Third goal

The score is 1:1 draw, and he still has the ball for the next attack, what an advantage! Yang Long thought to himself. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The old cat in front of him, Mobley, showed a meaningful smile, this smile was very sunny, but there was a chilling feeling in Yang Long's eyes, that was not the expression that a person who had just been **** should make.

Yang Long began to dribble nervously, and he felt that he was being targeted, by a wild cat.

If the clash of two balls just now was Sven's gentleman's dispute, the current scene is a ferocious hand-to-hand battle.

The old cat Mobley changed his defensive strategy, biting Yang Long's body to death, and constantly ramming Yang Long with his powerful body.

Mobley is 193 cm tall, but his weight is 10 kilograms heavier than Yang Long, and Yang Long knows that these 10 kilograms are real muscles, not pork belly and the like.

Under Mobley's deathly bite defense, Yang Long looked extremely uncomfortable, Yang Long felt that the old cat's defense violated his space, but Yang Long also knew that the old cat was so fierce in the official game, is this the intensity of the NBA's confrontation? In the previous fight with Williams, Yang Long only felt that Williams' strength was strong, but compared with the old cat Mobley in front of him, Williams was nothing but a small thing.

The result of several unsuccessful breakthroughs was that Yang Long's ball-holding space was increasingly compressed by the old cat, and Yang Long's right hand advanced to the outside of the penalty area line, and he had to turn around to protect the ball under the bite of the old cat.

With a hit with his right hand, Yang Long leaned back on his waist to play, and his intuition hit a door panel, and the old cat behind him did not move.

This, it's so embarrassing, Yang Long is hitting the ball again, but the feeling behind him is the same, there is no way, fight!

After making up his mind, Yang Long made another hard beating, and then jumped up with the help of the elastic force from behind him and the power of his legs, turned over and shot!

Mobley chased after him and almost touched the ball in Yang Long's hand!

"Bang!"

Forced to shoot, Yang Long did not get a good game, this ball hit the iron, and the ball was exchanged.

"Attention!" Before the attack, the old cat kindly reminded Yang Long, who was in a defensive state, didn't he leak his movements?

Yang Long still despises the arrogance of the old cat, and how can there be anyone who leaks his intentions in the single-handedness, but the old cat not only said, but also moved.

"Bang!" A single shot, followed by an explosive first step.

Yang Long was already ready, slid a step sideways, and wanted to use his body to cross the old cat's body.

The old cat ignored it, and went straight to the basket to kill, half of Yang Long's body was already in the way of the old cat, if both sides did not stop, they might face a fierce collision.

Yang Long definitely didn't plan to restrain his body, once he did, it meant that the old cat would gallop past him. Although he didn't know if he was a foul in defense this time, Yang Long had no reason to stop.

Looking at the old cat again, as the initiator of this attack, the old cat had no intention of stopping, seeing Yang Long plugging in the defense, he galloped straight back with an iron shoulder.

"Bang!" This is not the sound of the basketball coming into contact with the floor, it is the muffled sound of Yang Long's chest under the old cat's shoulder.

Yang Long intuitively felt a huge force coming from his chest, as thick as a broken boulder in his chest, and his body involuntarily retreated!

"Ahh Wu Shuang, who was on the field, exclaimed, and she saw Yang Long being knocked to the ground by the old cat Mobley.

Sitting on the ground, Yang Long saw the old cat enter the penalty area after losing his own defense, and completed the attack with an easy one-handed dunk.

There is no doubt that Yang Long thinks that the old cat is a foul with his shoulder, but there is no referee in the heads-up, and the old cat himself does not say, as a rookie who has not even entered the team, how can he speak? He could only accept this result.

Fourth goal

Since the old cat has started the mode of using his physical advantage to fight Yang Long, he naturally will not stop easily.

In this attack, the old cat directly pouted his iron buttocks and resisted Yang Long's crushing in the penalty area.

Yang Long tied his feet and worked hard to defend, but he only felt that the old cat in front of him was like a siege log, hitting again and again, advancing again and again, under the collision of this strong horizontal force, Yang Long retreated step by step.

It's already near the three-second zone, boom! The old cat is another powerful hit, and then holds the ball in his right hand and pretends to hook up!

Yang Long didn't care about the backward trend of being hit by the old cat just now, and jumped up, intending to block it!

However, what made Yang Long different was that the old cat did not shoot directly, but a dexterous front half turn, the ball came to the left hand, and a hook shot was used, and it was easily scored......

1:3, Yang Long lost.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! This is Yang Long's voice in the face, before the heads-up starts, Yang Long is still thinking about whether he is giving his seniors some face, retaining his strength, etc...... Now it seems that these thoughts are undoubtedly a slap in the face.

How can you pipe up against a prospective All-Star player if you want to retain your strength? Yang Long felt that his previous thoughts were a little ridiculous.

Having said that, Yang Long also felt that he was not wronged when he lost, the old cat has skills, strength, and knows how to be rigid and soft, which is the reason why the old cat is strong.