he didn't usually run much. In that position, Merris grabbed the frontcourt rebound and played it directly. Now he's got a team-mate, and there's only one teammate he wants to pass – Raglan Dale.

"Gentleman!" Merris passed over. Raglan received the ball at the three-point line on the right, and Tom had already chased it. Whether he shoots or not is not directly related to whether Tom catches up or not, if there is any impact, it is that the difficulty of shooting has increased.

Even if he is depressed, Raglen's heart still exists, withstanding the defense and making strong shots, this is a Raglen-style three-point shot! He is the only one in the Imperial team who dares to throw such a ball in large quantities.

"Bang!" Still missed! Long rebounds, the inside line can't scramble, it all depends on the reaction of both sides on the outside. Wang Weiyu focused all his attention on rebounds. For the first time, he was so focused on the rebound, judging where it landed, and he ran like wind under his feet. Grab the rebound in front of everyone and hold the rebound in your arms, shouting, "Raglan!" "Yes!" Raglan responded.

"No matter how many times, please feel free to vote!" Wang Weiyu said, jumped up and passed the ball. Ragren received the ball and was stunned for a few seconds.

Tom, the honest man, spewed trash talk, "Raglan, do you know how many balls you've missed?" In our team, even Moy, with so many goals conceded, would never be able to shoot recklessly. "That's the difference between us." Raglan said something that puzzled Tom.

The moment when Raglan made a move, the Oracle Arena was cheering, and in the eyes of the fans, Raglan was simply pushing the Imperials into the fire pit.

Applauding an opponent's shot, no matter what Ragren thinks, is enough to make him famous.

The difference is that Raglan scored, and after missing a dozen shots in a row, Raglan finally made another three-pointer. This goal not only interrupted the embarrassing record of not scoring in a row, but also made his mood excited.

Excitement was on his face. How could he not be excited? His teammates are so desperate to create opportunities for him to make a shot, even if he gives him a shot no matter how iron, why is he not excited? He couldn't find a reason to continue to be decadent, and since there was no reason to be decadent, he was like a man.

"I don't know if I heard it wrong, but when Raglan was shooting, there was a cheer at Oracle Arena?" Barkley was surprised and said: "Are these fans crazy? "Judging from Laglen's feel in this game, his unreasonable consecutive shots are beneficial to the Braves, and it is understandable that the fans cheer for him." Smith said.

"What bullshit logic, they really don't understand Raglan!" Barkley looked like he knew Raglan inside out, "I know Raglan. He's a guy who can change the atmosphere of the pitch, and I'm talking about the whole pitch. He has a big mouth, can spew trash talk, dares to shoot some three-pointers that ordinary players dare not shoot, and dares to blatantly quarrel with the opponent's core players, these are his characteristics. ”

Ross Barkley continued: "He likes to cheer and see the most terrible Raglan Dahler when you can hear the cheers from the away team or the home team. Now these fans are gloating, and they will have to pay the price later. ”

Tree Honey looked at Barkley incredulously, "You know so much about Raglan?" "Of course, I like this guy." Barkley said.

"It doesn't matter if that guy has a touch or not, now Merris has two fouls, as long as you knock him down, all the problems will be solved." Bloomfield said, "I'll single him and I'll make his foul." "Be cautious and give me the ball if things don't go well." Moy advised.

As the saying goes, good words can't persuade damned ghosts, and Bloomfield didn't listen to a word of Moy's words. He wants to beat Merris down, he wants to be the winner of this fight.

Merris sensed something, Bloomfield didn't have the ball yet, but what he was doing at the moment was for receiving the ball. What does he want to do with the ball? scoring, as well, doing what he did in the first quarter.

"I won't let you get away with it!" Merris was furious, if he hadn't made two fouls early in the first quarter, he wouldn't have been replaced, and the Kings wouldn't have been led by so many points.

The current passive situation was all due to those damn fouls in the first quarter. Now that the other party is going to do it all over again, how can Merris accept it?

What Merris thinks, Bloomfield doesn't care.

This is their home field, the referee will be more or less biased towards them, and the inside line is the most fierce place, as long as Merris does not hold the action, fouls are inevitable. What would the Kings team look like without Merris? The last minutes of the first quarter were seen by everyone.

"Don't forget, you've already had two fouls, and I don't want you to get out of the game too soon, because the game is going to be boring." Bloomfield said hypocritically. Merris snorted, "I won't go down any further, I will stand here forever like the statue of Jordan outside the United Center and wait for you!" ”

"Maybe you're going down soon!" Bloomfield catches Moy's pass, "Be careful! ”

The more he said this, Merris was annoyed, there were not many movements in his hands, and he would not make foul moves for the sake of momentary anger. The referee's eyes were on him, and if something went wrong, the whistle would sound in time and not give him any chance.

It is under such a reliance that Bloomfield is assured to attack boldly. Then again, apart from strength, he has no other advantages over Merris, physical fitness, height, and arm span are all suppressed by Merris, and if it is not at home, it will be difficult for him to score points on Merris.

After a few strokes, Bloomfield felt that something was wrong, Merris was too steady, waiting for him to make a move.

Bad! If it goes on like this, don't talk about making people foul, he's about to take three seconds as an example! Bloomfield was ruthless and turned to force himself. Look for death! Merris flashed a fierce look and slapped Bloomfield's ball in front of it.

Bloomfield caught the ball that was covered, shook it, and got stronger, he really didn't believe in evil. He believed that Merris would always make mistakes. Merris was not as calm as he was, and after Bloomfield's feint, he chose to stretch his arms for maximum interference.

Bloomfield, who was bent on making fouls, didn't expect Merris to be so calm, and his body that rushed upwards couldn't borrow the force and threw the ball awkwardly.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Merris grabbed the ball with both hands like a giant moving a mountain.

Take off your hat! Hat-off full of humiliation!

"I said, I'm going to be like the statue of Jordan outside the United Center, and you'll never want to score here!" Merris exclaimed. (To be continued.) )